[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.]
[ Perfect. Dealing with virgins is always a bit of a mystery experience, because you don't know how they're going to react or what they're going to be able to do without you having to physically move their hands for them. The fact that Inho is at least properly responding to him is a lot more than what could have been said of Korain.
Inho's enthusiasm at least seems to please Daseul, and he puts both hands on Inho's shoulders to steady himself, properly settling into Inho's lap. The feeling of Inho stretching him out is a little dizzying, but as always it's immensely satisfying getting his way.
He doesn't give Inho time to adjust or a warning before he starts to move again, living himself up with the same agonizing slowness, not wanting to jump all the way in and risk overwhelming Inho during his first time. ]
[How many virgins has he corrupted to have a running tally here? Damn.
But that enthusiasm can't be as pleasing as what Daseul is doing. Inho's fingers curl and dig bluntly into the other boy's thighs as he settles and grips Inho. The second he fully registers that Daseul isn't going to slow down and is, in fact, moving again, Inho groans. His mouth leaves Daseul's and he turns his face instead to Daseul's wrist. His lips close over the pulse point there and he drags his teeth across just to see what happens]
[ The real question is, how many more will there be?
As human as Inho has seemed through some of his reactions before this, it's still curious to Daseul to seem him react to humanly now. He's not sure why exactly, but it's hard for him to shake Inho being an android from his head, and that category assumes limitations for him that he just doesn't seem to have.
It's nice, though. Both to learn these new things, and to see them coming from Inho in particular.
He keeps his eyes firmly trained on Inho, watching him carefully as he turns away and showers the thin skin of Daseul's skinny wrists with attention. Compared to the rest of his body it's smooth and clear of bruising and marks, but the attention is far from unwelcome. It makes his pulse flutter slightly under Inho's mouth. ]
He only has so much to work with, on knowledge alone. Well. No. Not quite. It just takes him time to adjust, to fit into this position better. He's very good at matching Daseul's rhythm, moving his hips to meet Daseul's in short time. His hands move up, following the curve of hip to settle more comfortably at Daseul's waist. Yes, this is better, and he can let out a pleased grunt at this arrangement]
[ What's more surprising than any of Inho's more human-like movements and reactions is how immediately good he seems to be at this. Daseul's first time was a lot of pain and neither of them having any idea what they were doing. Inho is shockingly good at meeting his movements and not being completely, immediately overwhelmed.
He slides his hands down Inho's back, gently dragging blunt nails down his skin. ]
[He's still pretty overwhelmed, but that's true. As it turns out, he's relishing that he is good at this. Daseul encourages him so much with his hands that he wants to continue to do this thing he seems so good at, that is also good for him]
[ A purely selfless act for Daseul; his encouragement is entirely for the benefit of Inho, and not at all because it feels amazing for Daseul. Somehow Inho is so perfectly shaped, with just the right amount of length to be able to reach spots in Daseul's body that make his breath catch and his body shiver.
He's starting to sweat, but his body is still covered in goosebumps. ]
[Inho can see the reactions, and they touch him. It is clear this was a good choice for them both. That and Daseul feels amazing around his cock. He doesn't sweat, but he smooths one hand down Daseul's side]
[ The more he raises and lowers himself onto Inho, the more breathless he gets, and the harder it is for him to sustain conversation without a lot of heavy panting.
He drifts forward to lean his head against the top of Inho's, keeping himself somewhat grounded even while he drives Inho inside of him. ]
[Humans are so odd, relying on breath so much. Maybe odd isn't the right word... There is something attractive in making Daseul's breath short. It isn't something Inho can offer in return though.
What he can offer are his hands - pulling Daseul's hips down onto him, letting him drive in deeper. He groans and grinds into the movement, surprising himself at how much more intense that feeling was]
[ Forget breathing entirely- when Inho pushes in hard, driving himself up further into Daseul than Daseul can reach on his own, Daseul's breathing stops entirely with a short, breathless moan. The difference between Inho somehow knowing exactly what to do and Korain scared shitless to touch Daseul is amazing.
Daseul's fingers dig in hard to Inho's back, and he lets his head lull back, suddenly with no strength left to hold it straight. ]
[Fear is for people who understand that emotion. Reacting is for robots who were made for this. Inho takes immediate note of the change in Daseul and he wants to see it again, command or no. He will gladly obey and push in harder and deeper, groaning himself]
[ Shame on Inho for being so immediately good at this. Daseul was planning on coaxing him through it, teaching him a little of what he likes at a time. As it is, he can barely remember his own name without a good few seconds of processing time.
