[ It's so easy, in fact, that K's almost tempted to answer incorrectly on purpose just to see what will happen. But with the promise of kisses on the line... ]
Your clavicle.
Shame the bite marks never last long.
[ The ones that don't leave behind magical scars, anyway. ]
Just means you have to keep leaving them. You'll never hear me complain about that.
[ One of these days, K is going to catch Tech Boy admiring that magical scar in the mirror. There's such an arousing memory associated with it, even if the details are a little fuzzy. Mmmm more on that later. ]
Okay. Next.
[ Still not the most challenging of images to guess. The angle makes it a little less obvious, but the curve of his shoulder blade is visible in the picture that is mostly the smooth skin of his back. Tech Boy's mostly just thinking about where would be fun to kiss and working from there. ]
[ Showering together to wash off the orc-blood had been fun, too. They really should find more excuses to bathe together. ]
Don't mind if I do.
Your back is also looking particularly biteable today.
[ Plans for later. He's also saving each of the images... and just hoping the pest of a dream dating app isn't going to interfere with this. At least it seems to be done taunting them. ]
[ As distractions go, this is going on his list of new favorites. He doesn't want to appear too clingy by bugging K at work too often, but this is a day for distraction. Attacked by a malevolent computer program is enough to get Tech Boy's blood pressure up. May as well channel that power for good. And teasing K is always good.
It's tempting to get a little more naughty again at this point because he's already traveled down his body this far. He'll get there. So many more places to ensure kisses for first. (Not that K really needs guidance. He's got good instincts for foreplay.) Enjoy a close view at a curious angle of the god's surprisingly muscular torso. ]
[ It's a welcome distraction regardless of the reasons for it. Given Tech Boy's purview, K thinks it may be a bit ironic they're only now getting around to these kinds of things. Flirting in the digital realm. It's nice.
He isn't used to seeing Tech Boy from the perspective in the picture and it's the unusual angle that finally throws him, as the delay between his responses makes clear. That it's a curve of muscle seems obvious enough, but where it is, less so. Hmm. ]
[ The delay in K's response brings a grin to Tech Boy's face. The tricky part was trying to obscure the body that K's gotten to know so very well, and being able to make K pause for a moment is no small victory. But the god is also impatient and wants to let K win because they both benefit from the rewards (kisses) once K returns home.
The next photo is from a little further away, making the location of the last image much more clear. Oddly, it makes Tech Boy wonder (once again) why a god (especially a technology god) or an android need navels. Aesthetics, he supposes. It's what humans expect to see so they can pretend the bodies hosting artificial intelligences are also human. Or close enough to human. At least for a little while, anyway. When it's convenient.
Tech Boy would have to admit he does like the overall look of the feature, useless and impractical as it is for a creature who wasn't born in that manner. It's especially fun in the context of this game they're playing because the god's sensitive there (and a little ticklish). Tech Boy decides he can have his deep thought wanderings later.
The second picture K receives displays navel to nipple from a low angle. Definitely not hard to guess, but hopefully encouraging K's need to stay right where he is behind the bar. Until it's time to come home, that is. ]
[ R u rly thinking about humans whilst sexting your robobf, TB.
Of course, once K realises the location of the picture, it also occurs to him again how odd it is that they possess navels. Or... navel-equivalents. Nonfunctional ones that are nothing more than indentations in skin. Regardless, he's looking forward to kissing Tech Boy there. ]
Your torso. I especially like the second picture.
Because I needed extra help guessing that one, it's only fair to also give you extra attention there when I'm home. Do you like when I use my tongue?
[ Because he is very aware of that sensitivity and plans to have fun with it. Plus, nipples. There are all sorts of exciting things he can use his mouth for there. Suddenly reminded of a relevant poem that he likes, he sends a second text quoting a couple lines from it: ]
i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows.
[ Only insomuch as "humans are weird for building their gods/androids with a feature so distinctly necessary only for humans" but honestly he's not complaining. He shivers thinking about K's mouth on him, his tongue teasing all the sensitive places. Nope. Not complaining about their physical designs at all. ]
"i like its hows." I like that.
