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If, during an interview, Thomas should be asked his favorite feeling in the world (this specific question has not yet been asked, but he has his answer prepared just in case) he would proudly say the feeling of making music with his partner and best friend at his side, sharing the melody with his favorite person (robot). This is the truth, however a very close contender (which he would not be sharing with the public) is the feeling he gets when making a different kind of music, his partner the instrument. His fondest memories were formed in the dark, unfamiliar spaces of various concert venues, some quiet hallway or closet where staff and crew were less likely to stumble upon them as Thomas took advantage of Guy-Manuel's post-performance energy, working him into a frenzy with their bodies held tightly together as the pad of Thomas' tactile finger pets the soft patch of rubber at the front of Guy's pelvic girdle, applying pressure just where and when he knew it was needed.
Tonight, however, when Guy stops his reaching hand, first gently redirecting him by the wrist, then intertwining their fingers together, and (a little shyly) suggesting that there is something he wants to try, Thomas prepares himself to welcome a new favorite feeling onto the list.
A hastened trip back to their hotel room finds them entangled together over white hotel sheets, clothes discarded haphazardly over the floor, Thomas' gaze fixated above him on the flashing of Guy's LEDs as he grinds their hips together. The sound of metal gently scraping against metal fills the room, accompanied by garbled, digital whimpers neither of them can stifle. Guy holds himself upright, keeps his movements steady by grounding himself with a hand on Thomas' abdomen beneath him, the other grasping on to Thomas' knee to keep one leg bent and open as he rubs the rubber pads of their groins against each other. One of Thomas' hands scrabbles for purchase over Guy's thigh as the robot above him increases the speed of his movements, then tightens his grip at the sensation when Guy positions them just right to push together the firm nubs that hide beneath the rubber, the small difference between their textures creating a friction that drives them both to desperation.
That raw feeling of their most sensitive components making contact, coupled with the intimacy of their shared heat as their inner fans struggle to keep up, and the sounds of Thomas' lover enjoying himself on top of him, overwhelms him until he is soon hurtling too rapidly towards his end. He reaches up to carefully thread his fingers through the wires at the nape of Guy's neck, just under the seam at the back of his visor, eliciting a whine from within the golden robot's chest that tells Thomas they are both equally close. Thomas pulls Guy's face down to meet his own, their screens lighting up in erratic patterns as their mechanical bodies jerk and tremble together. One more harsh thrust of Guy's hips sends them both shuddering into a reboot, and Thomas is lost to reality until his systems come back online minutes later.
He reactivates slowly, getting his bearings to find Guy still out of commission, their legs tangled together. Thomas musters enough energy to plug both of them in to charge overnight, trying his best not to disturb his partner as he moves, however unnecessary given Guy's current state. He settles back into bed carefully, cradling his partner's body against his own again, and taking a few last seconds to listen to the soft hum of Guy's internal systems before shutting peacefully back down into rest mode.