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There is an awkward silence that hangs in the air as you stare down at the messy and broken items scattered haphazardly along the box that serves as the shop’s counter. Well, one could only call this a shop in the loosest sense of the term. It was more like a shabby hovel. A lean-to set up in the back alleys of the trash zone. Half buried under discarded advertisements, data, and other various abandoned things. You’re not even sure how the strange fellow watching you from behind the box even got the door behind you installed in the first place. The whole place feels like it might fall apart at the slightest jostle. Even stepping inside, you had heard an ominous creak from the ‘roof’ overhead. That had been followed by a clattering off to one side followed by the sound of someone scrambling to rush out to meet you.
It had taken you a moment to process what you were looking at when he first had dropped his ‘wares’ in front of you before looking up. On first glance, he looks like some sort of unnerving marionette. A puppet jaw that takes up most of his face with an unnatural grin. Red circles on the very corners of the grin that could have been painted for how bright they are. Segmented fingers tapping seemingly restlessly atop the carboard. A pointed nose that nearly looks like a heron’s beak for how far it juts out from his face. Slicked back black hair that was most definitely greasy. Large glasses with one pink and one yellow lens. There was a strange dichotomy between the caricature like appearance of his facial features and the clothes he had on. A shabby black jacket, worn turtleneck sweater, ‘white’ slacks that were grubby up to his knees, and boots that had a small heel on them. There at least seemed to be an attempt to still look like a businessman despite his surroundings and physical oddities.
“HEY THERE [1000th Customer!!] WELCOME TO THE SPAMTON G. SPAMTON [Storefront Site!]” His voice rattles out. An electronic warble to it. Not too different from many of the other denizens of cyber city, though it seemed to shift in pitch and tone on the last two words. Like he was briefly pulling on a different source for them. “HAVE I GOT A [Great Deal!] 4 YOU!” He says it rather excitedly, gesturing at the things in front of him. Even at first glance, it is clear that everything he has is something he fished out of the trash. Still, humoring him, you lean forward and peer at the objects. You did come in here after all. Even if it was just to see what the haphazardly painted signs and glitchy pop-ups outside were all about. It had been a strange thing to see wandering past the alleys. Most every other advertisement in the city was flashy, well put together. Yet here, among the forgotten refuse was a forlorn attempt to draw attention that, by the look of the place, does not succeed often.
As you look over a strange bottle labeled ‘S. POTION’, you are very aware of the way the ‘shopkeep’ is looking at you. Spamton, had he said it was? Intensely hopeful, clearly high strung over having someone actually come in, perhaps leaning in a little too close. There is something almost endearing about how expectant he seems. Even though it was likely most anyone that wandered in here would call it junk and walk back out, he still tried to put up a proper pitch for what he had. A sign of determination but also one of desperation too. The moment you reach out to touch one of the worn ends of what looks to have once a handsome bowtie, he straightens up “THAT ONE! GREAT [Defense] ONLY [99] [[32]] [882] KROMER!” As he speaks this time you spot little black boxes with the ‘price’ pop up scant inches from your nose. You blink, pulling back a little to look at them properly. They all vary wildly and change even as you look up at them.
That was odd. Was he even aware they were doing that? Likely not since at times you could apparently purchase it for barely anything at all. Perhaps he had a few bugs in his code. As you glance between the varying prices and the small puppet-like man looking up at you like you are a walking lunch ticket, you’re struck by how dismal this all seems. A guy clearly living in the trash by how he looked, desperately hoping you’ll choose a price for the only ‘merchandise’ he can get his hands on. Your brow furrows as you look from the prices to the back wall just behind him. Painted blue with a few clouds and a sun on it. A strange splash of brightness for the reality of the situation. Maybe he had needed something to distract himself from it. As you take it in, you become aware he is getting more fidgety at your silence. “WELL? [Hurry up and buy!]” He says, a slight desperate edge creeping into the tone. It’s pushy, but then again, it makes sense why he would be.
Before you get a chance to reply, he speaks up again. “NOT ENOUGH [Wacky stacks]? NOT SEEING [Your 0ne and only]?“ He looks around quickly. Gaze dragging over various pieces of junk on the floor. A strand of dried spaghetti code. The clapper of a bell. A dried paintbrush. “EVERYTHING HERE IS ON [Specil Sale!]” Gesturing broadly, he then looks back up at you, a bit of uncertainty crossing his face.
