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Alright, then.
[he can certainly tell that Daseul's intrigue is high, at least. but just for clothes removal? :|aaaaa
he does not try to make it appealing or attractive. he just sits back up and pulls his shirt over his head, holding it briefly before just letting it fall on the bed]
[he can certainly tell that Daseul's intrigue is high, at least. but just for clothes removal? :|aaaaa
he does not try to make it appealing or attractive. he just sits back up and pulls his shirt over his head, holding it briefly before just letting it fall on the bed]
[ The unsexiness of it doesn't seem to bother Daseul, at least. He seems perfectly content watching Inho strip for him, happily crouching where he is on the floor.
He doesn't stay there for long, though. Once the shirt is off and on his bed, he's still for only a second or two before he gets himself up, and- climbs on top of Inho where he sits, straddling him with knees on either side.
Daseul has been pretty good so far, even he deserves a reward sometimes. ]
He doesn't stay there for long, though. Once the shirt is off and on his bed, he's still for only a second or two before he gets himself up, and- climbs on top of Inho where he sits, straddling him with knees on either side.
Daseul has been pretty good so far, even he deserves a reward sometimes. ]
[maybe he should have anticipated this. but no, he did not. He cocks his head to one side, just watching, because why wouldn't he?
his body is ... nice. not bad. toned. his chest rises and falls as if he were actually intaking air, though he really isn't. the only mildly interesting thing of note here, other than warm half naked man on Daseul's bed, is that he has no real marks on his body. not a single birth or beauty mark. completely unblemished]
his body is ... nice. not bad. toned. his chest rises and falls as if he were actually intaking air, though he really isn't. the only mildly interesting thing of note here, other than warm half naked man on Daseul's bed, is that he has no real marks on his body. not a single birth or beauty mark. completely unblemished]
[ How funny that both Inho and Hoon had the same reaction to Daseul's sudden close appearance. Quiet curiosity, and a tilt of the head. It's nothing particularly of interest to note, but Daseul does get some amusement out of it.
He's quiet while he studies the body underneath him, no questions this time as he runs his hands over Inho's skin. He's still curiously warm, which Daseul knows already, but he's also unnaturally smooth. Unmarked by anything- not a scar, not a bruise, not a pimple or a clogged pore. The difference between it and Daseul's battered body is striking. ]
Can you feel me?
He's quiet while he studies the body underneath him, no questions this time as he runs his hands over Inho's skin. He's still curiously warm, which Daseul knows already, but he's also unnaturally smooth. Unmarked by anything- not a scar, not a bruise, not a pimple or a clogged pore. The difference between it and Daseul's battered body is striking. ]
Can you feel me?
[the correct and only reaction, apparently.
he might not even need to answer that question out loud. he reacts immediately to Daseul's hands on him, leaning in however fractionally. he is great at holding steady, but this is still new. and it's nice to have this sensation of touch]
Yes, I can. Your hands are warm.
he might not even need to answer that question out loud. he reacts immediately to Daseul's hands on him, leaning in however fractionally. he is great at holding steady, but this is still new. and it's nice to have this sensation of touch]
Yes, I can. Your hands are warm.
[ At least they're not sweaty. He has this one thing going for him.
Happy to know that he's being felt, he taps his nails into the surface of Inho's skin to watch it bounce back, and runs his hands up to the junction of his neck and shoulder. He presses with gentle pressure into the muscle there, and traces it up. ]
What are you made out of?
[ So badly does he want to cut Inho open... ]
Happy to know that he's being felt, he taps his nails into the surface of Inho's skin to watch it bounce back, and runs his hands up to the junction of his neck and shoulder. He presses with gentle pressure into the muscle there, and traces it up. ]
What are you made out of?
[ So badly does he want to cut Inho open... ]
[ So badly does Daseul need to know everything. He considers asking Inho for a sample of his skin, but considering he already mentions he can feel the sensation of touch... he decides against it. He'll find out another way.
Next, he runs his hands up Inho's neck, feeling his pulse again, but doesn't stop this time. Instead, he glides straight up Inho's jaw, over his face, gentle thumbs over his cheeks.
Curiously, one of his more adventurous hands comes forward, and traces along Inho's lip. If Daseul didn't know any better, he'd assume Inho was human all along and is just fucking with him. ]
Next, he runs his hands up Inho's neck, feeling his pulse again, but doesn't stop this time. Instead, he glides straight up Inho's jaw, over his face, gentle thumbs over his cheeks.
Curiously, one of his more adventurous hands comes forward, and traces along Inho's lip. If Daseul didn't know any better, he'd assume Inho was human all along and is just fucking with him. ]
[He is full of sensors. Millions, as tiny and delicate and sensitive as any patch of human skin. He feels touch just like a human does. This would certainly be an adverse trait in a soldier... wouldn't it?
