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WHO Will Vega, Jr (

androit), Ash Starmer 2.0 (

subroutined).
WHAT One of Junior's friends is getting fed-up with his lack of action on his real life crush, so Junior finds an outlet on his doorstep.
WHEN idk just barely after Junior moves back home, like he's 26 or something
WHERE Junior's hometown! Somewhere convenient!
WHY why not, I ask you

When Junior had been talking with an old friend after meeting up to catch up on lost times, he hadn't expected the conversation to go the way it had. Making life artificially was illegal, highly so and for good reason with all the things you could do before it was born, but approximating it had apparently become the new craze of all the top researchers. Joking around that Junior needed something to work his energy out on before he could calm down and just talk to Felix about Real Life Important Things (Such As Love) was all well and good, but a cyborg? Well, android. Except not that either, because those terms had already been adopted from the popular lexicon for other things. This was just... a doll, of sorts.

Not that it made it any less weird. Times were crazy and Junior wasn't sure he felt like keeping up.

What he hadn't expected was for his friend to go through with it, actually make up an order and have it sent to his apartment above Buns 'N Roses like it was a candygram or an express-shipped package. This was... not quite a person, but close enough to be weird. Huh. Standing in the doorway and looking at the redhead on the other side, there wasn't a lot he could say.

"You're, um... Justin sent you?"

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When Ash came closer, Junior ran his hands up his arms, then across his shoulders and pulled Ash against himself. Gentle, not rough, not sure where the boundaries were with someone not quite human. Was he just as tough or made of weaker stuff? Stronger? Not that Junior was a very demanding lover, looking to rather make it enjoyable than cross the border. His skin felt strange if not unpleasant, and he spared a moment to look down to his neck and shoulders, chest and stomach as if it might answer the oddity.

Now that they were close together, he smiled. This wasn't so bad. Looking back up to Ash, he nodded. "Kissing works," he said, leaning in while watching for Ash's reaction.

Ash's skin was smoother than normal, all texture mapping and no actual texture. As for boundaries, he didn't seem to have any, easily giving in to the pull of Junior's hands. He closed his eyes and leant for a kiss, lips soft like the rest of his skin.

He kept the first kiss short, chaste, as if testing how comfortable Junior was.

With a soft gasp, Junior pressed against the kiss. Testing the waters, feeling the differences. It was like a doll but real, alive. Smooth and soft and moving, kissing like a person would even if the sensation was just a little different. Nothing too much to make him feel odd about this.

He hummed, pulled back when Ash did, eyes hooded when he regarded him. "Good?" he asked. As if this was for Ash instead of for him. More like he needed it to be a mutual thing for him to enjoy it at all.

Ash laughed instead of answering, tipping his forehead against Junior's. "You make it sound like you're here for me instead of the other way around." It wasn't like anything Ash was used to. It was... rather nice, if he let himself have feelings about it. Then finally, to answer Junior's question with actions instead of words, Ash raised a hand to card fingers through Junior's hair and pull him in for another, deeper kiss.

"No point if we're not both into it, right?" he asked, more rhetorical than looking for an answer. He was definitely enjoying it so far and had no idea if Ash was even capable of such a thing. The complexities of a synthetic doll like this were beyond him, not his field of interest and definitely not something he had studied before. Was it possible for him to get anything from making out with a total stranger at the bidding of his company? He didn't know, but it wasn't going to stop the hope, anyway.

Some of the tension in his shoulders relaxed when Ash started to pet his hair, kissing back with languid interest. There was no reason to be in a hurry as far as Junior knew, so he was going to take some time with this. Kissing, touching, exploring. His hands moved from Ash's waist up his back, curling around and toward his spine and holding him there.

"If you say so," he muttered back. It didn't really matter to Ash what if any enjoyment he got out of it, he was contractually obligated to carry on with it anyway. Whether there was 'no point' wasn't up for him to debate, though it certainly made a pleasant change.

With Junior showing more interest, Ash triggered the internal mechanism which brought him to full erection, allowing their closeness to let his hardened member brush against Junior's thigh.

That certainly wasn't what he expected so soon, and Junior paused. He pulled back, a furrow to his brow, and looked down. "Oh," he said, a bit dumbly. That sort of made sense even if it was almost funny in its abruptness. Definitely useful for this line of work, and Junior wasn't complaining so much as taken off guard. "Already?"

Not that he wasn't getting into it already himself. It had been a while, after all, and he was going to need his own clothes off sooner rather than later for better comfort.