An idea pops into mind at that. “Everything?” You repeat. As he nods immediately you follow up quickly. “Even you?” It’s a teasing poke, but one meant to lighten the mood since you had been considering humoring him and trying to tap one of the changing prices. There was no need for him to be so wound up. There is something a little fun about the idea of seeing how he even would react to a lighthearted flirt too. As soon as you say it though, rather than an eyeroll or brushing It off as you might have expected, he freezes. Looking up at you with an expression that could only be described as wary. Then he furrows his brow, looking more like he was carefully considering something. Placing his hands on the cardboard box and digging the tips of his fingers into it. There is a slow exhale out and he clacks his teeth together. Had there been something offensive about it to him?
Before you can think of perhaps apologizing, he gives a very strained looking grin up at you. “HEARD ABOUT [Th1s Deal] HUH? THAT’S [Right on the money]! FOR THE [Fair price] OF [9.99] YOU CAN [Rock ‘em Sock ‘em] THIS [HonestMan].” His shoulders tense and he stands up straight. One of those price pop ups appears in front of him as he moves his hands to clutch at the front of his own jacket. The motion making him look unsure despite his stiff posture. “BREAKING THE [commemorative glasses] IS EXTRA.” He adds quickly. You stare.
Breaking the glasses? What does he- Oh. He’s expecting you to hit him. People pay to beat him up. Frequently enough that it’s his default assumption at what should have been a groan worthy pick up line. The realization feels like a slap to the face as you look down at him. There’s a tiny tremor that rolls along his shoulders, breaking the façade of nonchalance about the affair he seems to be trying to put up. You bite the tip of your tongue feeling a myriad of emotions at once. Sadness that he would just let you for a chance at a quick buck, anger at the idea that anyone would take him up on this, sympathy for the level of desperation he must be constantly in to feel he had to accept this treatment, and a wave of determination to prove you had no such intent. Though how to go about that was not immediately apparent.
Perhaps, you could show him a better time than what he is expecting. Considering the pop up for a moment, you wait for it to roll around to something that won’t immediately drain your entire wallet but also feels like it would be fair for what you intend to try. Once you tap it quickly after seeing a suitable number, it disappears. Followed by the faint sound of something vanishing. You can check your wallet in a little bit to see if it took the correct amount. The puppet seems to perk up for just a moment before wincing and screwing his eyes shut as you step closer. Every inch of his small frame braced as though expecting a car crash. There’s a painful twinge in your stomach just watching him. How far had others gone in hurting him? He might look and act a little strange but that hardly seemed a reason for it.
Stepping around the box, you kneel to be closer to him. Taking in his face for a moment. White as a sheet of paper, the red circles having faded with his expression being so drawn, a few scuff marks along his jaw. His brow furrows in confusion at the sound of your knee shifting along the dusty ground in front of him, though he doesn’t open his eyes. You reach up and gently press your palm to the side of a cheek. It’s cool under your touch. A little like porcelain. He jolts at the feeling before opening an eye to peek at your hand before closing it tight again as you slide it down along his jaw towards his neck. Another shudder rolls over his shoulders. Seeming to be fearful of the proximity to his throat. Maybe someone had grabbed him there before? Tsking softly, you lift your other hand to hold his face fully. Dragging your thumbs gently along his cheeks while rolling your fingers along the sides of his jaw.
A soft startled musical ping of a sound warbles up from his throat. Was that, an email notification noise? He snaps his eyes open, darting his gaze up at you before back and forth at your hands on his face. “AH-” He seems lost for words for a second. A stark contrast to how quickly he had been rattling off his attempts to sell before. He is still curling his fingers into the front of his jacket. “TRYING TO [Pic] WHERE TO START?” He asks uncertainly. “ANY [locale] FOR [a Bruisin’] IS F1NE” Still trying to make a pitch even when it would involve pain for him. He was persistent.
“I didn’t say I wanted to hit you, did I?” As you speak, you move your hands back. Brushing the tips of your fingers against his hair before curling them into it. Lightly scratching at the base of his scalp. It’s surprisingly soft. As you leaned in a bit closer your nose brushes against his since it sticks out like a flagpole and you snort. He seems to be struggling to process what turn this has taken and he reaches up to place his hands lightly on your forearms. Not tugging or pushing you away, just settling them there while it looks like gears are turning in his head.
“NO BUT YOU [Accept][ed] THE [[purchase request]]” He says, clacking his teeth once, clearly thinking hard. As you slide a middle finger along the nape of his neck, there’s a shift in his posture. He hunches his shoulders and clutches a little more firmly at you.