Inho is not even thinking about that. He is thinking about how he can feel all these new sensations over his bare skin. Wearing a shirt is completely different than being touched by a person, can confirm.
He is honestly not sure what to do about the lip touching, though. Should he ... still speak? Unsure. Will have to consider it a moment longer.
He does not breathe, normally. He doesn't intake oxygen, so he isn't breathing out against Daseul's hand. This doesn't stop his chest from rising and falling in rhythm.]
Does this help you?
Inho is not even thinking about that. He is thinking about how he can feel all these new sensations over his bare skin. Wearing a shirt is completely different than being touched by a person, can confirm.
He is honestly not sure what to do about the lip touching, though. Should he ... still speak? Unsure. Will have to consider it a moment longer.
He does not breathe, normally. He doesn't intake oxygen, so he isn't breathing out against Daseul's hand. This doesn't stop his chest from rising and falling in rhythm.]
Does this help you?
[ Shockingly, it has slipped Daseul's mind what he initially asked Inho to come here for. He wanted to study him, initially, of course. But... now, it seems like he's got another agenda entirely.
The fact that Inho doesn't breathe out against Daseul's thumb is curious, and the fact that his chest still rises and fulls is more curious still, but he gets far more focused on the feeling of Inho's soft lip under his fingertip. ]
Shh.
[ What is it he came here to do? Kiss a robot? Mission accomplished, then. As soon as he's removed his thumb from its intrusive prodding, he replaces it with his mouth immediately, for a different kind of intrusive prodding. ]
The fact that Inho doesn't breathe out against Daseul's thumb is curious, and the fact that his chest still rises and fulls is more curious still, but he gets far more focused on the feeling of Inho's soft lip under his fingertip. ]
Shh.
[ What is it he came here to do? Kiss a robot? Mission accomplished, then. As soon as he's removed his thumb from its intrusive prodding, he replaces it with his mouth immediately, for a different kind of intrusive prodding. ]
[It seems like poor manners to shush someone so taciturn but Inho too is distracted now. Thanks, that was his first kiss. Now he can never have another one.
Ha ha ha only kidding. Why would he want another one? True, this is confusing. Not even once did he suspect this. Maybe he should have? File that away for another time. There is a boy on his lap kissing him. That matters more. It takes priority. He knows how to do this, on a theoretical level, which means he slowly responds.
(He is trying his best to kiss back, but if his eyes are still open ... no one told him not to keep them that way, okay? Okay.)]
Ha ha ha only kidding. Why would he want another one? True, this is confusing. Not even once did he suspect this. Maybe he should have? File that away for another time. There is a boy on his lap kissing him. That matters more. It takes priority. He knows how to do this, on a theoretical level, which means he slowly responds.
(He is trying his best to kiss back, but if his eyes are still open ... no one told him not to keep them that way, okay? Okay.)]
[ Talking really is the lowest thing on Daseul's priority list right now. As much as he'd fall over himself to discuss what the heck is going on with Inho's body, his dick has other ideas.
He stops his facial prodding and wraps his arms around Inho's neck instead, leaning in to press his clothed body up against Inho's. With Inho's response, he gets a little more enthusiastic, a little more heated, a bit more carried away. ]
He stops his facial prodding and wraps his arms around Inho's neck instead, leaning in to press his clothed body up against Inho's. With Inho's response, he gets a little more enthusiastic, a little more heated, a bit more carried away. ]
[ Welcome to slutsville, imminent non-virgin.
As they continue, Daseul's breathing gets a little harder and heavier, and he presses against Inho with more of his weight. Not so much this time to touch him, but to force him to lay back so it's easier for him to have his way with him. ]
As they continue, Daseul's breathing gets a little harder and heavier, and he presses against Inho with more of his weight. Not so much this time to touch him, but to force him to lay back so it's easier for him to have his way with him. ]
[The tour is amazing, thank you, tip your waitstaff.
He'd have responded to words, too, Daseul. He's very good at listening. But since his own curiosity is winning out, and since he did come here for Daseul to study, he will allow this. Also, honestly? It just feels good.]
He'd have responded to words, too, Daseul. He's very good at listening. But since his own curiosity is winning out, and since he did come here for Daseul to study, he will allow this. Also, honestly? It just feels good.]
[ This is why the dorm is best for hooking up in; imagine the faces on his parents if they were to come in right now to catch him straddling a boy on his gross, unwashed bed.
