Chapter Text
Never give it up
Oh my life
It’s a Saturday morning when Changmin receives the human-sized box. Still in his white pyjamas and toothbrush in his mouth he opens the door to a postal droid, who rolls in and deposits its burden in the living room. Changmin scans the ID chip in his wrist against the droid’s scanner and it leaves with a metallic whir.
Changmin circles the large white box for a moment, hesitant, afraid; he hardly notices Mangdoong’s stilted walk into the room. “What is that?” Mangdoong asks in her strange, metallic voice.
Changmin glances down at her, then back at the label on the box: SM Electronics. “It’s a package from work,” Changmin starts, vague. He shakes himself a little and pulls the brush from his mouth. “It’s an android. You know, like you, only human.” He looks down at his robo-dog to see if the information computes.
The slight change in his pet’s expression conveys that she thinks Changmin is dim. Of course Mandoong knows what an android is. “Is it going to live with us?”
Changmin’s fingers hover over the button that dismantles the box. He nods.
One week ago Changmin had been chosen along with five other SM employees to be test subjects for a new line of love-droid. The company had decided on two heterosexuals (Kyuhyun and Seohyun) two homosexuals (Changmin and Amber) and a pansexual and an asexual (Siwon and Taeyeon, respectively) to take home the prototypes for the next generation of android. “An android that can love,” Sooman had said, wrinkles crinkling at the corner of his eyes as he surveyed the six of them sitting at the boardroom table. “If you will look at the most recent program on your tablets you will see that your droid is completely customisable – ah, except Siwon – “ Sooman added as Changmin opened the program with a touch of his finger to the screen, “- I want you to specifically test out the hermaphrodite prototype.”
Changmin browsed through the options, thrill shooting up his spine at the thought of a real brand new top-of-the-line lover-droid all to himself, paid for by the company no less. With graceful touches of a fingertip he chose a male, about the same height as himself, default settings for physic with a touch of softness on the chest and belly, clean-cut hair style, large hands, beauty spot somewhere on the face would be nice –
Kyuhyun nudged him with his elbow. “How lucky are we?” he whispered. “I’m going to make her so hot.” He sucked in a breath through his teeth, eyes going a little glassy before he snapped out of it and smirked at Changmin. “Resizable genitals,” Kyuhyun added conspiratorially. He jiggled his eyebrows. “That was my idea.”
“I was project manager for the sex programs, you know,” Siwon butted in. Sooman had moved on to discuss something seemingly heated with the women. “These new droids? A thousand percent more upgraded from the last model. And that doesn’t include the third phase.”
“I do know, I manage your timesheets,” said Changmin. He leaned forward over the table. “Third phase?” he queried. Unlike Kyuhyun and Siwon, Changmin was not in the software engineering department, but accounts.
Siwon widened his eyes. “You’ll see.”
There was sudden silence throughout the room. Changmin looked down the long table to see Sooman’s eyes shuttered while the women stared at him as if waiting for an answer.
A moment, then Amber said, “It’s an ethical question, isn’t it.”
“What’s going on?” Siwon asked.
Sooman shook himself, then smiled politely, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I was just informing your colleagues of the androids’ most unique function: the ability to love.
“Till now SM have made all kinds of android, including lover models for purposes of sexual satisfaction. But this android, once it imprints the client into its program, will be in love with said client for the rest of its days. And Amber asked – “ He raised his eyebrows at her.
“Can a human love an android back?” she repeated.
Siwon relaxed back in his seat. “Of course.”
She looked surprised. But it was Kyuhyun who said, “Perhaps it’s not a question of can... but rather a question of should.”
*
The man’s eyes are closed and skin shiny and white, but still his face is handsome and pretty: dark lashes fanning over his cheeks, perfect nose, pouty mouth and beauty spot above it and to the right just as Changmin had specified. Changmin swallows before exhaling shakily.
Tucked into the man’s plain shirt is a red folder. Changmin pulls it out and examines the contents.
“Instructions,” Changmin tells Mandoong quietly. The dog gives a stilted, metallic nod. Changmin reads them aloud: “Phase zero: basic operating system with ethical laws, minimal speech.” He flicks his eyes up at the android. “Hello,” he says to it, then clears his throat. “Hello, my name is Changmin.”