“To buy you, right?”. He tilts his head at that, looking even more confused as he nods. You let a hand move lower, poking a finger into the back of the neck of his sweater. Moving it in a small circle. There is a small almost imperceptible shiver under your touch and then it seems to hit him. Darting his gaze between your arms on either side of him and your face rapidly. Expression shifting to one of disbelief.
“YOU WANT-“ He gives a tiny sharp inhale as you nudge that hand further in, feeling the start of his upper back. There is a pause. Suddenly he laughs. A jittery shaky sound. “GOOD 0NE. THAT’S [Funny home videos]. PLANNING ON A [cheep] SHOT RIGHT?” He sounds accusatory, eyes narrowed, fingers curling into your sleeves, the pointed tips scraping against you a bit. You still your hands. That hard for him to believe it huh? He would even expect deception before any sort of soft treatment. Maybe he needed something more direct. The ever-exposed unnatural grin might make your first impulse less effective, but hopefully it would still get the point across. Angling your head to move around his nose, you lean in. His grip on you tightens just as you press your lips against his teeth. It’s a curious feeling. Like kissing a plane of glass somewhat, though you feel a surprised breath rush out against you.
“CAN7 [Trick or Treat] ME WITH- UH W W> W” He starts speaking but trips over his words as you press another kiss to the side of his jaw, then up along his cheek before returning to his teeth. Kissing more insistently and feeling him ever so hesitantly, part them. The tiniest sliver of trust in the idea that just maybe, this is your real aim. The moment he does, you push in closer. You’re not certain what to expect from it, but you open your lips to press your tongue between his teeth. Almost immediately you feel his tongue in turn. It’s long, a slick winding thing that curls a little against yours. Reflecting his uncertainty. It proves easy to pin. He tastes curious, metallic, and a little sweet. As you kiss him, you weave one hand into his hair and slide the other further into the sweater along the plating of his upper back. Spreading your hand, you feel a tiny thrill at the fact that your hand nearly spans the entire breadth of it with how small he is. You can feel his shoulder blades twitch under your touch. He gives a tiny muffled sound into the kiss before you pull back and look him over
There’s a smattering of pink across his nose and along his cheeks, and he’s breathing more heavily. From his expression it is clear he is still confused, but the initial suspicion has all but evaporated. “D > DIFFERENT [Goods & Services] THEN” He says, clearing his throat after a moment, seeming to try and play it off like it was just another sale. It falls about as flat as his attempt to pretend the looming threat of violence meant nothing. Looking down and to one side while absently flexing his fingers against your forearms. You rub your hand on his back in a slow circle and his eyelids flutter a moment before he gets redder. Considering things while he still seems to be thrown for a loop, you remember some of the places you passed by before coming here.
“There’s a hotel up the street, I think. We could go there.” You pause a moment. “Only if you want.” You add and he finally looks directly at you again quizzically.
“YOU ALREADY [Buy this now!] AND YOUR A5KING?” The suspicion is back, and he lets go of your arms. Peering at you like he’s trying hard to figure out your angle. You pull your hands around to his front and gently adjust the lapels of his shabby jacket.
“I want to show you a good time. Can’t do that if you’re not interested right?” You smile before standing up and he blinks rapidly. Tilting his head up to follow your movement. This close, you can really take in that he only stands about as tall as your thigh. “We can just call that payment for the kiss anyway.” You add, placing your hands on your hips. He squints before looking at the door as though expecting someone to burst in. When nothing happens, he turns his attention back to you. Clearly seeming to roll the situation over in his head while letting his gaze linger a while on your pockets. You might, have to keep an eye on your wallet.
“THINK YOU HAVE A [screw loose]” He says after a couple of seconds, rubbing his chin. “[Hotel services] TOO?” You nod. “F1NE. MIGHT [surcharge] YOU FOR ANY [funny buzines] THOUGH!” The allure of staying somewhere that isn’t in a pile of rubbish even temporarily seems to win out. You’re not sure he believes you fully yet but hopefully he’ll see you mean it. He’s cute despite the off-kilter appearance, and there’s something enticing about the way he had seemed to melt briefly with the temptation of a little gentle treatment. A want to latch onto that possibility bubbling up just under the prickly defensiveness.
“Shall we then?” As you speak you push the door open. There is a concerning creak that accompanies it, but the structure still holds fast. Stepping out into the night, you look up at the empty darkness that stretches overhead. The glow of the city lights only barely piercing into the black veil. Taking a few steps forward, you glance over your shoulder at the open door. It’s quiet. You wonder briefly if he had changed his mind but soon you see him step out. Smoothing back his hair and rolling his shoulders. It looks almost as if he’s preening a bit. Self-conscious about his looks? Giving an approving nod his way you then start walking. Out of the alley, under the frame of the roller coaster above, and up the street. Just behind you, the sound of his boots pattering against the sidewalk rapidly causes you to slow. He’s small, you have to remember. It’s easy to outpace him.
