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Technical Boy ([personal profile] brandnewtech) wrote2019-09-29 05:00 am

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[personal profile] obeir 2020-04-16 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ His lips twitch at the use of lover. It seems like such an antiquated term coming from this particular god, and this particular person. But K's more than happy to accept it, and doesn't care to make Tech Boy feel self-conscious by commenting on his choice of words. ]

It's new for both of us. We'll figure it out together.

[ And maybe it was a rhetorical turn of phrase, for as long as you can handle, but it touches on something he's already given serious consideration when thinking on what it might be like to be involved with a literal god. Which is... time. Aging, or rather the lack thereof; their respective lifespans. Probably it's just as well neither of them have been involved with humans before in this type of arrangement, or other gods, or other replicants, because what they'll have together is bound to be fundamentally different, and not just where their lifespans are concerned. And it's comforting, knowing they aren't separated by a significant gap in experience. At least not with this.

Winding both arms around Tech Boy, he fully leans back until he's lying on the bed and pulls the god down with him. Then in the same carefully restrained manner as before, he reaches to touch Tech Boy's face, gently tracing his features with the fingertips of one hand. He's barely experienced physical intimacy and it's already hard to imagine ever going without this now.

Eventually he voices his thoughts, speaking quietly. ]
You'll outlive any individual human. [ It's a reasonable assumption, with everything that he knows about the type of god that Tech Boy is. ] And so will I. [ If he isn't (permanently) killed, but that's left unsaid. ]

There's no telling what the future may bring, but promising me I can have this for as long as I can handle it... [ And he's smiling as he says it, expression warm. That could be a very long time, in other words. ] Just don't be surprised when I hold you to that.
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K: [ surprised pikachu face ]

[personal profile] obeir 2020-04-19 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ K obligingly raises his arms and arches his back as needed to allow Tech Boy to easily pull off his shirt. But he isn't the only one who needs to lose some clothing here. Holding Tech Boy's shirt near the collar, he gives a light tug to convey his intentions before working on removing his, too, setting it aside afterward.

... And then he pauses as he takes in the physical perfection that's been very well-concealed by Tech Boy's customarily loose, oversized clothing, raising his eyebrows as the thought made in god's image comes to mind, passing through their string connection. K's aware of how he was created to look, the same general aesthetic that most replicants share — lean muscle and smooth skin that defies scarring, though in his case he's still sporting a few from the last month that will eventually heal without leaving a trace — but he hadn't quite known what to expect of the god. This is an interesting surprise. And he's still staring without shame. (That's his prerogative now, isn't it?)

He reaches to press his palms against Tech Boy's bared skin, fingers splayed as he runs his hands appreciatively along the expanse of his chest, and lower, mapping his body with all of the wondering, unselfconscious curiosity of someone who's experiencing touching another person for the first time. His thoughts are a steady, quiet thrum of discovery and affection. ]


Do you choose the way you look?
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[personal profile] obeir 2020-04-28 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Quite contrary to ruining the mood, Tech Boy's amusement is infectious, provoking an answering smile from K that's nothing short of adoring. He'd really like to hear that again, especially if he's able to be the cause.

Discovery isn't limited to his exploration of Tech Boy's body, but also occurs within himself as his restless shifting beneath the god gradually resolves into deliberate intent. Driven by an unfamiliar instinct, he begins to rock his hips upward to meet Tech Boy's movements, seeking more friction and sighing as his eyes momentarily slip closed once he finds it. It puts him in mind of the first time the biting chill of nuclear winter in Los Angeles stung his unprotected face, and later his first proper shower with hot water, the way the heat rapidly enveloped him in the small, enclosed space — incredible sensations that had previously only existed as concepts to him, and nothing could've prepared him for what actually experiencing them would be like.

Just as nothing could've prepared him for this. Well... maybe not nothing, but it's never occurred to him to touch himself beyond what's necessary for maintaining good hygiene, and for better or worse now Tech Boy's aware of that as well courtesy of the glimmering red string that connects them. ]


I like the way you look. [ Stating the blatantly obvious here, but he suspects the words will be appreciated all the same. ] I just wanted to know whether I should compliment you or compliment your taste. [ He manages to keep a straight face until the last moment, where his teasing smile gives him away. But his tone is serious when he requests: ] Tell me about your ideas.

[ Because he's genuinely interested and is entirely capable of multitasking, as he demonstrates by happily accepting the guidance offered by Tech Boy's hands on his while continuing to touch and explore every inch of the god's body that's within his reach. ]
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[personal profile] obeir 2020-05-04 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That hint of mischief is met with mirth on K's part. He has to debate whether he should explain the extent of his knowledge — he does understand the biology involved — but that he's just never had any use for this information before now, nor any real desire to act on it. Of course, there's a world of difference between knowledge and firsthand experience, that's being made abundantly clear as their efforts become more coordinated...

In the wake of that promise and with such a brazen invitation to touch the god more intimately, the clothing barrier is hardly going to be a deterrence. Inexperience with a trace of diffidence keeps K's touch light at first, just the tips of his fingers sweeping across the fabric of Tech Boy's pants, almost teasingly, before settling over the unmistakable proof of his arousal. K's eyes flicker back up to his face as he presses more firmly with one hand (perhaps not coincidentally, the one bearing the red string around his ring finger), curling his fingers inward and stroking them up the hard length of Tech Boy's cock through his pants. He'd like to be able to take care of Tech Boy as well, in more than just this way.

You always do.

It's accompanied by a flash of memory: his arms, bitten and torn and bleeding. Then being touched by Tech Boy, healed at the expense of the god's own energy at a time when he could barely stand unassisted. ]


In that case, I think we may need to revisit that red thread of fate theory. [ His words are punctuated by an appreciative squeeze to the relevant part of Tech Boy's anatomy, a raised eyebrow and pleased smile, and then he elaborates: ] It could have manifested because of what I was already feeling...

