[ There's no point in explaining when it's way more fun for K to demonstrate the extent of his knowledge. And so far, he's doing splendidly. The light touches are a nice preamble, and only goes to further convince the god of K's innocence and inexperience in these matters. They'll have to practice, he thinks, and it brings a wicked little smile to his lips. Plenty of practice. Tech Boy catches K's glance as his touch grows more confident, holding his gaze for a long moment. He presses into the caress, making a soft sound of pleasure to indicate yes, just like that. Tilting his hips a little, he grinds against K slowly in order to feel the full length of K's erection beneath him. Then he does it again, letting his own physical enjoyment travel along the red string with a near electric hum.
It's temping to abandon the conversation, strip them both naked, and get into a more thorough investigation of each other's bodies. While Tech Boy is, of course, a skilled multitasker, there are times when focus is the best option. And Tech Boy wants to give K's body his full and undivided attention.
But K brings up a valid point, one that Tech Boy had tucked away in his mind. ] I don't believe in that kind of fate. [ He doesn't like when things are that far out of his control. ] But this red string isn't a coincidence. Not if you were already starting to feel... [ something ] too. Even before you pulled me from the frozen ocean, you were special to me. It tied us together, thoughts and all, to catalyze what was already happening. [ He shifts his weight with a suggestive arch of his back. ] I couldn't stand to be away.
[ 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. ]
[ Between the physical sensation and the sting feedback, Tech Boy's eyes close lightly for a moment as he lets the shiver roll through him. His skin would be flushed if it could, and there's something barely restrained in his posture that will only last a few minutes longer at this rate. Because it's more that simply the friction of their bodies, the connection of their minds and the admission of their hearts pushes the Technical Boy into quite a compromised state. He's not-so-secretly grateful for it. ]
Coincidence or conspiracy. The outcome is what's important now.
[ A soft exhale of enjoyment of K's hands on his sides turns into an undignified little squeak when K flips him, and he bites his lip to keep the giggle from bubbling up again. Tech Boy arches his back to raise his body to the progress of K's mouth, bright eyes watching him with sparkling curiosity. He makes a small sound at the almost-bite. Teeth are good.
Using his hands, Tech Boy complies with K's request without hesitation. Not that he's never fallen off a bed before, but he fears that might put too soon an end to things, and there's no way he's going to let that happen. His hands seek out K's strong back, using his fingertips as encouragement. Tech Boy is more than content for the moment for K to explore at his own pace, but he also can't seem to hold still, taking every opportunity to make skin contact wherever he can. ]
[ 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. ]
[ The press of K's weight on top on him sends a surge of enjoyment through Tech Boy's body, something he readily shares with K through the string connection. More than simply pleasure (of which there is also a near-overwhelming amount), there is a comfort to this. Not just lust, but warmth and protection that Tech Boy hasn't experienced in fat too long. If ever, if he's honest. Maybe he'd owe Fate a drink for their chance encounter after all, not that he'd ever admit that to anyone.
Tech Boy meets K's kiss with equal intensity and begins to slide his hands down K's back until his fingertips tease inside the waistband of K's pants, urging him into motion against him. Tech Boy hooks one leg around K's, using his foot to hold on to the back of K's knee.
The question makes him laugh softly, the kiss leaving him a little breathless. ]
Yeah, I do. Whenever I feel like it and it's appropriate. It's good stress relief. [ He leans his head slightly into the touch on his hair, conscious of every inch of K's body against his. K's smile draws out one of Tech Boy's own. ] And it's fun. You've really never tried it? [ There's an obviously projected thought masquerading as veiled suggestion, We could. Together. Unless you want something more. ]
[ 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. ]
[ For all of Tech Boy's tough talk and harsh language, the gentler kiss draws an immediate reaction from him. Half-pinned under the solid, reassuring weight K's body, Tech Boy melts into that sensation for a moment. To Tech Boy's recalled memory, no one has held him this way. Sex was fun, rough, sweaty, and often brief--but that's not what this is. Which is fine by him because that's not what he wants right now. K is holding him carefully, reverently, almost protectively. It's the kind of treatment a god could get used to if he weren't careful.