Looking back, you catch him peering up at you as he trots along with the most skeptical expression of the night so far. You have to hold back a snort as he quickly looks off to one side in some poor attempt to act like he wasn’t staring. It feels almost like you’re attempting to lure a stray cat back home. Carefully edging around a natural instinct to lash out and flee. A part of you wonders if anyone has ever tried to flirt with him so directly. He doesn’t act like it. “YOU [surefire] THIS PLACE WILL [Let me in!]?” He asks suddenly, cutting through the silence as you round the corner at the end of the street. Your brow furrows.
“Why wouldn’t they if I’m paying?” You reply, watching him from the corner of an eye. Just as you pause in front of the double glass doors of the hotel. The light from inside causing both your shadows to stretch onto the road. He crosses his arms, glancing at the hotel.
“[Bad for Business]” He responds. The words sound, bitter, lower. Like they weren’t his own? Did people around here kick him out of places that frequently? This was starting to get ridiculous. You look at the doors yourself.
“Look, if they try and kick us out, we just go somewhere else. I book a room alone, and we sneak you in somehow.” You pause, rubbing the back of your neck. “Guess that would be a lot of trouble for you-“ As you trail off, you notice he looks stunned. Holding his hands around chest height, staring up at you, before shaking his head as though to snap himself out of it. The idea of someone wanting to put in effort just to get him in somewhere seemed to have momentarily thrown him off again.
“LITTLE [breaking and entering charges]. SHOULD HAVE KNOWN SOMEONE AS [Crazy pills] AS YOU WOULD [Trial period] THAT.” Despite the words being insulting at face value, he is grinning. Looking almost giddy at the idea of potentially getting away with sneaking in somewhere. “WHAT’5 THE [Plan period]?” He asks, shifting from foot to foot restlessly. You give him a bemused look.
“Alright first, we’re just going to see if they even have a problem here. Come on.” You turn toward the doors and push one open. You caught his expression falling into one of disappointment as you turned. It even looked a bit like a pout. Looks like he has a thing for getting revenge for perceived slights that hadn’t even happened yet. Or had been done to him by someone else anyway. Still, even if he had been hoping for a grand plan, you hear him trot after you and into the lobby. It’s quiet at this hour. No one is on the sofas around a shabby rug nearby. The only employee in sight is a plugboy who looks half asleep at the front desk. Walking up to them, you wave a little and they stir.
“Evening, welcome to the File inn. Do you need a room?” They repeat the words tiredly, barely looking at you. That might be for the best. You’re aware of Spamton right by your leg and that seems to be to your advantage if his presence would be a problem. He is shorter than the counter and so might not even be noticed if you do this quickly enough. Leaning forward over the counter to make yourself more the center of attention, you nod.
“Yes please, just for tonight.” You pull out your wallet, strikingly still present despite you having neglected to pay proper attention to it. The plugboy nods, yawning. Taking your card as you hand it to them, they lazily swipe through the tiny terminal next to them and tap a button before swiping the card. They then swivel around in the chair and yank a key off a hook on the wall behind them before turning back to you. Hopefully this wasn’t one of those ones that exploded the doors open. As you take it, you’re dimly aware that Spamton has pressed himself closer to the counter and ducked down slightly. Even more difficult to see unless they leaned over the counter further. You are quick to prevent that possibility by meeting them halfway when they also hand your card. Seems he had picked up on the idea of staying out of sight without so much as a signal. As you tuck your card away and then sign a piece of paper agreeing to a small credit hold, you brush your leg against him gently. You feel him tense before relaxing and then you feel a tiny tap against your knee. Did he just, pat you? A complete miss of your intent there. Like he thought you were just checking in. It is a struggle to keep your face straight.
“Room 104, just down the hall.” The plug boy finally drones out, gesturing lazily to one side of the lobby before leaning back in their chair once again. Snagging a magazine off the counter and opening it. Perfect. You wait a second until they seem truly preoccupied and then start walking. Sticking as close to the counter as possible before walking over to the hallway they had motioned towards. Once you get there, you turn to watch him skitter from his crouched position, across the lobby and to the hall as well. Ducking behind the wall. You swiftly look at the plugboy. Not so much as a head turn.