[ Because that's what the connection has seemed to do, for him; exaggerated what was already there, rather than implanting anything truly foreign. The unusual intensity of his emotions over the last couple months may have been confusing to deal with, but it's served to crystallise his desires along the way. ]
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[personal profile] obeir 2020-05-18 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Head tipped back and watching from beneath his lashes, K arches into each movement against him trying to maintain as much contact as possible, greedy for more even as the sensations are already bordering on too much. The feedback through their string connection has him practically writhing, and his first attempt at a reply dissolves into a shivering sigh before he can regain his bearings. ]

Given I don't have a medical background, I've wondered if being assigned to the ship's hospital was really coincidental or something else.

[ He's not sure if he'd go so far as to call it fate, either. But maybe it was Sodder's subtle attempt to help one or both of them, if that isn't attributing too much benevolence (and prescience) to the entity they know so little about. It's only a shame they hadn't met sooner, he thinks.

In an effort to gain better leverage he slides his hands up to grip Tech Boy's sides, and it's all the warning he receives before K reverses their position by deftly flipping him over and gently pushing him down by his shoulders, kneeling between his legs. Being so close to the edge of the bed doesn't leave much room to really maneuver. But he's at least able to lean close, marking a path partway down Tech Boy's body with his mouth, trailing kisses that end in a scrape of his teeth, not quite a bite. He's exceptionally careful to not be too rough without knowing whether it'll be enjoyed. ]


Move up. [ The request is mouthed against the god's skin, and K gives a light push toward the pillows to indicate where he wants Tech Boy to go. Might as well get more comfortable if they're going to be here a while. ]
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[personal profile] obeir 2020-05-29 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Having his request obeyed so readily like that sends a hot thrill through him like an electric shock and for a long moment all he can do is stare, breath catching at the sight. Maybe this discovery about himself shouldn't be as surprising as it is, that he'd enjoy experiencing something that he's always been denied: being in "control", rather than the one being controlled.

But he doesn't dwell too long on the revelation before he's moving with Tech Boy, eager to resume where they'd left off, now with the room to better explore their new arrangement. Seeking Tech Boy's mouth with his own for a heated kiss, K settles against him carefully so their hips are aligned and marvels at how easily they fit together.

Strongly suspecting Tech Boy must have picked up on his prior thoughts, he can't help wondering now: ]
Do you ever touch yourself? [ There's a teasing smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he asks it. Reaching up with a hand, he lightly touches Tech Boy's coiffed hair, taking care not to muss it on the way to holding the nape of his neck, fingers warm against his skin. ]
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[personal profile] obeir 2020-06-07 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The question has him growing still against Tech Boy as he thinks on how to answer, hopefully without ruining the mood for both of them. The problem is, he's unable to lie even for the sake of preserving someone else's comfort, and he also feels obligated to inform Tech Boy of his... possible limitations in this regard. His tone is hesitant, careful. ]

My designed function is law enforcement. I'm not a pleasure model. It doesn't really serve a purpose for me, I guess. Normally. [ Lowering his voice, he admits: ] Unless I were ever ordered to perform the functions of a pleasure model.

[ Because consent doesn't exist for replicants. And regardless of model, they can all technically be used in whatever manner their owners see fit.

K's no exception to that rule, he's just luckier than most in having a handler who offered him something of a choice in the matter. Just as Tech Boy is doing right now. And this time... he does want to experience physical intimacy, even if he hardly knows where to begin.

Yes. That's a good place to start. Yes, they can do that together. But also yes, he wants something more. Maybe? There's still the lingering uncertainty over what he's even physically capable of, but he'd like to experience just about anything he's able to, at least in time. If we have that luxury, he thinks, and the brush of his lips against Tech Boy's is gentler now as he slides his hand up to cradle the back of Tech Boy's head. ]
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can probably ftb or wrap here (also loling @ sex with k not being fun IT'S TRUE BUT HE TRIES.....)

[personal profile] obeir 2020-06-12 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ The mental question mark is answered with the impression of a question in turn because K's well and truly out of his depth with all of this. But he's also entirely willing to see where it takes them, as he's already conveyed by shifting his position to accommodate what Tech Boy's doing, as well as reaching to help with the unfastening himself. His uncertainty now is down to nerves stemming from inexperience and simply not knowing what to expect, physically, because all of his knowledge is hypothetical beyond this point. He understands the biology — enough to know his own unfortunately won't be a perfect imitation of human sexual responses — but has never experienced the reality. And that's... sort of intimidating in the heat of the moment, in a way that makes him reluctant to relinquish control. He wants to participate, not just have things done to him.

Which would be easier if he actually knew what to do.

I want this. I want you, he's quick to reassure, worried his uncertainty may give the wrong impression and prematurely end things. Even if he's going to blunder his way through this to an unsatisfying conclusion, at least he'll have done it of his own volition. (There's a very real fear behind that thought, too, of Tech Boy's interest in him waning, once he realises humans or other gods make superior partners in every way.)

Luckily for both of them, he catches on quickly enough once Tech Boy takes him in hand. It is overwhelming, not quite registering as pleasurable in those first few seconds, the direct contact just too much against his sensitised skin. His hand hovers over Tech Boy's, not trying to stop him but in an unspoken request to take things slow. And it isn't long before the sensation begins to feel good, soon edging fully into pleasure, and encouraging him to slip his hand past Tech Boy's clothing as well to finally wrap his fingers around his bare cock. Quelling his worries about the future as best he can to focus on the present, he settles in to enjoy wherever this new intimacy will lead them. ]