If we're talking about being fair, what's not fair is that your tongue is still all the way over there and I can't enjoy it yet. My skin's practically buzzing for you mouth. Ofc you have a job to do--I won't deny you that--but I'm going to be so fucking ready for you the moment you walk back in this door. I'm going to need a lot of extra attention. Brace yourself.
[ The next photo is of his fingers gently touching his lips. Provocative and just shy of being lewd. ]
[ Point well made. Tech Boy isn't the only one feeling impatient (among other things) — this has proven to be a very successful distraction from dating app woes. Which is why K jumps at the opportunity to close for the day after the last customer has left, delaying only long enough to select a bottle of the good stuff to share at home. Owning a pub does have its perks. ]
It will be my utmost pleasure to see to your every need. I'll be home soon.
You'll be ready for me, hmm. Care to elaborate on that?
[ Because that can be taken in a variety of salacious ways and he isn't ready for their foray into sexting to be over quite yet. It's fun.
After debating on it for several moments, he sends through a picture of his own: similarly taken from a low angle, from crotch level up to his slightly flushed, smiling face. The outline of his erection is straining obscenely against the material of his well-tailored dress pants. He hadn't been exaggerating his need to stay behind the bar.
He pulls his long coat on over his formal work attire and strategically holds it closed, concealing the effect Tech Boy's game has had on him, and it isn't long before there's the telltale sound of his key unlocking the door of their apartment. His first order of business will depend on where Tech Boy is waiting for him — if the god is close, K intends to make a beeline for him to show his proper appreciation for those lips, even before shedding his coat and preparing drinks for them both. ]
No. I won't elaborate. I should make you guess. What possible ways could I be preparing myself for your arrival home, hm?
[ Sent after he receives K's photo: ]
Other than the obvious of course. Is that for me?
[ He's grinning widely, with is sent as an impression along with the response. ]
-----
Meanwhile, Tech Boy has been preparing himself, flitting around their apartment trying to decide which of the many possibilities he wants to act on when K returns home. There's lube involved, of course, but there's also no reason to cut their foreplay short simply because K finally walks in the door and Tech Boy can put hands on him physically to reap the rewards of his little game. No need to rush. They have all the time they'll need.
The air in the apartment holds a slight haziness as the vapor from Tech Boy's smoking has yet to dissipate entirely, but there's another sweet odor mixed with the electric scent of the vape. It'll be up to K to discover the source.
He lounges on the couch, wearing a grey geometrically-patterned silk robe that K hasn't seen before tied loosely around his midsection to cover (but not conceal) his erection. Patiently waiting, eyes closed, he can feel K's progress as he approaches home. It's easier with their emotions flared like this, a pleasantly warm spot in Tech Boy's awareness.
Rising at the sound of the click of the lock, Tech Boy takes a few steps to meet K at the door, careful to keep himself out of view of anyone else who might be passing in the hallway.
Being met at the door is a welcome convenience. K shuts it behind himself and wastes no time in closing the remaining distance between them, reaching for Tech Boy's hip with his free hand, gripping it through the thin, silky material of his robe. The unusual texture gives him a moment's pause as he rubs his fingers against it, liking the way it feels.
"It's always for you." Letting his coat fall open now, he urges Tech Boy forward with the hand on his hip until their bodies are gently pressed together, soon followed by their lips as K leans in to kiss him. It's brimming with affection and a restrained sense of urgency just beneath; he's in no particular rush, either. He's smiling when he pulls back and lifts the bottle to show Tech Boy. "So is this. You want a drink now or later?" His expression turns thoughtful as he notes, "Something smells good... What is that?"
K's strong touch through the fragile fabric against his skin nearly draws a moan from Tech Boy's lips. The texture of the silk lends a new sensation to the intimately familiar caress of those hands. He'd have to keep this in mind for the future and be sure to reciprocate the experience. Silk is a rare enough luxury, and a man like K deserves to be drapes in the finest, softest things. Plus, the mental image of silk stretched over K's fine chest and powerful muscles--Who knew a technology god would be into it this much? Certainly not Tech Boy.
