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“Yo, Yunho! When was the last time you got your dick wet?!”
Yunho rolled his eyes at the question that had been shouted to him from across a table littered with shot glasses and empty soju bottles. San had the tendency to forget where he was after a couple drinks. His peers around him at the table that had been paying attention burst into fits of laughter.
“How many times do I have to tell you that its none of your business, perv?” Yunho grunts back as he lifts his mug of beer to his lips.
“So, it’s been a while?” San somehow yells even louder than before.
Yunho decides it’s best to ignore his friend instead of continuing the conversation. Truthfully, it had been a while since Yunho has ‘gotten his dick wet’. He just didn’t have the time to get all dressed up and leave his apartment to find some guy or girl to chat up until they found themselves back in his bed. It’s not like Yunho had trouble finding someone to sleep with. He was overflowing with charm and his frustratingly good looks made everything that much easier for him. He’d never dare to call himself handsome out loud, but he wasn’t blind.
It's not like the sex was bad either, no, quite the contrary. Yunho was a very flexible partner in all senses of the word. No matter who he was shacked up with for the night, he always found a way to make the experience pleasurable for the both of them.
The part Yunho hated the most (other than the work it took to find someone that suited his tastes) was the morning after. The silent gathering of clothes scattered around his room, the awkward lingering in the doorway, and the occasional times he’s had to make it clear that “Just because we had fun last night does not make me your boyfriend, and no, I am not playing hard to get. Goodbye.” Before shutting the door in their face.
He never felt guilty about setting his boundaries with his partners, but he was always a little annoyed at the fact that he had to explain himself every time. Yunho wasn’t dumb. He knew what the intention was when someone offered to make him breakfast or would prolong their stay as much as possible by saying they lost a sock or a necklace. At first, he was flattered that they liked him so much they wanted something more, but after enough times the flattery turned into frustration that they wouldn’t just get the fuck out already.
So, no, Yunho had not gotten has dick wet in a while. But he was perfectly okay with that.
Yunho’s thoughts about his sex life were rudely interrupted when a strong arm suddenly swung itself over his shoulders, causing Yunho to jolt to the side, beer splashing over the side of his mug and forming a small puddle on the scuffed wooden table.
“Hey! Watch it, you—”
“Shhhhh…” San pushed his pointer finger against Yunho’s lips a little too hard. “I came to ‘pologize.”
Yunho noticed his friend’s ability to speak had quickly deteriorated. How much more did this lightweight motherfucker drink? He thought to himself.
“Didn’t mean ta ‘mbarrass ya back there YuYuuu! Y’know I love ya, man.” San leaned his entire body weight on Yunho’s side for support. “Was just askin’ cuz I got a solution for ya.” He whisper-yelled the last part into Yunho’s ear.
Yunho set his mug down with a slam.
“Woah man, careful! How drunk are ya?”
Yunho turned to his right and glared at San before standing up and announcing to the table that San was drunk off his ass and that he was going to get him home. He was met with affirmative grunts and hums and a few goodbyes. He yanked San out of the seat and dragged him out of the pub, leaving his fellow students to continue their orientation without him.
The door to the pub swung shut behind Yunho, muffling the excited shouts and the clanging of dining utensils against plates. The air outside of the building was chilly and refreshing as opposed to the stuffy interior. Yunho pulled out his phone and called a taxi service to pick him and San up and take them to his place. It wasn’t too far from the pub, but Yunho himself was feeling a bit tipsy and didn’t want to deal with dragging San’s dead weight behind him for fifteen minutes.
“I’m serious though! ‘bout that solution to your problem.” San nudged Yunho in his ribcage, causing him to groan in pain.
“Keep your elbows to yourself, man!” Yunho grumbles.
San ignores him and continues to ramble on. “I saw this ad, dude. They got these new bots or whatever, and you can rent ‘em for a trial period before ya buy ‘em. Isn’t that neat, man?”
Yunho can barely understand San through his thick Namhye accent. “Suuuree, Gramps. Whatever you say!”
The taxi finally pulls up to the curb and Yunho wastes zero time before opening the back door and stuffing his friend inside.
“Let’s get you home.” He sighs, laying back in his own seat next to San.
Yunho, the good friend that he is, decides it’s best to take San to his own place so he can watch over him through the night to make sure he doesn’t accidentally hurt himself in his drunken stupor. He tells the driver the address of his rooming house.
Meanwhile San, the clingy little bastard, decides to cuddle up to Yunho’s side and rub his cheeks on his shoulder, making pleased little hums here and there. Yunho secretly revels in San’s overly affectionate drunken mannerisms but refuses to ever actually admit it to anyone. San (thankfully) is on his best behavior for the entire ride, causing no problems for the driver.
