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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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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...

At Junior's prompting touch, Ash stopped, pulling his fingers free. It wouldn't do to be too loose for Junior, so as to provide no stimulation whatsoever. He took hold of the hand on his knee, turning it over and placing the bottle of lube into Junior's palm. "Get yourself nice and slick," he instructed, receiving the feedback that what Junior needed right now was some directing.

Meanwhile he would crawl into position over Junior's lap, kneeling over him, prepared to sink down onto him as soon as he was ready.

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It was a good call, because Junior offered a satisfied grin for the order. He took the bottle and worked some onto his palm, running it up and over his erection with some light, quick breaths. Even just touching himself was getting him het up, close as he was getting to something better. His eyes rolled back a bit before he took a deeper breath and returned the favor of watching Ash back.

Once he was done up, slick and ready and waiting, he flipped the bottle closed and set it aside, rested his hands on Ash's raised hips. He jerked his own lightly as a motion to tease, smiling a bit mischievously. "Ready?"

In response, Ash grinned back and angled his hips forward to line up properly, using one hand to guide himself down onto Junior's considerable length. The inside of him was just as smooth as the outside, slick and stretched around Junior's cock. He slid down easily until he was fully seated atop Junior. His eyes watched Junior's face carefully for any sign of discomfort. Not finding any immediate warning signs, he decided to clench himself experimentally.

"You're so hard for me. Yeah. Good."

He wasn't well known for his ability to talk dirty.

Discomfort was about the last thing on his mind. Being taken in so fully and quickly was amazing, and his whole body gave a light shudder in response to that pressure Ash tried. His legs came up automatically, thighs moving to support and hold Ash and generally just be closer than before. His fingers flexed and thumbs started to stroke circles around Ash's hips, taking in the feeling before with renewed pleasure working through him.

He started to laugh when Ash tried his best, unable to really stop himself. "You don't have to push it," he said. Just because most people might expect to have themselves worked along, it didn't really fit when it was obvious Ash didn't know more than the standard or how to really use it.

"But you are," Ash protested, beginning to rock his hips slowly. "And you're warm, I can feel it. Like you're warming me up from the inside." It may have been an awkward or cheesy thing to say, but Ash genuinely meant it, and the warm sensation wasn't unappealing.

He braced his palms on Junior's chest, feeling just how solid he was beneath him as he worked into a rhythm with his hips. "I like it. I didn't mean to say anything wrong."

Okay, he could definitely get down with that. Those little motions set him off into a light whimper, the good sort, his own hips moving light to match the rhythm. He didn't have any problem at all moving with the synthetic on top of him, not really thinking that maybe he shouldn't. He rolled with it for a few moments before exhaling and nodding.

"Always ran warm," he said quietly, definitely glad that Ash seemed to appreciate it. Sometimes he got the awkwardness of people thinking he was sick despite never being healthier. "You didn't say anything wrong. Just—I'd want what you want, not what other people have wanted. You know?"

Ash wasn't expecting to be rocked from beneath, but it's not an unpleasant feeling. The two of them set in motion, hips rolling together. Ash clenched again, working the internal mechanisms to stimulate Junior's cock in a way that a normal human lover could never do. Whereas when a human would tighten those muscles, they would contract all together as one, Ash had individual control over each section, able to trigger them in such a way as to increase pressure in waves.

Technically speaking, it was a subroutine that he had had requested of him before, which is strictly against what Junior just said. But what Ash wants is to give Junior pleasure, in the best way he knew how.

"Just..." he began, licking his bottom lip again, "...let me give you this."

"Fuck," Junior said, almost a growl of genuine surprise and goodness rolling along him. He hadn't expected that, not one big, and let out a few shaky breaths as he let it echo through him. His own motions turned choppy for a moment and his grip tightened to something more firm.

He wasn't going to argue with Ash, didn't want to upset him or make it into a thing. This was good and he could only hope Ash agreed, felt similarly, or at least didn't feel like just an object Junior was using for this. It was a weird worry, especially considering their position, but he couldn't help it.

Panting a few more breaths, starting to press his hips up faster and harder, holding Ash down just a bit to make it deeper, he said, "You're amazing."

He'd been called 'amazing' before. 'Brilliant,' 'wonderful,' 'a sex god.' People said a lot of things in the throes of ecstasy. But never had it felt like it meant anything until Junior said it just then. Ash observed in himself a feeling he didn't know how to qualify, had no reference point for, couldn't neatly categorize and file away. It was like a buzzing sensation of processing too much data too fast, without the fear of system failure.

His hands slid as he angled forward, moving from Junior's chest to his shoulders. "Kiss me," he offered. Command or request, he wasn't sure.

Ash shifting got his attention to focus more sharply on the man in front of him, on top of him, encompassing him. His body was ringing out in distracting good all over, but this was even better. He moved his legs even closer to himself, bringing Ash's face nearer so he could move his hands to frame it. Without any sort of hesitation, he brought his lips to meet Ash and started deep and slow, a passion with a long wick that wouldn't burn out so soon.

With their mouths firmly joined like their bodies, Ash began to pick up the pace, rocking faster and harder, arching his back to angle the cock inside him against his inner walls. He engaged his knees to pull off of Junior then slide back down onto him. Hopefully Junior's bed was well built, because he was setting up to put it through a workout.

Well-built enough for this, that was certain. Junior pressed into the kiss and rocked in and out with Ash's increased movements, his breath coming in short gasps when he could, too entwined to even think of pulling away. Little noises started in his throat and his grip shifted, one hand trailing firmly down Ash's chest and just feel. He was close, he could tell, but there wasn't really time to say or do anything, give Ash the chance to disengage. Hopefully his increased fervor might give him a hint.

Having had the experience Ash has had, and being as observant as he was, he knew how to read the signs of when someone was about to orgasm. Increases in pace, decreases in steadiness. Slight temperature fluctuations as blood flow rushed elsewhere. As soon as Ash recognized those signs in Junior, he had a split second decision to make.

His employers strictly forbid their clients to come inside of their synth lovers. Not for any risk of disease or impregnation, of course, but for cleanliness and anonymity purposes. Of course, as soon as he was returned Ash would be thoroughly disinfected before being put into stasis, but if any trace amounts of biological material were found inside his body cavity, he would be docked for it, and Junior would be discontinued as a customer.

Ash decided he didn't want to never see Junior again.

He pulled up, so that by the time Junior came, all of it would spill against their pressed-together skin.

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