From here, he could go straight in and crank things up a little more, but he doesn't. He sits up instead, breathing heavier, but still happily sitting on top of Inho's waist. ]
Are you okay?
From here, he could go straight in and crank things up a little more, but he doesn't. He sits up instead, breathing heavier, but still happily sitting on top of Inho's waist. ]
Are you okay?
[He is not a very imaginative robot, but that does sound like a dilly of a pickle. Mostly the unwashed bed part. Do they not pay someone to take care of that?
He can't breathe harder. But his pulse has quickened, and he is certainly enjoying these new happenings. Inho looks up at Daseul and nods, short and curt.]
I am fine.
He can't breathe harder. But his pulse has quickened, and he is certainly enjoying these new happenings. Inho looks up at Daseul and nods, short and curt.]
I am fine.
[ LOOKS DIRECTLY AT KORAIN
Contrary to what his plan seemed to be, Daseul doesn't keep going right away. In fact, he gets up, off the bed entirely, and back onto the floor. He's not going anywhere though, and gets down on his knees, helpfully untying Inho's shoes for him. ]
Do you want me to, or are you just saying that?
Contrary to what his plan seemed to be, Daseul doesn't keep going right away. In fact, he gets up, off the bed entirely, and back onto the floor. He's not going anywhere though, and gets down on his knees, helpfully untying Inho's shoes for him. ]
Do you want me to, or are you just saying that?
[ Robot virgin discombobulation is just as cute as regular virgin discombobulation, Daseul is finding out quickly. He very much enjoys coaxing human expressions out of this thing that is very much not human.
He also is not intending on leaving Inho to deal with his own robo-self. Satisfied with the answer, Daseul helpfully helps Inho get more properly undressed- as much as he can be bothered with, anyway. Shoes off, and Daseul gets to his knees, creeping up between Inho's so he can undo his pants. ]
You can still enjoy it. I'm not finished yet.
He also is not intending on leaving Inho to deal with his own robo-self. Satisfied with the answer, Daseul helpfully helps Inho get more properly undressed- as much as he can be bothered with, anyway. Shoes off, and Daseul gets to his knees, creeping up between Inho's so he can undo his pants. ]
You can still enjoy it. I'm not finished yet.
[If he were human or hip on slang, he would probably claim that this is how he is going to die. But he isn't. Inho can feel the pinpricks of anticipation sweeping across his skin, which is new and mildly interesting. Robots with goosebumps? The hell?
He might be a robot virgin, but he is a robot virgin with knowledge. He can logic, and the line he's on - if he is reading Daseul's movements right - is not helping that racing feeling in his body to calm down. Actually, it might be doing the opposite. This is surely a kind of excitement... ? Someday he will be better at showing it.]
Continue.
He might be a robot virgin, but he is a robot virgin with knowledge. He can logic, and the line he's on - if he is reading Daseul's movements right - is not helping that racing feeling in his body to calm down. Actually, it might be doing the opposite. This is surely a kind of excitement... ? Someday he will be better at showing it.]
Continue.
[ A shame that Inho doesn't know how to articulate himself, because Daseul would very much like hearing what's going on in Inho's head about his first filthy interaction. Though not getting it now isn't of a lot of importance; he'll definitely be asking about it later anyway.
From between Inho's legs, he's quick to strip his pants off- as far down as he has the patience for, giving up at Inho's knees because he's an impatient boy and he can only deal with so much.
His eyes flicker back up at Inho's voice though; he seems pleased with something. ]
You can order me around as you like.
[ Far be it from him to become a boy who doesn't love being pushed about.
As soon as he gets the opportunity, Daseul's hand goes straight to Inho's freed cock, stroking slowly. He knows what he wants. ]
From between Inho's legs, he's quick to strip his pants off- as far down as he has the patience for, giving up at Inho's knees because he's an impatient boy and he can only deal with so much.
His eyes flicker back up at Inho's voice though; he seems pleased with something. ]
You can order me around as you like.
[ Far be it from him to become a boy who doesn't love being pushed about.
As soon as he gets the opportunity, Daseul's hand goes straight to Inho's freed cock, stroking slowly. He knows what he wants. ]
[Being right about what he thought this was going to doesn't mean much to him. His inexperience, theoretical knowledge, and current physical sensations are all kind of working together right this second.
Well, the anatomically correct robot is ready for being dealt with, clearly. His eyes are glued to Daseul, watching and memorizing absolutely everything going on here.]
I would not know where to start.
[other than this roboner
yeah that's happening]
Well, the anatomically correct robot is ready for being dealt with, clearly. His eyes are glued to Daseul, watching and memorizing absolutely everything going on here.]
I would not know where to start.
[other than this roboner
yeah that's happening]
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