✦
With a heave, Yunho tosses San’s limp, freshly washed body onto his sofa. He catches his breath from the intense workout he had to endure for the past hour. Yunho loves his friend to death, but getting the man to take a shower and into some fresh clothes is like wrangling a toddler. A big toddler. Whose entire diet is protein shakes.
The second San’s body hits the cushions, Yunho hears soft snores coming from him. He’s learned from experience that once San has knocked out, he won’t wake up for at least ten hours. Finally at ease, Yunho treks back to the bathroom for his own shower.
While in the shower, his thoughts can’t help but wander back to what San was talking about as the two of them were standing outside of the pub waiting for the taxi to pick them up. Yunho was well aware of the advancements being made in artificial and virtual intelligence fields and was used to seeing the occasional android accompanying their administrator out and about on the streets. (The term ‘administrator’ had been swapped for the out of date ‘master’ and ‘owner’, android activists bringing light to the… questionable nature of those terms.)
Yunho was also well aware of the more sexual side of these advancements but had never taken the time to really think about how that could possibly benefit him. As he was lathering shampoo in his hair, he began to ponder the pros and cons of saving up the money to actually purchase an android modeled for that kind of thing.
Pro: He wouldn’t have to go through the annoying trials of finding a partner.
Con: They probably cost a lot of money.
Pro: An android won’t ask him to be their boyfriend the morning after.
Con: What if he becomes some weird sex addict shut-in?
“Shit!”
Yunho’s excessive lathering of shampoo caused a trail of soap to slide into his eye. He quickly rinsed his hands and face, grabbing a rag and soaking it in water before pressing it to his eye. Annoyed and with a stinging eye, he quickly wrapped up his shower and shut the water off.
✦
The next morning, Yunho unsurprisingly woke up before San. Not wanting to hear San complain about a headache for the next few hours before he left to his own dorm on campus, Yunho got started on making some hearty haejang-guk to help ease the pain San’s hangover. Not because he cared or anything.
Two steaming bowls of soup in each hand, Yunho makes his way to the sofa San is curled up on. He has no idea when, but San had apparently woken up some time while he was making the stew and had been mindlessly staring at his phone.
“No ‘good morning’? No ‘thank you so much Yunho, you perfect amazing friend for taking care of me last night’?” Yunho sets the bowl down on the coffee table in front of the sofa, sitting on the floor across from San.
San shuts his phone off and tosses it to the other end of the couch, rolling his eyes and slowly sitting up with one of Yunho’s blankets wrapped around his shoulders.
“Thank you, oh generous king. How may I ever repay you? Perhaps my daughter’s hand in marriage shall suffice?” San mocks the voice of ancient royalty and bows exaggeratedly toward Yunho. He quickly regrets the movement however when his head pounds especially hard.
“Eat your damn soup. I’ll get you some aspirin after you finish it.”
San doesn’t need to be told twice, and quickly grabs the spoon, shoveling steaming hot stew into his mouth as he picks up a piece of cabbage and meat with his chopsticks.
The pair eats in comfortable silence while the sounds of their chewing and slurping fill the room. San finishes his food first and begs Yunho for another serving. Yunho complies, standing up with both bowls and refilling San’s as he leaves his own in the sink to be dealt with later. As San starts on his second bowl, Yunho wanders to his medicine cabinet to snag a bottle of aspirin.
“I gotta get going.” San says after swallowing two of the pills. “There’s some homework that needs my attention.”
Yunho hums in response as he watches San rise from the couch to locate his shoes.
“You sure you don’t want me to walk you home?” Yunho’s apartment complex is a relatively short walk from the university’s dormitory housing block.
“Nah, you’ve already done enough. I’ll live. But I’m taking these.” San grabs a pair of sunglasses from the table beside Yunho’s front door.
“Dude, those aren’t mine, they’re my roommates. Put them back!”
“Do you even know his name? I’ve literally never seen him, and I don’t think you have either.”
Shockingly enough, Yunho has yet to actually see his roommate in the apartment. They had met once when they first moved in, but other than that, the other man has been like a ghost. The brief conversation they had while unpacking their things included his roommate informing Yunho that he worked late into the night and would only come home to sleep in the early morning and middle of the day while Yunho would be out and about. Yunho had no idea how or why this mystery man was even enrolled in the same university, as Yunho had never heard of any classes that went on late into the night. He didn’t care much at all though. Who would complain about a cheap apartment that was always empty?
