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There was nothing but sensation. The world appeared before him in muzzy pitch black, not a delineated line or shape in sight, everything nowhere—just nothing. There is a sensation, of course, some pleasurable panging from his crotch. It is emanating from his spike. All over, he feels it be engulfed in some sort of slippery grip. Pulsating walls, as it plunges in the wet canal. He cannot tell if he is thrusting up or the plush, valve-like structure is moving on its own.
D-16’s time in the void is brief. He wakes. With flickering optics, and a groan thundering out from within his vox, he finds himself face to face with Orion Pax. His friend. Orion’s face was twisted and contorted. Eyes on the brink of rolling into the back of his head, mouth agape in a silent scream, one corner hitched up, revealing his pearly white teeth. Obviously, he is amidst something orgasmic. His plating is trembling.
After his return from that height he falls forward.
“O-Orion?” D-16 catches him, hands hiking him up between the gaps of purple and grey plating. But he couldn’t stop his head landing on his shoulder. Now, his friend was panting into his neck. His huffs are hot and humid.
As a few seconds pass by, the stickiness and pressure at his crotch is suddenly becoming more and more apparent, and his clarity of his surroundings also. A massive lump is forming in his intake.
“Orion?”
“Hey, Dee.” His friend bounces himself upright. Orion’s countenance, once twisted and contorted, is now smooth. The only crease that could be found is at the corner of his smirk. He looks at him, fondly, with half-lidded optics.
“Orion, what- what are we doing?” D-16 feels a sudden flush to his cheeks. They are interfacing, of course.
“We are interfacing, of course,” he answers, very matter of fact.
“B-but since when?”
“Since now.”
“But I passed out.”
“Yeah, you did. And you were getting real warm in your sleep, especially down here,” he punctuates the end with cadence.
Orion hitches his hips to the side, he chuckled when D-16 gasped sharply. The realisation hit him like a freight train: he is inside his friend, Orion. His spike is inside his valve. Orion has been riding him, riding him when he was unconscious.
“W-why?” is all he can ask in his overwhelmed state.
“I think you’re hot. And you think I am too. I’ve read some of your diary entries.”
“Those are private!”
“Then don’t just leave them around willy-nilly,” he chides. “Anyway, I read how you’ve been fantasising about me, how you’ve been having these frequent wet dreams. And I can’t help but find it all so adorable. Tell me, do I charm you? Do I enchant you? Am I that sexy?”
“Orion,” he sighs.
“And have I fulfilled them? Your fantasies?”
D-16 turns away, he couldn’t bear to stare into those amber eyes like this, in this condition. How pathetic is he?
“Do you want more?” There’s a breath next to his audial, Orion’s voice was like oil, silky, smooth, seductive, bewitching.
All D-16 can do is suppress his gulp and nod.