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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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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?"

Junior grunted for Ash's continued consideration, unsure of where it really came from but grateful for it nonetheless. He shifted to lean in closer against Ash, nuzzle along his jaw and kiss along his neck, a hummed mhmm pressed into the skin there. It only took a moment for him to pull away enough to say, "Yeah," because he really didn't want there to be room for miscommunication here. He couldn't take it.

"Good." Ash hummed his reassurance, pressing another deep kiss to Junior's mouth, sharing with him the taste of his own skin. "Are you going to be the big strong baker and flip us over again? Or do I need to push?"

God, he was almost punch drunk for how wound up he was getting. Not a bad thing, but unexpected. He laughed at the stupid joke and moved one arm behind Ash's back to frame him better while he rolled them both. "Funny as that would be," he said, letting the end trail off in favor of stealing another kiss.

Now that he was on bottom and they were getting on with it, he had to force himself to think a little bit longer. "Do you—uh, need lube?" Stupid question, probably, for which he would get a stupid answer. He was used to those. Better to check than not, though.

Ash kissed back, glad his playfulness track seemed to be generating the right sort of results. He made himself comfortable on top of Junior, lifting his chest until he was sitting astride him with his hands placed lightly on Junior's chest.

"It won't hurt, without it, but it's probably better to have some, if you do." Won't hurt Junior, he meant. Ash of course had no pain wiring whatsoever so it didn't bother him either way.

In that new position, Junior laid himself back, comfortable where he was, and let his hands wrap lightly around Ash's wrists. He considered the option that perhaps it could be done without since Ash wasn't realistic enough to make it much of a problem (or, at least, wouldn't make it a problem while he was on the job) but even the slight yes toward the safer option made him inclined.

He sighed, a wry twist to his lips. "In the bathroom," he said. He didn't really have a place else to put it unless he wanted to stick it with his clothes in the dresser; his nightstand didn't have a drawer, and it didn't come up enough that having it immediately on hand was the thing. He nodded to the adjoined door that they definitely did not come in through.

Ash leant down for a kiss before pulling himself off Junior and crawling towards the indicated door. As he stood from the bed, he turned to ask, "Above the sink or in a cupboard? Or shall I just rummage through your things until I find it?"

Junior lifted his head for the kiss, meeting it eagerly before Ash went to go get what they needed to continue. He turned his head to watch, then grinned. "Above the sink, there's nothing under it. You'll see," he said, hand waving a bit to keep him going. Not that there was a whole lot to rummage through just yet. He'd only been back in town a month or two, after all.

Ash nodded and turned, walking his bare arse into the bathroom and, sure enough, the bottle of lube was right where Junior said it would be. He spared a glance at himself in the mirror, wondering briefly why he was smiling with no one in there to smile for, then returned to Junior in the bedroom.

"Would you like me to prepare myself, or d'you want to?"

"Could you?" he asked, still laying out and still as hard as before. It was such a brief thing and knowing Ash would be back soon to give him more of what he wanted, seemingly without any qualm at all, only made it all better. Getting to watch a little bit of the action, see how Ash handled it and took care of himself, was alluring. So maybe he was a bit of a voyeur. What of it? It didn't hurt anyone, nor had he really been given the opening to try poking at it before.

Nodding again, Ash crawled back onto the bed, grateful for its large size which allowed him the space he needed to do this free from Junior. He uncapped the bottle and poured a bit of lube onto his fingers, getting them nice and slick. Then he spread his knees and reached down to press one, then two fingers into himself. Much like the internal mechanism which controlled his erection, it didn't take much doing to loosen up the tight muscles of his arse. He scissored his fingers a bit before adding a third, essentially finger fucking himself before Junior, never breaking eye contact. His face remained calm, passive, though occasionally he licked his lips in concentration.

It was gorgeous to watch, if he was being perfectly honest. Forget that Ash wasn't strictly Junior's type: having his full attention while he did something so personal and invasive, got himself ready just so they could do this was something more. Maybe it didn't mean as much to Ash but he found himself wanting to believe a lot more in what Ash was experiencing despite the common idea being that there was nothing there. A lot of people believed synths still weren't advanced enough, and Junior found himself heartily disagreeing.

Well, in the abstract, anyway. He was more than a little distracted by watching and reached out to put a hand on Ash's knee, bottom lip pulled into his teeth and expression turning a little hazy with the want to have him right here and now. He could wait, he would wait, but he was so close already...

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