[ 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. ]
[ Of course it's fine. There's no time in Daseul's life he's ever thought no, I've had enough sex for now. He'd have to be pried off Inho with a crowbar. ]
[He would thank Daseul for the compliment, but he was given permission to continue already. Can't focus on anything else now; he has no way to do that. He thrusts again and again, hands tight to pin Daseul in place]
[ Even before he'd gotten off the first time, having Inho so far inside him felt crazy good. Now that he's finished, however...? It's even better. Every drag, every pull is amplified by his oversensitive nerves; Inho stopping him from being able to pace himself makes his body quiver.
He digs his nails in deep, letting his head lull back as he fights hard just to stay upright. ]
[More. A simple command for a simple robot. Sure. His eyebrows quirk as he tries to relay it. What does more mean in this context?
Inho tightens his hold and pushes himself in deep. More than this? Something clicks - both in his mind and out loud, so that might be a concerning detail for all of .5 seconds before he begins vibrating inside Daseul as he thrusts]
[ Of all things Daseul was expecting from Inho... this wasn't one of them. The click is only mildly concerning, but that feeling is immediately, instantly blown out of his head by the vibrations that shake him at his very core.
Needless to say, of course he gets off on it. He's never had so much stimulation before, and he doesn't even have time to prepare himself before he comes hard... again. It almost hurts this time, and Daseul is somewhere stuck between a moan and a whimper, clinging to Inho's shoulders. ]
[ At this point, it's difficult for Daseul to keep going. He's having trouble keeping himself up, and he's leaning on Inho for what support he can get while the both of them are moving the way they are. But his breathing is heavy, his bangs plastered to his head with sweat, and whenever he stops moving for a moment, both his hands and his legs shake.
The vibrating is intense, and dangerously addictive. Daseul is so sensitive to the point where it's uncomfortable, but he just can't pull himself off right now. ]
Get on top of me.
[ He needs a break, but not enough to want Inho to stop. ]
[He will have to figure this out, forgive him the moment of thought. He knows he's got to maneuver them - hooking one hand under Daseul's leg to figure this out. Finally, Inho decides to keep it simple, stupid. He watches Daseul's face and admires that expression before pulling his legs with one hand and pushing his shoulder with the other. Get him on his back and see if that was correct]
[ Not the smoothest maneuver, but Daseul doesn't seem unhappy with it. At all. In fact, the new position manages to push Inho even deeper, leaves Daseul gasping and breathless. Is this sex, or is this death? ]
[He'll get better with practice, and he'll get practice. He will definitely get practice.
His stamina is good. Really good, because it's the generic level built in on all of his model. But the new positioning will definitely prove more than he can handle, judging by how much deeper and more intense he is feeling this]
You ... are allowed...
[The vibrations don't effect him in quite the same way. Obviously, when he's the one vibrating. But he is close, and he knows it. Shoving in deeper into Daseul is getting him there, his cock never revealing just how close before he hits orgasm. Yes, Daseul. He comes like a normal boy. Inside normal boys.]
[ Robot boys are much harder to gauge than normal boys. When Jaejung starts to get close, it's obvious. It's written all over his face, the tenseness in his movements, and the throbbing in his cock all scream when it's about to happen like an alarm.
Inho is much different though. His expression barely changes, and he- well, it's difficult to work out what happens with his dick, since all Daseul can feel is vibrations. It just feels a little different all around, and not in a bad way.
With his head thrown back, he thoroughly enjoys how far inside him Inho can get, breathless and gasping, fingers tangled in the sheets. He doesn't realize Inho is coming until he's already being filled. He looks back to Inho, pushing his sweaty bangs out of his face. ]
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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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[ Of course it's fine. There's no time in Daseul's life he's ever thought no, I've had enough sex for now. He'd have to be pried off Inho with a crowbar. ]
You feel amazing.
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[He would thank Daseul for the compliment, but he was given permission to continue already. Can't focus on anything else now; he has no way to do that. He thrusts again and again, hands tight to pin Daseul in place]
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He digs his nails in deep, letting his head lull back as he fights hard just to stay upright. ]
More.
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Inho tightens his hold and pushes himself in deep. More than this? Something clicks - both in his mind and out loud, so that might be a concerning detail for all of .5 seconds before he begins vibrating inside Daseul as he thrusts]
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Needless to say, of course he gets off on it. He's never had so much stimulation before, and he doesn't even have time to prepare himself before he comes hard... again. It almost hurts this time, and Daseul is somewhere stuck between a moan and a whimper, clinging to Inho's shoulders. ]
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Inho is more than happy to continue his pace and his vibrating. Daseul feels good, coming that hard]
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The vibrating is intense, and dangerously addictive. Daseul is so sensitive to the point where it's uncomfortable, but he just can't pull himself off right now. ]
Get on top of me.
[ He needs a break, but not enough to want Inho to stop. ]
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[He will have to figure this out, forgive him the moment of thought. He knows he's got to maneuver them - hooking one hand under Daseul's leg to figure this out. Finally, Inho decides to keep it simple, stupid. He watches Daseul's face and admires that expression before pulling his legs with one hand and pushing his shoulder with the other. Get him on his back and see if that was correct]
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You make me feel selfish.
[ Having gotten off twice before Inho has once. ]
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His stamina is good. Really good, because it's the generic level built in on all of his model. But the new positioning will definitely prove more than he can handle, judging by how much deeper and more intense he is feeling this]
You ... are allowed...
[The vibrations don't effect him in quite the same way. Obviously, when he's the one vibrating. But he is close, and he knows it. Shoving in deeper into Daseul is getting him there, his cock never revealing just how close before he hits orgasm. Yes, Daseul. He comes like a normal boy. Inside normal boys.]
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Inho is much different though. His expression barely changes, and he- well, it's difficult to work out what happens with his dick, since all Daseul can feel is vibrations. It just feels a little different all around, and not in a bad way.
With his head thrown back, he thoroughly enjoys how far inside him Inho can get, breathless and gasping, fingers tangled in the sheets. He doesn't realize Inho is coming until he's already being filled. He looks back to Inho, pushing his sweaty bangs out of his face. ]
It feels exactly the same.
[ As regular human cum, thanks. ]
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