[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. ]
["Oddly human" is a pretty good description of most of Inho, but particularly his body.
But this is something else. Daseul is good, and watching him sink down on Inho's dick? His fingers tighten into the bedcovers, a very oddly human thing indeed.]
[ Oddly human, but not at all out of place as far as Daseul's experience goes. It doesn't flag in him as something he should be surprised to see, because it seems like such a natural reaction that tells him he's going in the right direction.
For now, everything seems about what Daseul already knows well anyway; nothing too spectacular or out of the ordinary. Yet, anyway. Already Daseul knows for a fact that Inho has one very particular difference between himself and humans.
There is one question that nags at him, though...
He pulls back with a wet pop, and replaces his mouth with his hand. ]
[Is this the breathing thing. he doesn't need air to live. but for a second there, he could have thought he needed Daseul to keep going. the switch to a hand is upsetting - the heat of Daseul's mouth is missed, immediately - but Inho's expression hardly changes to reflect that]
[That's not the kind of change he would have wanted, thanks. He'd try to get more friction, but short of leaning in and doing it himself, he's not sure how to do it. Maybe just push his hips into Daseul's hand?]
[ Let it be known that even thirst monster Daseul loves making boys squirm, and he's very much enjoying Inho doing his best to get him starting moving again.
He has a lot more questions to ask, but they can probably wait for a time when he doesn't have another boy's dick in his hand. He makes a curious hum in response, and dips his head down to take Inho's dick back into his mouth. There's probably nothing Inho can tell him around his creator, considering Inho never met him, and he was already dead by the time Inho awakened. ]
Inho could not care less if this has opened the doors to more questions later. If they are all terrifying or unanswerable, that is a problem for another time. The problem he is having now is that Daseul's mouth is good - hot and wet, and it's driving his senses crazy. Inho knows somehow, that it can only get better from here]
[ Robot boys are the best to make squirm. There's only so many times he can torment Korain until it starts to get old. Inho is fresh, new and interesting. Daseul can't quite get enough of him yet.
He doesn't plan to, anyway. With another wet pop he draws back, but it doesn't seem like it's because he's got more questions... yet. With a flick of his head he gestures Inho to scoot back on the bed, and unbuttons his own shirt, unzipping his pants. ]
[The robot might yet submit a formal complaint, this is clearly some form of cruelty??
He immediately misses Daseul's mouth. Don't enjoy making him make his frustrated noises low in his throat this much, Daseul. Inho frowns slightly as he follows the line of logic he is given. Move back. Right. His eyes are drawn to Daseul and somehow the sight of him losing his pants is what holds his full attention]
[ How cute... Daseul is learning so many things today, like that robots feel frustration when you keep stopping sucking them off, and that they can frown when not immediately getting their own way. Very relatable indeed. Daseul feels even more drawn to him now.
He's back on Inho's lap before Inho can complain anymore, much less dressed than before, straddling over his thighs. ]
You're fine with this?
[ Just one more check before he kills another virgin. ]
[He was made to fit in. Anyone would feel that frustration when the person sucking them off stops cold.
But he can't complain, there is a boy in his lap. He is poor at social interactions, but Inho will gladly look down at Daseul before looking back up to catch and hold his gaze. His hands move slowly but with intention, settling on Daseul's hips. See, he can join in. He like.]
I am.
[He wants it, bad. His whole body is attuned]
You said before you wanted this, Kim Daseul. I want it as well.
[ Inho may have been made to fit in, but he still curiously sticks out like a sore, silicon thumb. There's something strikingly different about him that Daseul can't help but like. He's different in a way that makes his similarities interesting.
But Daseul is not a patient boy. After checking one more time that he's not just forcing himself on some poor, hapless little robot boy, he grabs Inho by the chin to place another soft kiss on his mouth while he fumbles around to hold Inho's dick straight.
With a gentle nip to Inho's bottom lip, Daseul slowly lowers himself down. ]
[Claiming not to be patient, and yet still taking time for gentle kisses? Totally believable.
Inho's hands tighten when he is kissed. He tries to kiss back, but the little nip distracts him for just that half second long enough. He recognizes what is happening and practically freezes. Daseul lowering himself onto his cock is a sight and sensation he is not about to forget. Besides that, and how good it feels, his legs are tensing in anticipation. Just because he hasn't done this before doesn't mean he doesn't know how. He just has to wait long enough for Daseul to settle.
Which does, in fact, mean he is kissing Daseul harder.]
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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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But this is something else. Daseul is good, and watching him sink down on Inho's dick? His fingers tighten into the bedcovers, a very oddly human thing indeed.]
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For now, everything seems about what Daseul already knows well anyway; nothing too spectacular or out of the ordinary. Yet, anyway. Already Daseul knows for a fact that Inho has one very particular difference between himself and humans.
There is one question that nags at him, though...
He pulls back with a wet pop, and replaces his mouth with his hand. ]
Why did your creator give you sex organs?
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So that I could have sex.
[why else, dude]
You know already that it is done for pleasure.
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He's not happy with the answer he received, and moves his hand even slower. ]
Was his intention just to make you a perfect human imitation?
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I could not say. I did not know him.
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He has a lot more questions to ask, but they can probably wait for a time when he doesn't have another boy's dick in his hand. He makes a curious hum in response, and dips his head down to take Inho's dick back into his mouth. There's probably nothing Inho can tell him around his creator, considering Inho never met him, and he was already dead by the time Inho awakened. ]
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Inho could not care less if this has opened the doors to more questions later. If they are all terrifying or unanswerable, that is a problem for another time. The problem he is having now is that Daseul's mouth is good - hot and wet, and it's driving his senses crazy. Inho knows somehow, that it can only get better from here]
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He doesn't plan to, anyway. With another wet pop he draws back, but it doesn't seem like it's because he's got more questions... yet. With a flick of his head he gestures Inho to scoot back on the bed, and unbuttons his own shirt, unzipping his pants. ]
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He immediately misses Daseul's mouth. Don't enjoy making him make his frustrated noises low in his throat this much, Daseul. Inho frowns slightly as he follows the line of logic he is given. Move back. Right. His eyes are drawn to Daseul and somehow the sight of him losing his pants is what holds his full attention]
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He's back on Inho's lap before Inho can complain anymore, much less dressed than before, straddling over his thighs. ]
You're fine with this?
[ Just one more check before he kills another virgin. ]
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But he can't complain, there is a boy in his lap. He is poor at social interactions, but Inho will gladly look down at Daseul before looking back up to catch and hold his gaze. His hands move slowly but with intention, settling on Daseul's hips. See, he can join in. He like.]
I am.
[He wants it, bad. His whole body is attuned]
You said before you wanted this, Kim Daseul. I want it as well.
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But Daseul is not a patient boy. After checking one more time that he's not just forcing himself on some poor, hapless little robot boy, he grabs Inho by the chin to place another soft kiss on his mouth while he fumbles around to hold Inho's dick straight.
With a gentle nip to Inho's bottom lip, Daseul slowly lowers himself down. ]
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Inho's hands tighten when he is kissed. He tries to kiss back, but the little nip distracts him for just that half second long enough. He recognizes what is happening and practically freezes. Daseul lowering himself onto his cock is a sight and sensation he is not about to forget. Besides that, and how good it feels, his legs are tensing in anticipation. Just because he hasn't done this before doesn't mean he doesn't know how. He just has to wait long enough for Daseul to settle.
Which does, in fact, mean he is kissing Daseul harder.]
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