A few seconds also happens to be as much time as Daseul has left in him. As Inho drives himself up into Daseul, deep and hard, Daseul pushes himself down, hurrying to meet up with Inho to drag as much pleasure out of him as possible. It's just enough to push Daseul and his poor stamina over the edge, getting off hard and spilling out over Inho's stomach with very little warning, aside from a sudden stutter in the way Daseul moves, and the total momentary absence of his breath. ]
[That's too much power. This is officially dangerous. Because now Inho knows how Daseul feels when he comes. Fool.
This is also where he loses focus and hesitates himself, hands pulling Daseul onto him and absolutely stuffed up inside him. No movement. He does not know how to finish]
[ As Daseul comes back down from his high, he flops bonelessly against Inho, trying to get his breathing to calm back down again.
It's only for a moment. After that moment passes, he presses his fingers back into Inho's skin to ground himself, and starts to move again. Slowly once more, and a little weaker than before, but he has determination. ]
Don't worry about it.
[ His stamina is Not Great. He's used to it. He plans to keep going anyway. ]
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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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Inho's enthusiasm at least seems to please Daseul, and he puts both hands on Inho's shoulders to steady himself, properly settling into Inho's lap. The feeling of Inho stretching him out is a little dizzying, but as always it's immensely satisfying getting his way.
He doesn't give Inho time to adjust or a warning before he starts to move again, living himself up with the same agonizing slowness, not wanting to jump all the way in and risk overwhelming Inho during his first time. ]
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But that enthusiasm can't be as pleasing as what Daseul is doing. Inho's fingers curl and dig bluntly into the other boy's thighs as he settles and grips Inho. The second he fully registers that Daseul isn't going to slow down and is, in fact, moving again, Inho groans. His mouth leaves Daseul's and he turns his face instead to Daseul's wrist. His lips close over the pulse point there and he drags his teeth across just to see what happens]
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As human as Inho has seemed through some of his reactions before this, it's still curious to Daseul to seem him react to humanly now. He's not sure why exactly, but it's hard for him to shake Inho being an android from his head, and that category assumes limitations for him that he just doesn't seem to have.
It's nice, though. Both to learn these new things, and to see them coming from Inho in particular.
He keeps his eyes firmly trained on Inho, watching him carefully as he turns away and showers the thin skin of Daseul's skinny wrists with attention. Compared to the rest of his body it's smooth and clear of bruising and marks, but the attention is far from unwelcome. It makes his pulse flutter slightly under Inho's mouth. ]
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He only has so much to work with, on knowledge alone. Well. No. Not quite. It just takes him time to adjust, to fit into this position better. He's very good at matching Daseul's rhythm, moving his hips to meet Daseul's in short time. His hands move up, following the curve of hip to settle more comfortably at Daseul's waist. Yes, this is better, and he can let out a pleased grunt at this arrangement]
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He slides his hands down Inho's back, gently dragging blunt nails down his skin. ]
Are you sure you haven't done this before?
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Yes, I am sure. I would have remembered this.
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He's starting to sweat, but his body is still covered in goosebumps. ]
I wasn't expecting you to be very good.
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Would you have preferred that I were not?
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[ The more he raises and lowers himself onto Inho, the more breathless he gets, and the harder it is for him to sustain conversation without a lot of heavy panting.
He drifts forward to lean his head against the top of Inho's, keeping himself somewhat grounded even while he drives Inho inside of him. ]
It's much better - this way.
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[Humans are so odd, relying on breath so much. Maybe odd isn't the right word... There is something attractive in making Daseul's breath short. It isn't something Inho can offer in return though.
What he can offer are his hands - pulling Daseul's hips down onto him, letting him drive in deeper. He groans and grinds into the movement, surprising himself at how much more intense that feeling was]
Then I am glad to continue.
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Daseul's fingers dig in hard to Inho's back, and he lets his head lull back, suddenly with no strength left to hold it straight. ]
Again.
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A few seconds also happens to be as much time as Daseul has left in him. As Inho drives himself up into Daseul, deep and hard, Daseul pushes himself down, hurrying to meet up with Inho to drag as much pleasure out of him as possible. It's just enough to push Daseul and his poor stamina over the edge, getting off hard and spilling out over Inho's stomach with very little warning, aside from a sudden stutter in the way Daseul moves, and the total momentary absence of his breath. ]
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This is also where he loses focus and hesitates himself, hands pulling Daseul onto him and absolutely stuffed up inside him. No movement. He does not know how to finish]
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It's only for a moment. After that moment passes, he presses his fingers back into Inho's skin to ground himself, and starts to move again. Slowly once more, and a little weaker than before, but he has determination. ]
Don't worry about it.
[ His stamina is Not Great. He's used to it. He plans to keep going anyway. ]
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[He has to be sure before he goes back at it, okay. He would hate to hurt someone, being a thing.]
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