He gets a shock when the android’s eyes fly open, blinking several times before focusing on Changmin’s. His gaze is sharp yet a blank. “Hello Changmin,” says the android, his voice strangely deep yet at the same time high, tone flat. “My name is Yunho.”
“Yunho,” Changmin repeats, letting himself get used to the name. He clears his throat again and lifts up the instructions to read further. “Phase one: housekeeper program. Can be reversed to phase zero at any time. Hold side of androids neck...” He trails off and does as the instructions say, lifting a shaky hand to Yunho. The android’s skin is cold but his smile is warm and trusting.
Changmin haltingly repeats the series of words on the instruction sheet, eyes flicking from the written words to Yunho’s eyes. “Gamma. Yunho. Space. Fringed. Carrot. Lyrical. Game. Changmin.”
Yunho blinks several times, then slowly tilts his head, looking at Changmin inquiringly. “What would you like me to do today, master?”
Changmin bites his lip. “Do you have to call me master? Can you call me Changmin instead?”
Yunho nods slowly. “If that is what Changmin prefers.”
“I do.” He looks around the living room, at the white modern furniture and immaculate cleanliness. “I’m not sure if I need you to do anything. Um. I’ve already had breakfast, so...”
Yunho continues to stare at him in that irksome way. “Then may I suggest I familiarise myself with your home and sync my program to your appliances?”
Changmin blinks. “Right yeah. You – you sync yourself, then.” Yunho bows a little, detaches himself from the rest of the box, picks it up and walks away with it.
“Um, Yunho-yah?” Changmin calls. Yunho stops and looks over his shoulder. “I usually keep those in the pantry. They come in handy sometimes.”
Yunho’s lips curl upwards a little more. “Changmin understands the importance of item re-use.”
Changmin doesn’t know what to say to that, so he pulls and incredulous face instead as Yunho turns and heads for the kitchen.
*
Activation key: beta, [android name], time, accepted, lettuce, proposing, head, [your name]
Phase Three: love program. Warning: be absolutely sure you want this program activated before initiating it. Cannot be reduced to previous phases, cannot be returned to vendor for money back, cannot be resold. Can only be returned to vendor for destruction.
Activation key: alpha, [android name], continuum, instigated, tomato, artifice, rumour, [your name]
*
“I take it we’re not going out tonight?” says Changmin. “What are you doing?”
Kyuhyun chuckles. “What, or who, my friend. I activated Victoria a couple of hours ago. She is amazing; just finished our second round. So no, I’m staying in tonight, all night.”
Changmin’s mouth twists, a little jealousy settling in. “You activated phase two?” he asks.
“You haven’t?” says Kyuhyun. “Have you even opened the box?”
“Yeah, of course,” says Changmin with a little laugh. “He’s in the kitchen right now cooking my dinner.” He sniffs the air. “Smells good.”
“Mmm, I’m a little hungry myself – “
“Master is hungry?” Changmin hears a female voice through the phone. “If master permits I will make him a snack.”
“Ok,” Kyuhyun says to her before adding to Changmin in a conspiratorial whisper, “She just walked out of the room butt naked to make me a snack! Her ass is so beautiful and round bounces when she walks.” He sighs in happiness over the end of the line.
Changmin picks at the seam of his house pants. “Aren’t you afraid to go to phase three?”
A pause, then, “I don’t know if ‘afraid’ is the right word. But take it from me man, you do not want to go to phase three. That is a lifetime commitment. I should know, I read the program that went into that phase. The android imprints themselves onto you and vice versa, claims you as its mate for life. I don’t see the point myself, but apparently there is a demand for this kind of thing...” He sighs. “Not for you and me. Phase two, however...” He laughs. “Fucking do it man, what’s stopping you? The company gave you a great gift, take advantage.”
“Yeah,” says Changmin, “maybe – maybe I will – “
“Changmin-ah!” Yunho calls pleasantly from the dining room. “Dinner is ready!”
“Go to go,” says Changmin.
“Do you like him?” Kyuhyun asks quickly.
“P-pardon?”
“It’s just, you sound so... hesitant today. You know if we were going out tonight you’d be pulling men left, right and centre.”
“But they’re people aren’t they.” Kyuhyun makes a confused noise over the line, so Changmin elaborates, “they’re one night stands. Yunho is... to keep.”
“Huh.”
“What?”
