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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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"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.

Ah smiled what he hoped was a comforting, reassuring smile up at Junior. "I'm here," he promised him, "and I want to be here."

As he said it, he found it to be true, which surprised even him a bit. There was something about Junior-- the way he behaved, the questions he asked, the way he treated Ash-- that intrigued the clone. He genuinely wanted to continue, wanted to give Junior the only gift he was capable of giving: true sexual pleasure.

And so, perhaps finally, Ash wrapped a decisive hand around Junior's cock and began to pump him slowly but firmly.

"I want you here with me."

Breath catching before he could say anything else, Junior bowed his head on the sheets next to Ash's and moved his hands to cup his jaws. He moved to kiss along his cheekbone and his chin, wandering and exploring until he returned to Ash's mouth and started something deeper there. That genuine interest was helpful in his mood, although maybe not as much as the physical touch. Still, he appreciated it and could tell it was real. Hoped it was, anyway, and wanted to believe it.

"Good," he breathed into the kiss. His body was slowly rocking just a bit, legs and hips shifting to press lightly against Ash's crotch where he wanted to help Ash along too. Even if he intellectually knew that wasn't necessary, it remained the instinct, the pleasurable give and take.

As soon as Ash felt Junior's hips move against his own, he smiled into the kiss, retriggering his own arousal. It may habe only served to further separate him from anything 'normal,' the instantaneous nature of his erection, but it's all Ash has to offer. His own way of showing his interest.

He allowed himself to moan into the kiss, something he did not normally feel the need to do. His partners were typically the vocal ones, with him remaining silent unless prompted to speak. Sounds of pleasure were not his to make. But his deductive reasoning told him Junior would like it, so he mimicked the sounds of pleasure that he'd elicited so many times before.

He definitely did like it. Junior himself was a quiet one, small pants and moans and noises that came from certain motions without crying out or trying to talk. Not more than he already had, anyway, nothing about his body forcing sound so much as further movement. That on-switch of an erection elicited a laugh out of Junior unbidden, pleased and surprised but not startled like before. That was fine. He would work his leg at the same pace as Ash was working his hand, just moving along to the rhythm.

Every moan and sound from Ash only encouraged him further. His hands carded through his hair, then one stayed behind Ash's head while the other traveled down his chest, hand splaying flat to feel along any contours of sculpted muscles rather than any markings on untextured skin. He wasn't sure whether anything he was doing actually helped Ash along, whether he could be helped along, but the illusion of it, of them both coming together like this, was certainly helping.

Ash was all about the illusion. Whether it be the illusion of a machine made flesh or the illusion of desire, he embodied it. So if Junior needed this particular illusion from him, he would do his best to further it. It was so far physically impossible for him to achieve orgasm-- he just wasn't equipped for it-- but he would follow Junior all the way to the edge.

There were rumours among the 'sex doll' community, of a downloadable patch that would replicate the ecstacy of an orgasm. But no one was sure of the rumours were true, or how one would even access it.

Bolstered by the deep kissing and the exploratory touches, Ash eventually pulled back to ask in a hushed voice, once again, "How do you want me?"

Don't let Junior find out about such rumors. He was definitely the sort that wanted everyone to be on equal ground and the ability to help Ash achieve a closer-to-life experience was something he would be interested in. Even if he never met Ash in particular again, there was an entire set of people like this probably all facing similar situations and didn't really deserve to be there.

"Want you?" he repeated a bit dumbly, pulling back to match Ash. He licked his lips, thought about that. "Is there anything you haven't done? Or—are curious about? To try?"

Words weren't so easy right now with his attention elsewhere and he found himself wanting to get back to what they were doing even if it was entirely aimless. He did not, however, give into that just yet. Not only did he want to see if Ash had some kind of preferences he was unaware of, but he was also looking for ideas. He had some things he definitely enjoyed above others to fall back on if necessary, yet there was probably a lot more options than he had considered before and here was someone with the purpose of helping him find satisfaction anyway. It wasn't taking advantage if that was part of the purpose, right?

Ash let his head fall back against the pillow, breaking eye contact as he ran through the list of what he's done with a lazy smile. "I've taken, I've been taken. I've sucked on more cocks and tits than I can count." He paused, the smile fading as he looked back into Junior's eyes. "Does that bother you?" He didn't know if someone as relatively inexperienced as Junior would take issue being given what was essentially a used toy.

Junior settled himself more comfortably over Ash when he relaxed back. It was odd to be sure, but not in an awkward way. Just different. He considered the question. Did it bother him to be with someone so... used? Not really the right term, to be sure, but he was already getting fuzzy with terminology and rights and a whole lot of other things. That thought alone got him shifting gears: would it bother him if he had a natural human partner who had been with many others? Not really. In fact, he would have been on the other end, worrying that his lack of skill and previous encounters might turn off anyone that thought him hot enough to try out. There was only one way to really get good at this (if you couldn't have it downloaded, anyway) and it wasn't as if anyone could take back what they'd done before.