“I think we’re good” You say quietly as you continue and he nods, though he still looks back over his shoulder restlessly. Fortunately, the room is not far and you soon stop in front of it. The key is also thankfully, not one that proves to explode as you put it in the lock. Once you open it and step inside, you take it in for a moment. Thick dark blue shaggy carpet is what you notice first. A little tacky perhaps but it does feel soft and it looks like they had vacuumed it recently. There is a single double bed with a matching blue floor lamp and wide nightstand next to it. An armchair in one corner that looks a little worn down. Next to that, a mini fridge that is giving off a low hum. An open door just off to the right led to a small bathroom that even looks like it has a combined shower and bathtub. All in all, not a bad room, even if it smells faintly like cigarette smoke. At least it isn’t overpowering. You step in and then look back to find Spamton still standing in the hall.
Glancing back and forth before very cautiously stepping forward into the room. You decide to back off to allow him some space, moving closer to the bed. Actually, maybe that would be the easiest way to show he can leave at any time. You sit down on the bed with a small ‘hup’, resting your hands on either side of you along the soft quilt atop it. No threat of you cornering him or closing the door suddenly. That seems to work. His shoulders visibly relax and he nudges the door closed behind him with an elbow. There is a brief awkward silence, and he flexes his hands while standing there. You decide to speak up. “We can get comfortable first, or-” You take in his rather impressively stained clothes. “Heck, you can take a shower or bath first if you want, they have a tub in there” You point at the bathroom with a thumb. He darts his gaze over, looking almost startled at the notion.
“[Real] DEAL? WHAT, Y0UR JUST GONNA [Wait and see!]?” He asks, though he is already edging towards the bathroom. A little quicker to drop the suspicion the more honest you prove yourself. It’s nice to see. You nod, lifting your knee up and resting an elbow on it. Putting your chin in your hand.
“Sure, I can be patient.” You look over and notice there’s a fuzzy blue bathrobe hanging up by the tub as well. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you in that either.” You add. It would be oversized on him but, well, taking note of his smallness was far from a turn-off at this point. He glances where you’re looking and, to your delight, gains a tinge of pink to his features.
“REAL [odd one out]” He mutters though you do catch it. Rather than confirming he would, he gives you one last cynical glance before practically scurrying over to the bathroom and shutting the door swiftly. You lean forward to watch his shadow under the door before hearing the water turn on. It must have been a while since he had this sort of opportunity with how eager he was to take you up on it. Even with all his built-up mistrust. You hope you can chip away at it a little further. You’re curious what he looks like under the messy and worn clothes. And if he was that easily swept up by a kiss who knows how he might react to a lot more all-encompassing attention. The idea has you tapping your thumb against your jaw. There was the fact that he had tasted sweet too that was making you hope he would let you touch him again. A curious metallic tang like pennies under something more saccharine like a slightly off-brand gumball. Shaking your head, you decide you should kill a little time while he’s in there.
Moving over to the end of the bed, you lean down and forward to tug open the mini fridge. Inside there are a few cyber-colas and strangely, an unopened bag of micros chisps. You’re pretty sure those don’t need to be refrigerated. Tugging the bag out along with a cola, you open both before getting comfortable on the bed. Crossing your legs and listening absently to the sounds coming from the bathroom. You can catch the sounds of frenetic splashing. He might have been giving himself a really good scrub down. There was probably a lot to clean if he had been living like that for a while. Eventually though, the water is shut off and you hear him clamber out of the tub. Setting the soda and the snack you had gotten halfway through on the nightstand; you move to sit on the edge of the bed. Watching the bathroom door. It clicks open and you are met with the sight of him, hair a bit mussed but still mostly slicked back. Glasses slipped down on his nose with a few drops of water clinging to them. He is indeed in that bathrobe. It sags around his shoulders, allowing you a glimpse of his neckline. More, somewhat ceramic looking plating there that now has a glossy look to it after clearly getting a good clean. You wonder if his entire body has the same feel to it as his face.
The puppet steps out into the room, robe dragging along the floor behind him. He glances up at you on the bed and flares his arms out. You can’t even see his hands, they’re swallowed by the sleeves of the robe. “WELL? [Everything you want and more]?” There is still an air of incredulity to his statement, though a lot of that earlier edge to his voice is gone. The bath must have done a world of good for his stress levels. Smiling a little more broadly, you nod.
“You bet. You look good.” You say earnestly, mostly having moved past the strangeness of his features by that point. Whatever else others might have thought, he was cute in the robe that he was pretty much drowning in. Spamton blinks before dragging his hand through his hair and placing one hand on his hip. The motion looks a little comical in all that fabric. “Come on up?” You add, patting the spot next to you on the bed.