“Well it’s just. You know. I would have thought you’d say something along the lines of, ‘he’s a robot, and having sex with robots isn’t right.’”
Changmin must be hungry because he’s getting impatient. “If you thought that, why did you ask? Besides, you know I’m not droidphobic.”
“I know, that is why I’m asking. Whatever, enjoy!” A click and a beep signalling the end of a call. Changmin goes to the dining room to find Yunho placing plates on the table.
He straightens from his task then goes to pull out a chair. “Changmin-ah! Please have a seat.”
Changmin flicks his fringe out his eyes as he settles in, Yunho pushing his chair in for him. Yunho clasps his hands in front of himself. “If it pleases Changmin, we can dine together.”
“Yes that’s fine,” he replies, and Yunho sits in the seat across from him. Changmin’s meal is salmon steak with cous cous and vegetables, and a glass of red wine, while Yunho’s meal appears to be a blue jelly, a clear jelly, custard and a strange blue drink. “What do androids eat?” asks Changmin as Yunho delicately spoons up some of the jelly. “I recognise that one,” he adds, pointing to the spoon full of blue Yunho is about to put in his mouth. “I feed it to Mandoong once a month.”
Yunho suddenly grins at him, teeth bright and eyes alight, and Changmin blushes at the adorableness of it. “This is engine lubricant,” answers Yunho. “I can feed Mandoong for you from now on.” He points to the green drink. “Coolant for my cooling system.” Then the clear jelly. “Water-based lubricant.” Then the custard. “Sweetened milk concentrate. You may try these two if you like; they are edible for humans.”
Tempted, Changmin fiddles with his fork. “Maybe for dessert.” He dives into his meal, cutting his steak into small pieces and delicately popping them into his mouth. Then makes a small sound of appreciation at the burst of flavours and textures on his tongue.
Yunho smiles at him. “Do you like it? I have four hundred recipes stored in my memory and can update it at any time.”
“Ah yes, I know,” says Changmin, after swallowing. “I manage the account with the company who provides them.”
Yunho blinks at him, then tilts his head a little in question.
“I work for the company that made you,” Changmin elaborates.
Another blink.
“You were born at a place, and I work in Accounts Payable there.” He fiddles with his fork.
Yunho’s smile softens into gratefulness. “Changmin helped with my birth.”
“I – “ Changmin’s mouth twists. “Yes, something like that.” He looks down at his dinner and prepares another bite onto his fork.
As he chews he watches his new mechanical housemate, the beauty of his small smile and kind, if mostly blank, eyes. His hands are like a real man’s hands: hard knuckles and curved fingernails. Changmin wonders what it would be like to have those large hands on his skin, caressing him like a lover.
He goes to bed thinking about it, his face hot against the cool material of his pillow. Usually he will sleep in his hibernation pod for a night’s perfect rest but it’s Saturday evening and he had missed the experience of pillows and sheets and blankets, the primitive feel of it making him wonder why he never preferred sleeping in his bed before. He falls asleep to thoughts of Yunho over him, touching his naked body and kissing him deeply.
Then awakes a couple of hours later and remembers why he prefers the continuous rest the hibernation pod always gives. He feels over-heated, sheet clinging to his skin uncomfortably and he kicks it off in frustration, then he remembers the android...
Changmin gets up and walks into the living room to find Yunho sitting on the floor, knees drawn up to his chest and looking at the city lights beyond the glass windows. “Yunho-yah?” Changmin calls. Yunho turns his head towards him and smiles.
“Yes Changmin? Are you unable to sleep? May I prepare you some warm milk?”
Changmin asks for a glass of water instead, and while Yunho is gone Changmin grabs the instructions and reads through them again. Yunho comes back and Changmin puts the glass he offers on the low coffee table, their fingers brushing. The glass catches the city lights. The room is mostly dark.
“Sit on the couch, Yunho,” Changmin requests shakily as he kneels. Yunho does, and Changmin rests a hand gently on a thigh while the other holds up the android’s instructions. “I need you to look me in the eye for this, ok?”
“Yes, Changmin,” says Yunho softly.
Changmin takes a deep breath. “Beta, Yunho, time, accepted...” He reads the words to Yunho, ending with his own name on his lips.
Changmin stares and waits for a change – and then sees it in Yunho’s face. The android’s eyes seem to darken while his expression hardens with something a little more intelligent and focused than before. He leans forward so their faces are close.
