[ He opts not to tell Inho what his schedule is really like. It makes him sound like he has no life.
Inho won't have to stand around feeling confused for long, because Daseul is quick to pull him right over to his bed, and gesture him to sit down. ]
Three nights a week, usually. Sometimes more.
[ This week is unusual, but it doesn't bother Daseul. ]
The students on this floor come from families with a lot of money. For the doors, my guess would be it's to stop regular students from feeling like they're disadvantaged.
The travel doesn't bother me, but my parents worried.
[ Each night they'd send a car to collect him to save from taking the subways, but it's still near an hour drive. By the time he returned home, he'd need to shower and sleep before school the next morning. ]
Being close by gives me more time to study.
[ Which he never needs to do, but he'll do anything to ease their minds. ]
They don't, unless they came for the purpose of checking out the other floors. But I've never seen anyone trying to get in.
[ An expensive choice, but it does save on paying a driver. If they wanted him to, he would gladly run back home each night until his feet bled, but they've always offered him the entire world.
He also still finds Inho's straightforward observations cute. He's simple, but it's sweet.
Daseul crouches down in front of Inho, resting his arms on his knees. ]
Can I undress you?
[ And to clarify: ]
When I touched your arm, it felt like you had muscles and veins. I want to look at the rest of your body.
[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. ]
[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]
[ 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. ]
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]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.)]
[ 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. ]
[Darn his sensitive body. That feels ... nice!? He likes that. It is so nice to have someone this close, plastered to him and wrapping around him. Curse your wiles!
He might be a robot, but he can work with the switch up in pace]
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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
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Inho won't have to stand around feeling confused for long, because Daseul is quick to pull him right over to his bed, and gesture him to sit down. ]
Three nights a week, usually. Sometimes more.
[ This week is unusual, but it doesn't bother Daseul. ]
The students on this floor come from families with a lot of money. For the doors, my guess would be it's to stop regular students from feeling like they're disadvantaged.
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So you are dedicated? More than that, are you bothered by the travel?
[since ... it's supposed to save wasted time and all. he can't really parse that. people can read in cars right...]
I see. Yes, that makes sense. But they have no reason to come to this floor either.
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[ Each night they'd send a car to collect him to save from taking the subways, but it's still near an hour drive. By the time he returned home, he'd need to shower and sleep before school the next morning. ]
Being close by gives me more time to study.
[ Which he never needs to do, but he'll do anything to ease their minds. ]
They don't, unless they came for the purpose of checking out the other floors. But I've never seen anyone trying to get in.
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[it's waaayyyy more secure than a half gutted house/warehouse with police tape on one side.]
That is a good thing, is it not? It would be a disturbance to the entire floor. Many would be put out.
[this has been nice and all, asking the questions. but Inho knows it is not why he is here]
What will you ask me first?
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He also still finds Inho's straightforward observations cute. He's simple, but it's sweet.
Daseul crouches down in front of Inho, resting his arms on his knees. ]
Can I undress you?
[ And to clarify: ]
When I touched your arm, it felt like you had muscles and veins. I want to look at the rest of your body.
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It will be the same.
[but there is no bite to his words, just a calm, level tone]
Yes, you can. Or I can undress, if you prefer that. I do not mind either way.
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He moves to rest his elbows on his knees instead, and his face on his hands. His eyes are sparkly. ]
I'd like to watch.
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[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]
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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. ]
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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]
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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?
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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.
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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... ]
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these are all unusual sensations to experience for the first time. he feels real to the touch, like a completely real human.]
I am unsure. That information is unavailable.
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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. ]
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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?
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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. ]
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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.)]
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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. ]
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He might be a robot, but he can work with the switch up in pace]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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?
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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.
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Can I keep going?
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