He shuffles over to the bed and then places his hands on it to yank himself up. It’s a bit of a struggle but you don’t touch him. You very strongly get the feeling he wouldn’t want to be treated like he can’t do things on his own. As he settles in the practical pile of a robe next to you, he starts talking somewhat rapid fire.
“KNOW YOU [Spell it out!] ALREADY BUT YOUR GONNA BE [disappointed review]. NO [specil features] HERE JUST AN [expiration date] FREAK SHOW. NOT A GOOD [one night offer].” He clacks his teeth, twisting his hands into the robe sleeves. Looking down pointedly. Turning to face him properly, you reach up to place a hand on his cheek. There is a wince, but he doesn’t pull away.
“I’d like to decide that for myself.” You rub your thumb in a small circle. He lifts a hand, shaking it a little so it is freed from the end of the sleeve before resting it on your forearm, much like before. Sliding your hand down then along his jaw, you inch closer. “And, if you think I’m not serious, or you don’t want me to keep going, then you can tell me any time.” You lightly bonk your nose against his. He stares back at you. You can see his breathing pick up. Chest under the robe raising and lowering more rapidly. He visibly swallows, a flush creeping down his nose before averting his gaze, curling his fingers along your arm. “Sound like a good deal? It’s on a special sale just for tonight.” You say brightly.
That breaks the tension and he laughs. “USING MY [Tried and true] PITCH AGAINST ME.” He huffs out, though he seems amused still before pausing. Taking a deeper breath in, he nods. “FINE. [Deal].” The moment the words are out, you lean in and press a kiss against his teeth once again. There is a soft ping noise he gives in response and this time he moves his head forward. Leaning into it. It isn’t long before he parts his teeth and you readily push your tongue back in. The first thing you notice is he tastes a bit sweeter than before. Maybe it was related to the bath or even to him just being more relaxed. He is more active in returning your motions too. Clumsily pressing his tongue up against yours before giving a shaky breath through his nose as you pin it down and slide your tongue along it. Rather than keep your hands idle, you slide the one from his face down to his jaw. Pressing your thumb against the exposed doll-like joint of it.
At that, he gives a tiny gasp. Oh? Was it sensitive? Curious, you rub a circle there and there is a softer noise in response in the back of his throat. You feel warmth gather in the pit of your stomach at it and you angle your head more to one side. Sliding your tongue along his then, you try to coax it up and out between his teeth. Its length becoming apparent as it follows and you’re able to draw it into your mouth, sucking on it briefly. The sweet taste causing your mouth to water as you do. Kissing him more heavily, massaging that spot on his jaw, you eventually feel something wet pool at the top of your thumb. Pulling back and breaking the kiss finally, you see that it’s drool. With the ever-present puppet grin it seems he can’t exactly stop it from dripping through his teeth. That only pulls your attention for a second though, because what he looks like now is so much more captivating.
Red faced, a tremor rolling over his shoulders, breathing heavily, mouth agape, tongue still partly over his lower teeth, eyes half lidded, he looks almost dazed. Biting your lower lip, you slide your thumb up from that joint to his parted teeth, cradling his chin with the rest of your fingers while placing your other hand on his cheek. You slide your thumb against his tongue. It’s black, dripping, looking more like a tendril than an ordinary tongue and it winds against your thumb before he seems to snap out of his brief reverie, turning an almost feverish shade of scarlet. “AH-” He gives a short noise before pulling his tongue back into his mouth and reaching up to try and rub away the drool rolling over his lower jaw with the robe. “NOT, B > B [Ad]” He says, looking very stubbornly to one side.
You hold back a laugh. It’s endearing how he’s trying to pretend he’s unaffected while he’s still catching his breath. Nodding with a hum, you move your hands down. Placing them on either side of his neckline where that robe is barely clinging on. You grab at the soft fabric and he stiffens abruptly. You pause, tilting your head. Before you can ask if you can continue, he abruptly nods, screwing his eyes shut. Truly convinced his own body is going to be that much of a turn off. Furrowing your brow, you gingerly slide the robe down over his shoulders. With how loose it is, it falls down as soon as you do. Pooling around his waist and letting you see his full chest. It’s, well it’s hardly anything hideous. Hard white plating with tiny gaps between them make up the shape of his upper torso. There is a panel right above where a heart would be. A few dents and scuffs here and there. Evidence of the rough treatment he had seemed to expect. A line straight down the middle of his chest that you swear you can see a faint glow through. You gently place your palm on the right side of his chest and slide it down.