“Dilated pupils,” Yunho whispers, voice gone deep and gruff, “increased heart rate, perspiration, minimal sleep attire, suggestive touch to thigh – “
Changmin pulls his hand away.
Yunho glances down at his crotch. “Half hard. You’re turned on by me.”
Changmin makes a small squeak at Yunho’s frankness. “You can’t just – yah!” Yunho pulls Changmin up by the arms and all Changmin can do is scramble forward then straddle Yunho, the sensitive skin of his inner thighs brushing Yunho’s muscular ones.
Changmin exhales shakily as he looks down into Yunho’s dark eyes, shadows cast over his features. “My sole purpose is to make you feel good, Changmin,” Yunho tells him lowly. “Would you like that?”
“Yes,” Changmin breathes, moving his hips gently. Yunho suddenly grabs him again and flips him onto his back onto the couch, legs held in the air and splayed, the hems of his pyjama bottoms creeping down his calves. Changmin lets out an incredulous laugh as he blinks up at him. “What are you doing?”
“Blood flow to the groin area increases arousal,” says Yunho. “Any requests for tonight’s activities?”
“Yes, ah.” He feels a bit silly with his legs straight up in the air, being held open by Yunho’s hands on his ankles. “From now on I will call you hyung, and you can call me whatever you like.”
Yunho smirks down at him, canine tooth glinting in the half-light. “Isn’t ‘hyung’ old-speak for ‘big brother’?”
“Yes,” Changmin exhales.
Yunho spreads Changmin’s legs even further as he leans over more, faces getting close. “Then this hyung is going to take good care of little Changminnie,” he says, before moving his hands to Changmin’s chest, and kissing him.
The press of Yunho’s lips is soft and the movement expert. Changmin opens his mouth slowly to let Yunho slide his tongue in – and while the kiss tastes a little synthetic it’s not as plastic as Changmin would have thought. It’s sweet and minty, and clean. Yunho alternates from kissing his lips to dipping his tongue in, swiping and twirling, leaving Changmin gasping and wanting, his own hips undulating of their own accord, pushing up to try to meet Yunho’s.
As Yunho kisses him harder he curls fingers under the waistband of his pants and pulls them down over Changmin’s lifted hips. Changmin makes a small noise of approval into Yunho’s mouth as the soft material is brushed down his thighs. He hears the rustle of fabric as Yunho pushes his own pants down and Changmin suddenly covers his face with his hands. He doesn’t want to look.
Yunho gently pulls Changmin’s hands away and catches his gaze. “What’s the matter, dongsaeng?”
Changmin lets out a nervous huff. “It’s just a bit strange, having sex with a... machine.”
Yunho levels himself up on two hands, bracing himself over Changmin. His t-shirt hangs low and rides up a little and Changmin sees his soft belly with a hint of six-pack under the skin. He lifts his hands to touch and slide up over the contours, fingers going inside the shirt and disappearing from view. Yunho helps Changmin take it off, and then Changmin is looking, briefly, before covering his face with his hands again.
“Your hyung is here to make you feel nice,” Yunho whispers, before shifting his pelvis forward and nudging his cock against Changmin’s entrance.
Changmin makes a noise at the back of his throat in surprise. Yunho makes shushing noises, pulling Changmin’s hands away again then caressing his cheek with one hand while the other gently holds a thigh. “My settings are on auto-lub and auto-grown.” He dips his head in for a quick kiss. “I’m starting small, then I’ll get bigger later.” And indeed Yunho doesn’t feel that large at first, about the width of one or two fingers – nothing Changmin can’t take – and with a moan ripped from his throat he feels Yunho slide steadily in as his hips push forward. Changmin’s own cock springs up into full hardness at the feel of Yunho entering him, his entrance stretching to accommodate, and it feels incredible, like fireworks are being lit all over his body just under the skin.
He lets out a shaky moan, fingers and toes curling, thighs spreading wider. Yunho caresses the back of one thigh as he kisses Changmin again, open-mouthed, cock moving into him, then out again, then in – slow and steady and grinding.
Yunho twists, then, making miniscule thrusts of his hips. Changmin’s eyes shoot open wide when he feels Yunho’s cock grow into a larger size, stretching him open slowly, making Changmin shake all over with the pleasurable burn and the feeling of being full. He pulls his mouth away and gasps at the ceiling. “Oh that feels so good, hyung,” he whispers. “So amazing.”
