Atlas and John

[smith_john]

"Then I'm game," he replied, whispered against Atlas's cheek before he kissed him again.





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[atlas_wont_shrug]

"My core temperature isn't influenced by external-"

The droid paused, then silenced himself before choosing a better dialogue option.

"Okay," he said simply, moving to join him.

[smith_john]

John pulled him close, then half-rolled onto him. Propped on one elbow, he could bend his head down to kiss Atlas and he had one free hand to touch where he could reach.

"Good. Like this," he said. His hand trailed down, all the way to Atlas's cock. "...Like this?"

[atlas_wont_shrug]

"Oh- I... Yes, I enjoy the stimulation of touch," Atlas gasped, returning the action in kind.

[smith_john]

John took him in hand and stroked softly. Just enough to keep Atlas's full attention.

"We're going to need some lube," he said. "Eventually."

[atlas_wont_shrug]

"Would you like me to have some delivered to the flat, I can place an order now," Atlas offered, breath catching as he bucked into John's palm and his own fingers curled around the other man's cock.

[smith_john]

"Actually...I have some in my drawer," he replied, a bit sheepish. Just because he'd been honest about not pressuring Atlas didn't mean he was going to be unprepared if things moved forward, ever. Like, obviously, now.

[atlas_wont_shrug]

"Oh, I'm impressed by your ability to prepare for all scenarios," the droid said with a little gasp.

[smith_john]

"I like to think ahead," he admitted with a bit of a smile. John kissed Atlas again. Below the covers he brushed the man's hand away and started to scoot lower.

[atlas_wont_shrug]

Puzzled, Atlas let go.

"Where are you going? Are you cold? We should get a space heater, it is cooler in this room," the droid noted.

[smith_john]

John pressed a kiss to Atlas's chest, then his belly. He inched lower and lower until he could take his cock in hand and trace the shape of his lips with it.

[atlas_wont_shrug]

"...Oh, I see," Atlas gasped, eyes fluttering shut at the new sensation.

[smith_john]

John was quite slow and steady about it, but ultimately he took him into his mouth, sucking and bobbing just so he could hear how Atlas reacted.

[atlas_wont_shrug]

Atlas' breath hitched and he whimpered as his body reacted and his mind struggled to remain connected to the cloud.

"John," he gasped.

[smith_john]

He fumbled around until he found Atlas's hand and he guided it down to his hair. Atlas could feel how his jaw worked, could even guide the pace. John moaned around his mouthful and began to bob in earnest.

[atlas_wont_shrug]

Atlas was evaluating the way the other man moved, memorizing, wanting to copy it later.

"That- That's very enjoyable," he murmured.

[smith_john]

He pulled off and laughed softly.

"I'd hope so," he replied. "Reach in my drawer and get me the lube, would you?"

[atlas_wont_shrug]

Atlas complied, retrieving the small bottle and looking it over.

"May I ask when you bought this?" he asked.

[smith_john]

"After that first night," he answered softly. "I had high hopes that this might come to this."

[atlas_wont_shrug]

"I wish you'd said," Atlas said softly. "I wish I'd known."

[smith_john]

"I'll tell you next time," he promised. He clicked the tube open and slicked his fingers, then reached between Atlas's legs to tease and wet the tight hole.

[atlas_wont_shrug]

A protocol Atlas hadn't even known he had started up, and his body relaxed to accommodate John.

"Oh," he gasped softly. "That- That's very new."

[smith_john]

He slid a finger in entirely and then slowly fucked him with it.

"New is good?" he asked against Atlas's skin.

[atlas_wont_shrug]

"New is good," Atlas nodded, unsure of what he should be doing, but eventually settling on gently holding John's shoulders as he watched the other man.

[smith_john]

John moved a bit and hitched Atlas's legs onto his shoulders. He used a bit more lube and tried two fingers this time.

"You feel amazing," he purred.

[atlas_wont_shrug]

Atlas moved with him, gasping at the added digits. He didn't react like a human would though, there was no clenching, no tension, Atlas was trusting to a fault, allowing John full control over the pace and the action. He didn't know how to behave any other way.