As he presses his body against K's with the guidance of hand on hip, absolutely nothing is left to the imagination. The kiss fills him with a passionate warmth and, closing his eyes, Tech Boy pictures their text conversation with a little shiver of excitement. The god meets K's restrained urgency with his own, but he doesn't want any of this to be over too quickly. Especially after such an exquisite prelude. Still, he makes a nearly inaudible sound of protest when K breaks the kiss to speak.
"It's a surprise for later." Tech Boy taps the bottle with an index finger. "Drinks now, since you've smartly brought my favorite home." He smirks teasingly. "And the booze. You brought booze home too."
Tech Boy slides his hands into K's pockets (front or back, whichever his wandering fingers find first), thus preventing him from doing exactly the thing that Tech Boy just asked him to do. Can't very well step away to make drinks with a god in your pockets, bodily impeding movement. Whatever will it take to convince Tech Boy to release him? His pocketed hands tease lightly as the robe shifts to become a little less useful as a body covering.
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Your clavicle.
Shame the bite marks never last long.
[ The ones that don't leave behind magical scars, anyway. ]
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[ One of these days, K is going to catch Tech Boy admiring that magical scar in the mirror. There's such an arousing memory associated with it, even if the details are a little fuzzy. Mmmm more on that later. ]
Okay. Next.
[ Still not the most challenging of images to guess. The angle makes it a little less obvious, but the curve of his shoulder blade is visible in the picture that is mostly the smooth skin of his back. Tech Boy's mostly just thinking about where would be fun to kiss and working from there. ]
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Don't mind if I do.
Your back is also looking particularly biteable today.
[ Plans for later. He's also saving each of the images... and just hoping the pest of a dream dating app isn't going to interfere with this. At least it seems to be done taunting them. ]
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It feels particularly bitable.
Especially with your hands busy somewhere else.
[ The next picture is from a bit closer because he's trying to make it harder to guess. Hip bone and lower abs. ]
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Busy holding your hips?
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[ As distractions go, this is going on his list of new favorites. He doesn't want to appear too clingy by bugging K at work too often, but this is a day for distraction. Attacked by a malevolent computer program is enough to get Tech Boy's blood pressure up. May as well channel that power for good. And teasing K is always good.
It's tempting to get a little more naughty again at this point because he's already traveled down his body this far. He'll get there. So many more places to ensure kisses for first. (Not that K really needs guidance. He's got good instincts for foreplay.) Enjoy a close view at a curious angle of the god's surprisingly muscular torso. ]
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He isn't used to seeing Tech Boy from the perspective in the picture and it's the unusual angle that finally throws him, as the delay between his responses makes clear. That it's a curve of muscle seems obvious enough, but where it is, less so. Hmm. ]
Now you're being tricky. Give me a hint.
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The next photo is from a little further away, making the location of the last image much more clear. Oddly, it makes Tech Boy wonder (once again) why a god (especially a technology god) or an android need navels. Aesthetics, he supposes. It's what humans expect to see so they can pretend the bodies hosting artificial intelligences are also human. Or close enough to human. At least for a little while, anyway. When it's convenient.
Tech Boy would have to admit he does like the overall look of the feature, useless and impractical as it is for a creature who wasn't born in that manner. It's especially fun in the context of this game they're playing because the god's sensitive there (and a little ticklish). Tech Boy decides he can have his deep thought wanderings later.
The second picture K receives displays navel to nipple from a low angle. Definitely not hard to guess, but hopefully encouraging K's need to stay right where he is behind the bar. Until it's time to come home, that is. ]
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Of course, once K realises the location of the picture, it also occurs to him again how odd it is that they possess navels. Or... navel-equivalents. Nonfunctional ones that are nothing more than indentations in skin. Regardless, he's looking forward to kissing Tech Boy there. ]
Your torso. I especially like the second picture.
Because I needed extra help guessing that one, it's only fair to also give you extra attention there when I'm home. Do you like when I use my tongue?
[ Because he is very aware of that sensitivity and plans to have fun with it. Plus, nipples. There are all sorts of exciting things he can use his mouth for there. Suddenly reminded of a relevant poem that he likes, he sends a second text quoting a couple lines from it: ]
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows.