He’s aware of Yunho smirking before his cock moves inside Changmin again – it seems to curve inside him and then press against his prostate bluntly – and Changmin lets out a moan that’s almost a scream, eyes tight shut as pleasure shoots through his belly and cock and making his limbs seem heavy, his chest heaving, face hot. Yunho’s cock pressing against his g-spot starts to vibrate dully and Changmin does scream then, the pleasure so over-whelming it causes his back to arch, and he fists Yunho’s hair.
But Yunho doesn’t stop rotating his hips nor does he cease the vibrations. Changmin feels so good and fucked open, on the bright-golden edge of orgasm – before tipping over and falling hard into bliss, lips wet and quivering as moans pass through them, cum splattering hot onto his own stomach.
He comes down from his orgasm panting. He’s aware of Yunho pulling out gently then moving away, before sliding his arms under Changmin to pick him up off the couch. Changmin, eyelids drooping and too tired to protest, automatically slides his arms around Yunho’s neck and leans his head on his shoulder. He’s half asleep already by the time Yunho places him in the bed and tucks the covers around him.
“Wait,” he whispers softly as Yunho makes to leave. The android stops and when Changmin curls his fingers over the doona to look, the other is standing in darkness, back to Changmin, looking over his shoulder but his face hidden in shadow.
“Yes, Changminnie?” Yunho whispers.
“Stay with me,” Changmin breathes.
Without a word Yunho moves back towards the bed and climbs in. Changmin feels the bed dip, and then Yunho is sliding his arm around Changmin and spooning him from behind. Changmin wiggles, settling back into the blankets and Yunho’s warm embrace, content enough to smile even as he falls asleep.
He won’t remember it in the morning, but Yunho whispers two words into Changmin’s hair just as oblivion takes him:
“Thank you.”
*
“Good morning, Changmin,” says Yunho. Changmin throws him an ironic smile. “The time is eight twenty-two. I have prepared you savoury rice porridge with egg and seaweed. Would you like to eat it in bed?”
“Yes, please.”
After Yunho comes back with the tray of food and drink, Changmin gets him to sit behind him in the bed and cradle him from behind, arms reaching around to hold the bowl for Changmin. Changmin, still sleep-rumpled and horny from good dreams he can’t recall, asks, “Can you hold the bowl with one hand?”
“I can,” says Yunho, who demonstrates by dropping his right hand to Changmin’s lap. Changmin takes Yunho’s hand in his own and moves it under the covers and to his crotch, directing Yunho to rub him gently.
Sex and hot breakfast and hot, hot sex – plus Sundays – the perfect mornings in Changmin’s own opinion. While he usually spends the occasional Saturday nights with a one night stand, often those men leave before dawn, and Sunday mornings are spent bereft of affection.
Changmin manages only a spoonful before closing his eyes moaning aloud, dropping the spoon into the bowl. He tilts his head back against Yunho’s shoulder. “I’ll have breakfast later; let’s have sex first.”
It takes one second for Yunho to put the bowl on the dresser and another second for him to suddenly flip them over, throwing the covers over both of them. Changmin yelps as he’s pushed onto his front, then feels the android shift as he takes off his own clothes. Changmin is still naked from the night before. He lets out another small noise as Yunho lies on top of him. Yunho’s heavy and warm; synthetic flesh against flesh.
Changmin huffs, pushing his fringe and the covers away just enough for him to look over his shoulder. Yunho smiles and asks, “Would you like a change?” Without waiting for an answer Yunho shakes his head rapidly like a dog shedding water, and then his hair is changing colour from root to tip, dark brown to red-blonde, lengthening from his neat trim to a hair style with wavy bangs.
Changmin is incredulous. “Um,” he says, his voice small. He can feel Yunho’s cock nudging against one bum cheek, and he automatically spreads his legs wider so Yunho can fit in better against his body. Blood rushes through him, to cheeks and to groin. Changmin lets out a huff, though he doesn’t know if it’s from impatience for fucking or the twinge of fear he always gets in these situations – the almost-sex – as Yunho presses his slick cock against Changmin’s hole and pushes in. Changmin turns his face to the pillow and bites it as Yunho slowly breaches him, at first sliding, then with miniscule thrusts. Changmin spreads his legs as wide as they can go, skin-on-linen friction.