It's hard, and just as cool as his face. Though you notice at the end of that center line, near the base of his sternum, the paneling seems to give way to a surface that looks different. Less glossy. His breath hitches as you move your hand towards it and you glance up to find him peeking at you with one eye open. Looking a tiny bit quizzical. Likely at the fact you are still touching him instead of immediately calling things off. “Are you always this cold?” You ask absently. Your fingers seeking out the spot you had noticed as you do. The start of his upper stomach. With a little pressure, you find that it’s soft. Feeling like something akin to silicone. Seems he wasn’t all rough edges. That question causes him to blink and as he nods, you lean in closer. “It’s nice” You say and he inhales sharply. It’s not an overt statement that you’re fine with his body, but the meaning is clear enough. Placing one hand on his side then, you slide it down and into the robe until you find the joint of his hip by feel. Clear and obvious, much like the one on his jaw. Gripping it, you then bring your other hand back up to his face and kiss him again.
This time there is an eagerness on his part to open his mouth for you. Letting his jaw go slack so you can twine your tongues back together. Humming, you keep kissing him while exploring with your other hand on his hip. Sliding it in towards his groin. He reaches to grab onto the arm of your hand still on his face as you do, breathing ever faster. You can feel the breaths rushing out against your face through his nose. Despite his sudden cling, he is still pressing his tongue eagerly against yours with a fervor that almost feels greedy. Like a dam broke the moment he fully believed someone really wanted to touch him like this. You creep your fingers in further. Sliding them over the softness of his lower stomach and then jolting slightly as they meet something you weren’t quite expecting. Slick, writhing, it almost feels like you’re touching the winding tentacle of a sea creature.
Breaking the kiss once again, you press the back of your fingers along the thing. There is a faint steady throb you can feel as it drips something silky and wet over your hand. There’s no mistaking it even with such an unexpected form. This is his cock. Even touching it a little seems to have worked him up because he gives a groan as you move to wrap your fingers around it. An excited thrill rushes down your spine as it arches up against your palm. Seeming eager for the contact. You slide your hand to the base and then stroke it all the way to the tip, feeling how pliable and soft it is under your grip. He’s clutching at you more tightly now, tucking his nose along your arm, shaking and giving a warbling glitched moan that he tries to bite back with little success.
Though it’s erotic not being able to see it under the folds of the robe, you want to watch as it curls eagerly against you. Letting it go, and watching him try and catch his breath, looking at you with one eye barely open, you stroke his cheek before getting an idea. “Let’s give you a little more attention hm?” He barely has time to process that, raising a brow before you scoop him up out of the robe and settle him on your lap. His back and head tucked up against your torso.
“H H > HEY EASY ON THE [merch] Y- OH” He very quickly clacks his teeth shut as you wrap one arm around his waist and settle your other hand on his thigh, very close to the tentacle of a dick that’s fully out in the open. From this angle, it’s easy to look down at all of him. A small, segmented body, mostly hard, puppet-like legs and arms, but a softer belly. Rear too, by the feel of how he sits on your lap. Then, in between his legs, a black curling snake of a dick. Nudging your hand in closer to it once more from his thigh, you bite your lower lip as it moves towards you to try and immediately make contact again. His body seems so eager. Leaning over him, you let your fingers slide along the side of his cock again while nuzzling into his hair. The greasiness from before is gone. It seems he washed it well. Instead, it’s soft, and smells a bit floral due to whatever shampoo they had in the bathroom.
He barely seems to notice you nosing into his hair. His attention is fully fixed on your hand as you wrap it around the base of the tentacle. Squeezing gently and the tendril twitches in response before winding in on itself to nudge against your hand. You feel him twitch hard under the arm you have wrapped around his waist as you start to lazily pump his cock from the base up to its narrow tip. It drips like a faucet. Soon almost soaking your hand in a black shimmery fluid. He droops back against you, grabbing at your arm on him like a lifeline while closing his eyes tightly. It seems he’s a little overwhelmed. How long had it been since anyone had touched him like this? It must have been a while. He looks like he’s practically boneless in your lap aside from hanging onto you. “That’s it, just relax” You say softly by his head, gliding your fingers along his cock languidly. You can see him turn redder.