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"i like its hows." I like that.
If we're talking about being fair, what's not fair is that your tongue is still all the way over there and I can't enjoy it yet. My skin's practically buzzing for you mouth. Ofc you have a job to do--I won't deny you that--but I'm going to be so fucking ready for you the moment you walk back in this door. I'm going to need a lot of extra attention. Brace yourself.
[ The next photo is of his fingers gently touching his lips. Provocative and just shy of being lewd. ]
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It will be my utmost pleasure to see to your every need. I'll be home soon.
You'll be ready for me, hmm. Care to elaborate on that?
[ Because that can be taken in a variety of salacious ways and he isn't ready for their foray into sexting to be over quite yet. It's fun.
After debating on it for several moments, he sends through a picture of his own: similarly taken from a low angle, from crotch level up to his slightly flushed, smiling face. The outline of his erection is straining obscenely against the material of his well-tailored dress pants. He hadn't been exaggerating his need to stay behind the bar.
He pulls his long coat on over his formal work attire and strategically holds it closed, concealing the effect Tech Boy's game has had on him, and it isn't long before there's the telltale sound of his key unlocking the door of their apartment. His first order of business will depend on where Tech Boy is waiting for him — if the god is close, K intends to make a beeline for him to show his proper appreciation for those lips, even before shedding his coat and preparing drinks for them both. ]
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What possible ways could I be preparing myself for your arrival home, hm?
[ Sent after he receives K's photo: ]
Other than the obvious of course. Is that for me?
[ He's grinning widely, with is sent as an impression along with the response. ]
-----
Meanwhile, Tech Boy has been preparing himself, flitting around their apartment trying to decide which of the many possibilities he wants to act on when K returns home. There's lube involved, of course, but there's also no reason to cut their foreplay short simply because K finally walks in the door and Tech Boy can put hands on him physically to reap the rewards of his little game. No need to rush. They have all the time they'll need.
The air in the apartment holds a slight haziness as the vapor from Tech Boy's smoking has yet to dissipate entirely, but there's another sweet odor mixed with the electric scent of the vape. It'll be up to K to discover the source.
He lounges on the couch, wearing a grey geometrically-patterned silk robe that K hasn't seen before tied loosely around his midsection to cover (but not conceal) his erection. Patiently waiting, eyes closed, he can feel K's progress as he approaches home. It's easier with their emotions flared like this, a pleasantly warm spot in Tech Boy's awareness.
Rising at the sound of the click of the lock, Tech Boy takes a few steps to meet K at the door, careful to keep himself out of view of anyone else who might be passing in the hallway.
"Welcome home."
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"It's always for you." Letting his coat fall open now, he urges Tech Boy forward with the hand on his hip until their bodies are gently pressed together, soon followed by their lips as K leans in to kiss him. It's brimming with affection and a restrained sense of urgency just beneath; he's in no particular rush, either. He's smiling when he pulls back and lifts the bottle to show Tech Boy. "So is this. You want a drink now or later?" His expression turns thoughtful as he notes, "Something smells good... What is that?"
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As he presses his body against K's with the guidance of hand on hip, absolutely nothing is left to the imagination. The kiss fills him with a passionate warmth and, closing his eyes, Tech Boy pictures their text conversation with a little shiver of excitement. The god meets K's restrained urgency with his own, but he doesn't want any of this to be over too quickly. Especially after such an exquisite prelude. Still, he makes a nearly inaudible sound of protest when K breaks the kiss to speak.
"It's a surprise for later." Tech Boy taps the bottle with an index finger. "Drinks now, since you've smartly brought my favorite home." He smirks teasingly. "And the booze. You brought booze home too."
Tech Boy slides his hands into K's pockets (front or back, whichever his wandering fingers find first), thus preventing him from doing exactly the thing that Tech Boy just asked him to do. Can't very well step away to make drinks with a god in your pockets, bodily impeding movement. Whatever will it take to convince Tech Boy to release him? His pocketed hands tease lightly as the robe shifts to become a little less useful as a body covering.