"It doesn't," he said eventually, meeting Ash's eyes with a measure of confidence. All in all, he was feeling better and better about the experience. Completely out of the ordinary but that suited him. "I'm not dickish enough to judge someone for what they've done instead of who they are."

"You're not dickish at all," Ash countered, tipping his hips up to punctuate that with a grind of their two members. "Except where it counts."

But back to the question at hand. "It's safe to say there's nothing I haven't tried, if we're talking about what gets put where for pleasure," he said. "I want to please you. Tell me how I can best do that. Would you like my mouth on you?"

Junior grinned at the grind and rolled his hips back, totally okay with the motion even if he was starting to want more than just the teasing and leading touches. His body was definitely working itself up and he needed to get further. He hummed a bit, then focused on the question.

"Yeah," he breathed. "That or... or you riding me. Those are good. Please."

The latter would require a little more work beforehand, though, so there was no reason they couldn't do both. Simple though it may be, he knew what he liked.

Ash nodded and smiled, glad to finally have some instruction. That, he could work with. "Hard to ride you from down here," he joked, beginning to shimmy his way down the bed, "So we'll start with the other thing."

Soon enough his head was lined up with Junior's crotch, from which position he was able to experimentally lick the tip of his cock. Just a taste of what was to come, to get Junior accustomed to the idea first. Then, he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked.

Moving to allow Ash more space where he was putting himself, Junior moved a hand to his hair, trying to give him something less awkward than their current position. Maybe roll onto their sides if it wouldn't upset the groove too much. Junior doubted it, because even that little tease of a motion sent a quick spark up his spine. The entire mouth just made him moan softly, powerful for how quiet it was.

"That—" His thought didn't get finished so much as he shifted his legs to try and wrap around Ash's back and hold him closer. More, definitely that.

It certainly wasn't the least awkward position they could be in, but it was workable. And it left room for Junior to be able to take Ash's mouth at whatever pace he liked. He could let Ash slide his cock further down his throat, as he was beginning to do now, or he could fuck Ash's face with wanton abandon.

One good thing about Ash is he has no need to breathe, nor any use for a gag reflex, so he's well suited to take Junior's length all the way in.

Not that Junior knew any of that for certain, but he was definitely rocking his hips and getting into the motion, breathing faster and rest of his body reacting. Just this was enough to catch his focus and he was going to keep going with it, hand twisting lightly in Ash's hair to hold him still while Junior pressed further along with what Ash was already doing, in and out to see how Ash would react and how much he could take.

Still, as with anything else, there was a certain amount of gentleness to it. Not necessarily holding himself back, but like he just didn't want to go too far no matter what.

Ash kept pace with Junior's rocking, no push too hard, no depth too much for him to handle. As if trying to egg Junior on, he slid his hands up the backs of Junior's thighs to grab hold of his arse, fingers spread wide to grip it firmly.

There was a choked noise from Junior, like a breath he hadn't expected to lose hold of in reaction to the touch. That encouragement pushed him on and he pressed in further, hands shifting to feel down the side of Ash's face, stroke with his thumb, wanting him to keep going as he was and notice any reactions he might have. He was starting to make little sounds more frequently, each thrust getting him closer to full erection where they might really start to play.

As Ash felt Junior's cock grow harder, he began to move his tongue along its underside, encouraging blood flow to the erection. His hands massaged and pressed into Junior's ass cheeks with every downward thrust, not changing the rhythm Junior set, but making him press harder, deeper.

Everything felt like it was on the way to being just right, sensitivity ratcheting up down below, body starting in little twitches as if anticipating what they were working toward. Ash introducing tongue got a long moan out of him, and he pushed harder almost by accident, a movement to match his hands' insistence. Deeper, stronger, making that need well up inside of him so much further. His hands flexed with the motions, whole body starting to roll with the motion of his hips. That Ash didn't seem to be having any troubles at all with his length or size or how deep he was pressing only made it easier to keep going.

As if introducing ingredients to the recipe one at a time-- first the mouth, then the hands, then the tongue-- Ash adds in some more moaning sounds, letting the added vibration of his throat spur Junior along. He was actually enjoying himself somewhat, experimenting with Junior's ability to let himself go and fully indulge. It's a position he's never been in, creatively if not physically new. No client has ever been so gentle with him, so reluctant.

He was glad Junior wasn't reluctant anymore.

His breath hitched noisily in response to the vocalizations, both the sensation and sound getting that reciprocation out of him. It was ragged and pleased, a bit lost in itself, definitely trusting of Ash and what they were doing even if all of this had just dropped on his doorstep just a short while ago.

He took a few deep breaths, slowly trying to get himself to stop without total success, because he was definitely getting far enough along by this point. "Come... come here," he said, a request and a need at the same time. He didn't want it to stop but if they kept it up this way, he wouldn't get to go the other direction he wanted, either.

Unable to ignore a direct command like that one, Ash pulled long and slow off of Junior's length with a wet 'pop!' and pulled himself back up to the top of the need where Junior was waiting. Not wanting to leave his cock entirely alone, he rubbed his though against it idly as he asked, "Ready for me to ride you now?"

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