On the next downward stroke, you feel your fingers nudge against something near the base at the front of the cock. Intrigued, you feel it out and there is a sudden rush of giddiness as you do. A slit, with sinfully soft black folds about it. You slide your middle finger along it and it too, has a very distinct feel. He has a pussy. One that twitches as you circle it slowly and you hear a soft clack of a sound. Angling your head to the side, you can see he’s placed his hand over his teeth, like he’s unsure what to do with himself as you tease him. Still watching your hand and how it’s feeling him up. The tentacle dick winds around your wrist suddenly while you rub the outside of his cunt, like it’s trying to get you to keep going. You do. Pressing your middle finger inside him slowly while keeping a close eye on his face to gauge his reaction. He closes his eyes tightly, giving a choked needy sound and he spreads his thighs further. You watch, fixated, pressing your finger in and out slowly. It's causing you to breathe more heavily just feeling how easy it is to push into him.
Nudging in a second finger goes as smoothly as the first and he arches his back briefly against you. It feels almost like silk inside him, the walls of his cunt twitching around your middle and ring finger and tightening each time you push in up to your last knuckle like it’s trying to draw you deeper. With the third finger, he brings both his hands up to his face, biting at one of his knuckles. A stuttering gasp falls from him as you spread your fingers experimentally and he still opens up further for you. You wonder how much he’ll be able to take- Pressing a kiss to his temple, he leans into it, seeming lost in the progressively intensifying finger fucking. You can feel slick fluid drip out between your fingers and over your palm every time you pull out. His stomach quivers under your arm on his midriff, and his thighs twitch with every thrust back in. Soon, you tease a fourth finger at the slit and his entire body tenses, tendril squeezing your wrist firmly and tugging. Trying to get it in. Honest little thing wasn’t it?
“Cute-” The word slips out even as you nudge your pinky inside him. All four fingers pushing in with an obscene sounding ‘schlick’ due to how wet he was. He moans, dragging his hands over his own face shakily, bucking his hips into the thrust of your fingers. As you push them in deep, you realize that you can see the bulge of them on his lower belly. You crook them to watch it move before beginning to set up a steady pace. Again and again, hitting a spot inside him that has his entire body jerking. There’s a glitch in his form, pixels refracting off him before falling back into place, but he barely seems to pay it any mind. Still rolling his hips. After a few more moments, you slow down and he jerks at it, grabbing at your arm again.
“WHY THE [Slow] SL [Slow zone ahead]?” He pants out, shaking his head, trying to somehow bring himself back down.
“You’re so wet. It’s almost like you want all five-“ You reply, crooking your fingers inside him and listening to him make a sound very close to a squeak. He doesn’t respond, but you can feel him shaking under your hold and his face is beet red. Turning his head, he tucks his nose into the crook of your arm and, rocks his hips up. A silent request to keep going. Or more like a plea with how wrapped up in the moment he is. You pull your fingers almost all the way out and then push them in hard and he cries out. All attempts at stifling his own sounds thrown out of the window as you stretch his pussy around your hand. At times getting so deep that it’s past the last knuckles up to the middle of your palm. You’re not sure the thumb will actually fit, so you settle for giving it to him harder. Tears well up behind his glasses as he starts to breathe sharp and shallow and he curls his hands tight against your arm.
“IM I-I I IM – [Plz cl1ck] DON’T [[St S t stop sign]]” He stutters out, words glitching and sounding almost garbled as you keep going. Finally he crests. Spasming, the tendril around your wrist throbbing as he climaxes. Spilling thick black all over your forearm. His cunt tightens around your fingers and you feel a rush of fluid out over your palm and down onto your lap. He then goes completely slack, letting his head droop back and you feel his nose brush against your chin. You slowly still your hand, listening to his frantic breathing begin to calm. His hands now resting softly atop your arm. As you pull your fingers out, he has one last little twitch followed by another one of those email pings. Looking down at him, he’s a mess, covered in his own fluids, strands of hair in his eyes, glasses askew, but he also looks like he’s on cloud nine. Eyes closed, tongue lolling from his mouth, face now a pleasant pink hue as it fades from the bright scarlet.
Your head tilts as you watch his breathing deepen and his head tilt to the side. Limp as a dead fish against your chest. Had he fallen asleep? You raise your arm up and down and watch as one of his hands slips off without so much as an attempt to lower it normally. It seemed so. One of your brows quirks upwards. Well, it makes sense he would be easily worn out if that was the first time in a long while. You’re still pretty worked up after that but, well you had said this was about showing him a good time. It looked very much as though you’ve succeeded. Besides, you could take care of yourself. Especially with the visual you still had on display. Completely undone just by you cradling him in your lap and shoving your hand inside him. Relaxed enough to be vulnerable and rest. Hopefully when he wakes up later he’ll still be comfortable.
The first thing you have to figure out is how to get him off without waking him up though.
He looks a little too cute to disturb.