[ 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.]
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. ]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ As Daseul also predic(k)ted. He may not have buckets and buckets of experience, but nobody has turned him down after this point so far. Not yet, anyway.
With gentle and woefully practiced fingers, he gets Inho ready with light strokes; no longer watching his face now, but laser focused on the task at hand. ]
Just tell me what you want when you want it.
[ With his hand that isn't already full of dick, he grabs one of Inho's in his own, and puts it on the back of his head. It'll come into play soon. ]
[Daseul can watch his dick, and Inho can watch Daseul, and everyone can have fun and enjoy themselves in this way.]
If I want you to do as you like?
[He is quick to scrunch his fingers into Daseul's hair once his hand is in place, trying to take care not to pull. He likes this. Just the feel of Daseul's hand is good for him.]
[ Even though Inho told him already, it's quite a bit different for Daseul seeing and experiencing it for himself. He thought surely something else must be off physically, but... No. He's perfect.
Happily, Daseul leans into Inho's hand, and tears his eyes away from what he's doing, if only briefly. ]
[He doesn't see what is so impressive about having a complete body? Humans have them. Theirs are real and organic and grow and change! ... Not like him.]
[ Luckily, learning new things is Daseul's specialty, and he does hold a certain amount of obsession when it comes to sucking up new information.
Sucking up is, also, exactly what he plans to start with. Rather than keep on his knees discussing what he could or shouldn't do, instead he ducks down to replace his gentle fingers with a gentler tongue. ]
[He likes having a "want", even if it comes across him now. Humans have desires. So does he, now.
And then there's a mouth at his dick.
He leans forward just a fraction more, to better be able to see Daseul doing this to him. His skin, his cock, the sensations racing through him are incredible. He understands completely why something he knew would be good is so desired by so many humans.]
[ Daseul is honored to have bestown another important life milestone onto Inho. Even though it is one that he can't exactly go around telling people without getting some serious looks.
Daseul doesn't mind, though. He'll give Inho the confidentiality agreement later.
He spends only a brief time getting Inho's dick wet with licks and sucks, quickly moving on to take the whole thing into his mouth. Again, he isn't the most patient of boys. ]
[Shouldn't go around telling people, anyway. At least he isn't likely to get onto that broad topic of conversation with the mailman?
And hey, it's a good cock. Inho is absolutely not going to question the pace - if that's what Daseul likes, he would like to know it. Besides, it feels completely new and amazing to feel his senses going off like this. He had not realized before how completely sensitive he is to touch]
[ Even after all the sex he has had, Daseul's ideal paced is still 'rushed'. Dragging things out for a long period isn't much his style, unless he's planning on running off before things get heavy- something he's not interested in this time, with Inho.
He makes a pleased humming sound at the events transpiring, and sucks happily on the dick he's been given; oddly human, for something belonging to a robot, but Daseul is not complaining. He has questions, but no complaints. He sinks down as far as he can manage without gagging himself before pulling back up, far enough to be able to make eye contact with Inho. ]
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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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... Yes.
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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?
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Inho does not compute. what... just happened. What. He understands what but not why, and stares down in confused curiosity. What the fuck.]
I enjoyed your touch very much, Kim Daseul.
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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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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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With gentle and woefully practiced fingers, he gets Inho ready with light strokes; no longer watching his face now, but laser focused on the task at hand. ]
Just tell me what you want when you want it.
[ With his hand that isn't already full of dick, he grabs one of Inho's in his own, and puts it on the back of his head. It'll come into play soon. ]
You really are exactly like a human.
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If I want you to do as you like?
[He is quick to scrunch his fingers into Daseul's hair once his hand is in place, trying to take care not to pull. He likes this. Just the feel of Daseul's hand is good for him.]
Yes... I said so... Is it so wondrous?
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[ Even though Inho told him already, it's quite a bit different for Daseul seeing and experiencing it for himself. He thought surely something else must be off physically, but... No. He's perfect.
Happily, Daseul leans into Inho's hand, and tears his eyes away from what he's doing, if only briefly. ]
You want me to have my way with you?
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You know what you like. I do not.
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[ Luckily, learning new things is Daseul's specialty, and he does hold a certain amount of obsession when it comes to sucking up new information.
Sucking up is, also, exactly what he plans to start with. Rather than keep on his knees discussing what he could or shouldn't do, instead he ducks down to replace his gentle fingers with a gentler tongue. ]
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[He likes having a "want", even if it comes across him now. Humans have desires. So does he, now.
And then there's a mouth at his dick.
He leans forward just a fraction more, to better be able to see Daseul doing this to him. His skin, his cock, the sensations racing through him are incredible. He understands completely why something he knew would be good is so desired by so many humans.]
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Daseul doesn't mind, though. He'll give Inho the confidentiality agreement later.
He spends only a brief time getting Inho's dick wet with licks and sucks, quickly moving on to take the whole thing into his mouth. Again, he isn't the most patient of boys. ]
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And hey, it's a good cock. Inho is absolutely not going to question the pace - if that's what Daseul likes, he would like to know it. Besides, it feels completely new and amazing to feel his senses going off like this. He had not realized before how completely sensitive he is to touch]
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He makes a pleased humming sound at the events transpiring, and sucks happily on the dick he's been given; oddly human, for something belonging to a robot, but Daseul is not complaining. He has questions, but no complaints. He sinks down as far as he can manage without gagging himself before pulling back up, far enough to be able to make eye contact with Inho. ]
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