Changmin lets himself flop completely into the bed, his limbs feeling heavy and his chest heaving as all the pleasure and awareness centres itself at the place where he and Yunho are connected. He’s starting to feel full, hot, and overwhelmed. “More,” he gasps out once his body is used to the intrusion, and when Yunho starts to roll his thrusts with dancer hips, Changmin moans loud and long, cutting it off with a high-pitched gasp.
“I need, I need,” he says in a small hitching voice, unsure of exactly what he’s asking for. But then Yunho is grabbing his hips and lifting them a little, thrusting in several times rapidly at the new angle and then pausing, his cock deep inside Changmin. Changmin looks over his shoulder again and Yunho’s expression gives nothing away except calculated concentration. And then with a small hitch of Yunho’s hips Changmin feels Yunho’s cock grow larger inside him, stretching him open, then vibrating gently with small, one-second throbs. Changmin lets out an involuntary yell at the pleasure, almost blacking out, pushing his face back into the pillow, fisting the sheets till his knuckles turn white.
Yunho’s hips press right up to the curve of Changmin’s backside, firmly, before he slowly slides his cock out. Graceful and swift, Yunho sits back on the mattress again, facing the telescreen beyond the foot of the bed, pulling Changmin with him to sit on his lap and straddle his thighs. Yunho presses a kiss to the back of Changmin’s neck while Changmin takes a hold of Yunho’s bent knees for balance – he lifts up, Yunho’s hand on his hip to guide him – then sinks down, down, down onto the android’s long cock.
Changmin bobs himself up and down carefully, getting used to the intrusion and stretch again. It’s not an angle he likes necessarily, but an idea forms itself in mind... He whispers a code at the telescreen and the large, flat screen seems to liquefy before becoming a mirror. He and Yunho are reflected there, Changmin’s abdomen and arm muscles straining as he works himself, red wet mouth open and panting, eyes shuttered in bliss, long legs spread over Yunho’s thick thighs.
Yunho thrusts up hard and sudden and keeps his hips lifted, before thrusting again in an easy rhythm. At the same time he opens and closes his legs, causing Changmin’s to open and close as well; and Changmin lies back onto Yunho’s chest and gasps at the ceiling as Yunho undulates their bodies. If Changmin rolls his head to the side a little, he can see the reflection of their thighs moving and quivering, and the glimpses of Yunho’s cock going in and out of his ass. The opening and closing of his thighs causes the skin of his scrotum to pull and stretch, creating a teasing pleasure for his balls. Yunho, balanced on his left hand, reaches around Changmin’s hip and flutters his fingers over his dick, before taking it with all five fingers and expertly pulling, caressing, fluttering, fingering.
Now every part of Changmin’s sex is stimulated. Mewling like a cat in heat, Changmin completes his own pleasure by tugging at a nipple with one hand while the other reaches around and threads fingers into Yunho’s blonde hair. He tilts his head over Yunho’s shoulder as far as he can without Yunho slipping from his hole. “Kiss me?” Changmin gasps, mouth open and tense in ecstasy.
Yunho does, turning his head and tonguing Changmin’s lips and tongue.
Changmin comes like that, eyes squeezed shut with fireworks erupting behind his lids, moaning loud into the android’s mouth, Yunho’s cock deep and hard and long inside him.
*
He takes it, tastes its juice and flesh. Hums. His hand drops to his lap, still holding half a piece of the slice. The frapple is a man-made fruit, genetically engineered to be both delicious and contain a concentrated dose of vitamins and minerals. Still, Changmin feels like it’s not enough, like there’s something missing.
“When I was little,” Changmin tells Yunho, still staring out at the sunset, “My grandmother owned a property in the outskirts. It had an apple tree.” He looks at Yunho to see the android has his full attention. Changmin stares right into his eyes, tries to look for something in them – a spark of emotion – anything he can find. “You can’t find apples any more, they’re so rare. But I’ve always wanted to taste one again, one last time. I can remember what they taste like, but then I can’t quite recall the exact taste or describe it... do you know what I mean? The memory is there, at the back of my mind.”
Yunho’s lips quirk up in a stronger smile, but aside from that he says nothing.
