[ Tech Boy had seen K soaked to the skin and had felt him up through his clothes, but he is very pleased with the reveal. Tossing K's shirt aside, he consents for K to undress him as well, smiling at the particularly pleasant yet unfamiliar ritual... and thinking that maybe he'll hang onto that shirt for the good memories later on.

Perfect and remarkable, K's human designers had clearly known what they were doing, but his body shone of divine inspiration. The sentiment of calling K "art" returns to his mind but, rather than being embarrassed by the word (they're quite beyond that now), K's echoing thought of made in god's image causes him to giggle delightedly--which he promptly stifles with one hand. Maybe it ruins the mood or his godly image a bit, but it truly may be one of the only times he's genuinely laughed in years.

To make up for it, he lightly places his hands on the backs of K's as they explore, encouraging a firmer touch here and there, showing K what he likes. His eyes flicker closed in enjoyment. He thought he'd been hard for K already, but the affectionate curiosity is really going to his head. Grinding against K so he can feel his cock through fabric, Tech Boy's only thought is lamenting the existence of pants. ]

That's a complicated question involving serious theological kōans like "which came first, the god or the belief?" [ he smirks. ] I have my own ideas about that.