Ash froze. "Sorry, was that—? Too soon?" He triggers the release mechanism and goes flaccid again instantly. A bit like a perverse deflated balloon. Most of his partners usually knew what he was capable of, or were aroused enough themselves not to care.

He sat back a bit, not pulling out of Junior's hold completely, but giving Junior some more space. "I can stop, if... But I thought you were 'into it.'"

Junior watched and had to remind himself it wasn't a natural thing in the first place because that was kind of sad to watch. He took a breath, shifted one hand away to fix the bangs that had fallen into his face, then shook his hand and went back to holding Ash much more loosely.

"No, it's not that," he said. "It just surprised me. I can definitely see why people would want your... services."

That sounded like a compliment, and so Ash smiled. He took the opportunity to grab Junior's hand and kiss his knuckles.

"I don't care what 'people' want," he said, pressing delicate kisses to Junior's fingertips next. "What do you want?"

A bit surprised, Junior let Ash take his hand and watched, a smile coming to his face. The soft brushes were nice and obviously Ash knew what he was doing. While it was hard to be the focus of so much attention, especially when he hadn't been expecting anything of the sort when he got up this morning.

Watching Ash as he was, it took a moment for Junior to remember he should probably say something. He got caught up in his own head far too often and usually people found it frustrating. Felix didn't, and he hoped Ash wouldn't either. "Your mouth," he said, almost pointedly for the fact that it was the initiative Ash had already taken anyway. "Your body and mine. But, um, maybe help me out of this first. That usually helps."

When Junior said that he wanted Ash's mouth, Ash smiled, then slipped his lips around Junior's finger teasingly. He pulled back with a 'pop!' and laughed lightly.

"Usually does."

He shifted his weight so he was kneeling straddled across Junior's legs, then brought both his hands up to the hem of Junior's shirt, slowly working it up over his chest. "Off with this, then."

There was a soft exhale for the tease around his fingers, and he bit his bottom lip while imagining what more Ash could do with that mouth. He was definitely hoping he would get to see, if they could ever decide on what exactly they were to do. Which, to be fair, was mostly Junior's problem.

He shifted, obediently moving his arms while Ash got his shirt off, then used the motion to lean in and capture his mouth for a quick kiss while their hands were still wrapped up. He offered a slight grin for the action once he pulled back, watching Ash and wondering just how playful he could get. If Ash was into that, or just the business of it, usually.

When Junior pulled away from the kiss, Ash chased him, nipping playfully. All his reactions were programmed, of course, but he could pick and choose from among many set standards. If Junior chose to lead the way in a more playful manner, Ash would follow in kind. Once Junior's arms were free from the shirt, Ash tossed it over his shoulder and leant in to press kisses along Junior's now exposed collarbone.

Not picking up his head, Ash spoke into Junior's shoulder as he dragged his hands lightly down Junior's chest to settle at his fly, which he began to unbutton. "Very good. Now, onto these."

Junior gave a breath of laughter to Ash following him, lips moving to try and catch Ash in another kiss before he started moving to do something else. Realizing where his hands were going, he moved one of his own hands to hold himself better and lean back to give Ash better access all while moaning quietly.

He exhaled quick, then shifted them to place Ash on his back and Junior above him, settling on his forearms and lifting his hips. Weight wasn't even a problem for him, always stronger than anyone else his age or body type or those who worked out. He was just naturally very fit and strong and determined to use it only for little things, nothing that might hurt. One hand holding him up, he brought his other to Ash's side and trailed his hand along it, checking if there might be reactions or any good spots to discover. "This help?" he asked, of their new position and possibly his own attempt at finding something nice for them both.

Ash was thrown off by the position change, by the speed and ease with which Junior flipped them, but he recovered quickly, facial expression only going blank for a second before he smiled enticingly again. "Ooh, you're a strong one," he teased. That could mean a couple of things about Junior, but it wasn't exactly Ash's place to guess or judge. Junior wouldn't be the first android Ash has slept with, and he probably wouldn't be the last either. Services like the one that hires out Ash dealt with dubiously legal clientele all the time. But usually Ash was informed ahead of time what sort of client he was dealing with; seems like this was a surprising encounter for both of them.

But, refocusing on the task at hand, Ash stroked a palm over Junior's crotch, pressing in slowly harder as he rubbed him through the fabric of his pants. "I think I can work with this."

That blankness for a moment wasn't seen with the position Ash had kept himself, face to his neck, but he did find himself hesitating until Ash merely teased in response. That was good. He grinned back and kissed at Ash's forehead, his nose, pecked at his lips before pulling away and saying, "Didn't expect that from a baker, huh?"