Changmin sighs and looks back at the city. The sun has almost completely sunk away, taking its light with it. “Can’t find a natural apple these days. I guess all good things must come to an end.”
There’s a moment of silence where Changmin watches the sky go black and Yunho finishes cutting the frapple into slices and arranging them neatly on the plate, on the coffee table. Yunho lifts his fingers to his own lips, mouth open and ready to suck the juice off, but Changmin grabs his wrist.
“You can do that?” Changmin asks in alarm.
“Yes, small amounts,” Yunho tells him, “since I’m self-cleaning. I can taste some things, too.”
“Oh.” Changmin slowly brings Yunho’s hand to his own mouth and sucks his fingers clean of the juice. There’s a spark of arousal alighting itself as Changmin curls his tongue around Yunho’s fingers. Yunho watches him with dark eyes.
“Changmin – “
Changmin pulls his mouth away and gives Yunho an enquiring look.
Yunho’s eyes move to the side and back, so rapidly Changmin is unsure if he truly sees it.
Yunho finally says, “I can order your weekly shopping via the templates on your profile, but if I need to purchase something extra I will need your permission to spend your credit.”
Changmin blinks at him, momentarily floored by the non sequitur.
The android holds out his right fist, wrist turned up and exposed. “Permission to spend credit on the online 7net store.”
Changmin presses his own wrist to Yunho’s. “Permission granted.” His wrist gives a tiny beep that’s answered by Yunho’s. He adds, “Feel free to buy some outfits for yourself.”
Yunho nods, though it seems a little more like a bow.
“Now,” says Changmin as he puts a hand on Yunho’s thigh, lust still burning and insistent deep in his belly, “grab that tablet and pretend to read the news on it or something.”
Yunho does what he’s told without question or confusion.
Changmin flicks his fringe out of his eyes as he kneels on the carpet in front of Yunho, hands on his thighs. Above him Yunho is using his finger to navigate through menus on the tablet PC. Changmin pulls down Yunho’s pants, mouth watering as his impressive cock is exposed to him, growing large and hard in front of Changmin’s hungry eyes.
“You can make it bigger,” Changmin whispers to Yunho’s groin. Yunho’s cock lengthens and widens, his balls get larger and heavier as Yunho spreads his thighs a little more. Changmin leans forward, mouth wet and open. He’s about to take the head into his mouth when he looks up to see Yunho watching him. “Don’t watch me,” Changmin commands. “Pretend you don’t care one bit that I’m sucking you off.”
Yunho goes back to doing whatever it is on the tablet, his face hidden from view. “Tell me when you want me to cum.”
Changmin stretches his lips over the head and length, letting it slide over his tongue. He loves the feel of it heavy and hot inside him, and he’s only halfway down Yunho’s cock when it hits the back of his throat.
He practices and plays with it, sucking it down, licking it all over, flicking his tongue at the slit. Rolls Yunho’s large balls in his hand. Once he’s turned on enough he takes one of Yunho’s hands and puts it on his head, then pinches Yunho’s thigh. Yunho takes the hint and threads his fingers gently through Changmin’s hair. Then Yunho’s coming, the first shot hitting the back of Changmin’s tongue before he pulls his mouth away and holds Yunho’s cock, makes sure Yunho comes all over his face.
Changmin breathes harshly. Yunho places the tablet PC on the couch next to him. “Was that good?” Yunho asks.
“Yes,” Changmin gasps. Still kneeling at Yunho’s feet, he fingers a bit of cum off his cheek and sucks his finger, then hums agreeably. “Condensed milk. Very sweet.”
Yunho’s gaze flicks over Changmin’s body. “You’re still aroused.”
“I want to fuck,” Changmin admits, too far turned on to be embarrassed by crude words. “But I always make it a rule not to... you know... in one day.”
Yunho leans down and cups Changmin’s cheeks gently, his thumbs smoothing over his mouth, smearing his cum into his skin and lips. Changmin searches Yunho’s gaze for a spark of something – anything – but Yunho only seems thoughtful and kind. “Your statement is too ambiguous for me to understand. If there is something that you do not want to do, please let me know. There are many options for us to take.”
Changmin looks up into his eyes. He runs his fingers up and down Yunho’s warm highs and imagines himself lying between them, Yunho under him and moaning Changmin’s name.
“To the bedroom,” says Changmin.