Chapter Text
Andrew acts during sex like women do in porn. And this leaves Warren torn, it boosts his ego to have Andrew slobbering all over his crotch and humping his leg like a dog, and Andrew makes a great dog; he’s so loyal. But it also just makes him feel deprived because he’s never had a woman—a real woman—act this way with him. Katrina was always on the more vanilla side which is fine for a while but she never wanted things like cum facials. Meanwhile April was programmed to love and request them. And Andrew first requested them after he grew more comfortable with him.
It’s just not fair.
Maybe men are just kinkier, he thinks. And Warren actually wishes he were gay, if the tales he’s heard of how easy it is to get sex within gay male communities are anything to go by. Not having to deal with the extra issues that come with being with a woman sounds perfect. How great would it be to date Andrew for real? They already have heaps in common and Andrew never nags him or has petulant mood swings. Video games and sex, what can be better than that?
Andrew is still kind of a girl but it’s not a huge deal.
But Warren finds Andrew about as sexually exciting as a dust pan. He has however discovered with time it’s possible to have decent sex with someone you’re not attracted to. Andrew certainly enjoys it more than Warren does though. And Warren does have a bit of shame in fucking a man partially just because he’s willing and no women around him are.
Andrew is beneath Warren. Andrew's hands rest, fingers curled, by his head. Warren is sat up, buried hilt-deep inside him. Andrew mewls, and whines, and moans like girls in pornos. Warren does his best to picture Katrina like this. Andrew also loves being degraded. Being called filthy, and slut, and what took Warren aback, a faggot. The fact a gay guy gives him free license to call him a slur during sex, and loves it, is pretty hilarious to him. And Warren always enjoyed degradation used against his partner, so it’s a-okay to him.
“You fucking faggot, you’re never happier than when there’s a dick in your ass.”
The thin line between hate crime and some kinky dialogue.
Warren still can’t believe he asks him to say this kind of thing. He feels a little bad.
“Oh god, Warren.” Andrew pants and arches his back. “Kiss me.”
Andrew is interesting, he loves being degraded and manhandled in the same breath as getting tender kisses and caresses. And the grass is greener where you water it.
He leans down and kisses him, slipping him tongue. He usually only kisses him when Andrew requests it. “You’re so gorgeous, baby,” he says against his mouth.
Andrew looks at Warren with such stars in his eyes. Warren never had Katrina—or anyone—look at him like that either.
And gorgeous... Maybe? He’s certainly better-looking than Jonathan at least.
“Turn over,” Warren commands, pulling out.
Andrew complies and gets face-down, ass-up—the perfect position for a woman. If only. He re-enters him and sighs. So nice and tight. Warren doesn’t love Andrew, but he certainly loves parts of him. However, the rectum is not as pleasurable as the pussy. But he isn’t about to complain about that. Who did complain about anal sex was the shrew he dated.
Andrew is like a fully-functioning sex bot without the programming needed. At least since he stopped complaining about not getting blowjobs or getting to top. But he’s not as placid as the bot, he pushes back just enough to keep things exciting. Andrew can have issues with Katrina’s death all he wants when at the end of the day he can still make him his bitch. It’s perfect.
Warren pins Andrew’s hand behind his back and slips the other hand beneath him and starts jerking his cock. His least favorite part of these encounters but who would be loyal to someone who doesn’t get them off? At first he didn’t but Andrew got so damn fussy.
Warren starts fucking him harder and closes his eyes and relishes it. It’s easier with closed eyes anyways.
“Oh please, Warren,” Andrew utters.
“’Please’ what? What do you want, sweetness?”
At first Warren was against pet names for him, but finds them a lot easier to get down when his dick is wet.
Andrew throws it back more desperately than before. “I wanna come so bad.”
Warren slides his thumb over the head of Andrew’s dick. He’s leaking greatly. An interesting thing, the prostate, and from what Andrew describes it sounds intense. Warren will still never take anything in his ass though, period.
”That’s for pretty girls like you,” Warren said to Andrew once when they discussed it.
“Come for me like a good girl and I’ll come on your face,” Warren says.
Andrew gives a tiny smile. After a minute, he says, “A—almost.” And his voice when he approaches orgasm always sounds like he’s crying.
Such a girl.
Andrew comes in a long groan and stills with a shudder.
“Good girl,” Warren says, feeling himself grow near as well. He promptly pulls out. “Turn over.”
Andrew complies and lies on his back. His dick still drips cum. Warren fervently pumps his dick as he approaches climax. Andrew shuts his eyes which is much better than April’s glitch where she would keep her eyes open and cum would sit on her eyeball. Creepy.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” Warren exclaims as he paints Andrew’s face in a rope of cum, splashing from his forehead and down his neck. He starts grinning before he’s even done coming. Because he loves this and like his dick doesn’t care about the chromosomes of what it’s inside it also doesn’t care about what it comes on either.
Warren laughs as Andrew opens his eyes. Andrew smiles lowly and reaches for Warren’s fingertips. Warren pairs Andrew’s firm grip with a loose one.
“Oh yeah,” Warren says. “I fucking own you.”