If nothing else, at least the ingrained habit could be useful for things other than what his grandparents intended. He was fine with that. When Ash began focusing elsewhere, however, he shuddered, dipping his head and pressing it against the side of Ash's face and get closer altogether. "Don't let me stop you," he said, starting to turn rougher than before.

"And a baker too, eh?" Ash moved both hands to administer attention to Junior's crotch, since he seemed to like it so much. While one hand rubbed, the other began undoing the button and zip, until he could hook his thumbs under the waistline of his pants and shimmy them down past Junior's underwear. Removing one layer at a time was one of his programmed routines, to draw out the undressing process as a sort of tease.

"You realize I know nothing about you, save your name and that you've a friend named Justin."

In reaction to the slow movements, Junior bucked his hips lightly. Keep going, definitely, the teasing just good for getting him started before whatever else would come next. One hand went to cover Ash's hand and help remove his pants, feet shifting to tug them further along. It wouldn't do to make Ash do everything, right?

"Seriously?" he asked, pulling back enough to give him a quizzical look only barely formed past the distraction Ash was already providing. "They don't do any kind of... screening process?"

Ash mentally brought up his contract and began reciting all the information he'd been given. "Will Vega Jr., goes by Junior. Twenty-seven year old male, over six feet tall, dark hair. Resides at [ address ], above Buns and Roses bakery." All the while, he kept working on removing on Junior's clothes. When he finally pulled down his briefs and exposed Junior's penis, he glanced down then back up at Junior's face, smirking. "...Circumcised."

"Being above a bakery didn't tip you off?" he asked. Not that he was one to talk. Such a fact wouldn't have automatically equated with what the person did for a living, although it would have made him suspicious. Maybe that wasn't part of how Ash operated, which had more to do with them being different people than what they actually were.

At the smirk, he gave a playfully wry look and shifted his hips to get his underwear further down to free his legs. "Is this where we get to know each other better before we do it? Because that's, uh, a surprisingly little amount of information for someone you're sent to... please."

"I don't know what real estate is like for you people." You people. As in humans. As in those with rights and lives and a beating heart. You people who aren't bought and sold as property. Who aren't rented out for cash and a good time.

Speaking of.

"I'm meant to be a good fuck, not a boyfriend," he chuckled. "No one has ever cared to 'get to know' me." No one until Junior. He really is something different, Ash thought to himself, discarding the stripped underwear along with his pants and shirt before it. With them finally at an even level, Ash stretched out beneath him, running his hands along Junior's well toned sides, from his chest down to settle at his hips. His thumbs rubbed lazy circles into the skin there, near Junior's cock but not touching it.

Pausing entirely, Junior took a moment to lower his head to Ash's. That felt great and his body wasn't going unaffected by the touch, but there was a little more going on now, wasn't there? He gave Ash another kiss and then shifted until he was sitting on his palms to look at him, tip of his fingers brushing the ends of Ash's hair. Soft, like the rest of him.

"And how many people have ordered for someone else before?" he asked. Most people, when gifting sex or however it went, usually went for the more traditional route of a prostitute. A person. Times were changing but this hadn't quite caught up to everything else yet. "Sorry. I'm just not the type for one-night stands. It's the impersonal...ness of it."

"It's not uncommon," Ash replied. He'd been ordered out as a gift before, or for couples to share. Once even for a whole party of women. He didn't get to pick and choose who hired him. He only followed the terms of his contract.

"If you're looking for a person, you might not find one with me."

He may have started as something more personal, back when he was text on a screen or a voice coming through a speaker, but the closer he got to resembling humanity, the more it was drilled into him that he was something Other. Something that didn't count. Something, not someone.

All the same, he continued his slow massage of Junior's pelvis, waiting for a cue whether to move forward or pull back.

"Don't wanna force you to act some way you don't want to," Junior said, voice pitching lower the longer Ash kept doing that. He let himself down onto his forearms so they were closer, Junior's above average heat mingling with whatever Ash produced. It didn't feel totally right regardless, but that didn't make it wrong. Considering the fantasies he harbored for his crush involved a lot of cold and metal just out of necessity, it really didn't bother him.

What was bothering him was the lack of agency given to this obviously-intelligent person in front of him. Maybe he wasn't human, but Junior was seeing far too much for him to write it off as just a well-written program. It wasn't his place to force Ash into an identity crisis, especially not when they were both naked and one of them was there on the official business of getting the other off, but his brain always got caught up in ways that were hard to detangle even at the worst of times.

After a moment, he gave a hum and murmured, "That's good."

Whether Ash wanted to follow up or not was up to him. Junior didn't want to push, just wanted them both to be comfortable.

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