But isn't that what they've decided? To be together. To be in a relationship where "getting used to it" is possible? It really does sound good. Being together feels good. K's answer to the question does not dampen Tech Boy's mood in the slightest. ]
You decided 'yes' of your free will. I have no intention of ever ordering you. Especially not for this. [ He presses the thought through their mental link with a warm expression of validation and affection. Yes, he could definitely get used to this.
Tech Boy slides one hand between their bodies to work on unfastening both of their pants. Unfortunately, they would eventually have to move in order to strip them off and get naked entirely, but it's enough for Tech Boy to slip his hand inside K's clothes. Before curling his nimble fingers around K's cock, he puts up a mental question mark. New skin-against-sensitive-skin sensation can possibly become overwhelming, and if K is at all still unsure--due to dwelling on his designated function or for any other reason--Tech Boy's still listening. ]
can probably ftb or wrap here (also loling @ sex with k not being fun IT'S TRUE BUT HE TRIES.....)
[ 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. ]
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It's temping to abandon the conversation, strip them both naked, and get into a more thorough investigation of each other's bodies. While Tech Boy is, of course, a skilled multitasker, there are times when focus is the best option. And Tech Boy wants to give K's body his full and undivided attention.
But K brings up a valid point, one that Tech Boy had tucked away in his mind. ] I don't believe in that kind of fate. [ He doesn't like when things are that far out of his control. ] But this red string isn't a coincidence. Not if you were already starting to feel... [ something ] too. Even before you pulled me from the frozen ocean, you were special to me. It tied us together, thoughts and all, to catalyze what was already happening. [ He shifts his weight with a suggestive arch of his back. ] I couldn't stand to be away.
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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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Coincidence or conspiracy. The outcome is what's important now.
[ A soft exhale of enjoyment of K's hands on his sides turns into an undignified little squeak when K flips him, and he bites his lip to keep the giggle from bubbling up again. Tech Boy arches his back to raise his body to the progress of K's mouth, bright eyes watching him with sparkling curiosity. He makes a small sound at the almost-bite. Teeth are good.
Using his hands, Tech Boy complies with K's request without hesitation. Not that he's never fallen off a bed before, but he fears that might put too soon an end to things, and there's no way he's going to let that happen. His hands seek out K's strong back, using his fingertips as encouragement. Tech Boy is more than content for the moment for K to explore at his own pace, but he also can't seem to hold still, taking every opportunity to make skin contact wherever he can. ]
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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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Tech Boy meets K's kiss with equal intensity and begins to slide his hands down K's back until his fingertips tease inside the waistband of K's pants, urging him into motion against him. Tech Boy hooks one leg around K's, using his foot to hold on to the back of K's knee.
The question makes him laugh softly, the kiss leaving him a little breathless. ]
Yeah, I do. Whenever I feel like it and it's appropriate. It's good stress relief. [ He leans his head slightly into the touch on his hair, conscious of every inch of K's body against his. K's smile draws out one of Tech Boy's own. ] And it's fun. You've really never tried it? [ There's an obviously projected thought masquerading as veiled suggestion, We could. Together. Unless you want something more. ]
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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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But isn't that what they've decided? To be together. To be in a relationship where "getting used to it" is possible? It really does sound good. Being together feels good. K's answer to the question does not dampen Tech Boy's mood in the slightest. ]
You decided 'yes' of your free will. I have no intention of ever ordering you. Especially not for this. [ He presses the thought through their mental link with a warm expression of validation and affection. Yes, he could definitely get used to this.
Tech Boy slides one hand between their bodies to work on unfastening both of their pants. Unfortunately, they would eventually have to move in order to strip them off and get naked entirely, but it's enough for Tech Boy to slip his hand inside K's clothes. Before curling his nimble fingers around K's cock, he puts up a mental question mark. New skin-against-sensitive-skin sensation can possibly become overwhelming, and if K is at all still unsure--due to dwelling on his designated function or for any other reason--Tech Boy's still listening. ]
can probably ftb or wrap here (also loling @ sex with k not being fun IT'S TRUE BUT HE TRIES.....)
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. ]