“I know his name…” Yunho did not, in fact, remember his roommate’s name.
“Bullshit. Whatever, I’m taking these. You can get them back tomorrow night when we go to that party I was talking about.” Yunho groaned at the thought of yet another night of babysitting a drunk San being so soon.
“Fine, get out.” Yunho waved his hand and San made his exit.
✦
Luckily for Yunho, he does not have to go to that party.
Unluckily for Yunho, the reason he is unable to make it to said party is the presence of a six foot tall and three foot wide cardboard box sitting right in front of his front door.
“I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong place.” Yunho says to the delivery man standing beside the massive box. “I don’t exactly remember ordering something this big…”
“Listen, I get paid to bring packages to the place they’re addressed to. Anything more than that is above my paygrade. Do what you gotta do to return it, but it’s not my job to help you figure it out. Now, I’m on a time limit here and I’ve got a hundred other packages to deliver. Where do you want me to put this thing?” Yunho is stunned at the man’s short patience, but not wanting to risk upsetting him even more, he moves aside and points to the center of his living room.
The delivery man uses his utility dolly to wheel the giant box into the room, removes it from the equipment leaves the out of the front door.
“Have a good evening, Sir.” He says, tone laced with sarcasm.
“Yeah, you too…”
Yunho circles around the box, inspecting it up and down trying to rack his brain to figure out what possible purchase he could’ve made that would be this big. Coming up empty-handed, Yunho decides to take a peek inside.
He grabs a boxcutter from a random (and very dangerous) drawer of miscellaneous blades in his kitchen and returns to the box, cutting through the tape that holds it shut. He carefully takes the cardboard shell apart to reveal another box underneath.
This box seems to be modeled after packaging for a doll. There is a massive window of opaque plastic in the center of the box, conveniently hiding what lies inside. Framing the window is colorful round letters. The biggest of the letters read: “KQ TECHNOLOGY” and are placed in the top right corner of the box.
The name rings a bell in Yunho’s mind.
Oh no.
Yunho runs his hand over the plastic window. Suddenly, the window shifts under his hand, sliding back to reveal the contents of the box.
There, behind the thick plastic window, stands an unnaturally beautiful man. He is dressed in a form fitting long sleeved black turtleneck tucked into a pair of white slacks. His dress shoes are impeccable, shining under the yellow glow of Yunho’s ceiling light. On closer inspection, his folded hands are adorned in tasteful rings, and a chain dangles from one of his ears. After a moment, the man’s eyes slowly opened.
“Good evening, administrator. I am KQ Technology’s Companion-Bot Model MI-6, but you may call me Mingi.” The android politely introduces himself.
Yunho is too stunned to respond. Quite rude of him in retrospect.
“Do you not like that name? You are able to change it to whatever you may wish.” Mingi tilts his head.
“…I’m gonna kill him.” Yunho murmurs.
“Killing is against the law. Will I need to call emergency services to come detain you?” Mingi’s eyes glaze over, changing to a deep red as opposed to the kind brown they were before, signaling that he is attempting to contact the police.
“No, No! Just a figure of speech!” Yunho reassures.
“Ah, my apologies. I have still yet to be programmed to be compatible with you. Perhaps we can do that now, if you have the time?” Mingi’s eyes once again change, this time shifting to a pleasant green.
“Right. Before we do that, there’s a very important phone call I need to make.” Yunho briskly walks toward his bedroom, poking his head out of the doorway to add, “Stay right there, please!”
Mingi only blinks.
Yunho shuts the door behind him and hurriedly calls San. The phone rings for a few beats before his friend picks up.
“Hey man! Where are you—”
“Choi San, are you out of your fucking mind?!” Yunho whisper-yells into the receiver of his phone.
“Woah woah woah, what are you talking about?” San sounds concerned, “Are you okay?”
Yunho takes a breath to calm himself. “Yes, I’m fine, thank you. But I promise you won’t be! Did you seriously fucking order one of those sex androids to my home?!” Frustration boils up inside Yunho once again.
San audibly sucks in a breath on the other end of the line. “Ok look, it’s not like it’s anything too bad. It’s just a trial period! Like I said, just test it out, see if you like it, then if you don’t feel free to get rid of it! It’s not like you paid for it! Think of it as a gift, okay?”
“This is kind of a weird gift to buy your friend, San.” Yunho growls.
“Okay, yes, true, but! I only did it with your best interest in mind! Believe it or not, but sex is a perfectly healthy thing. I would hate for my friend to be backed up and all frustrated over something like that!”
“I am not frustrated!”
“That’s something a frustrated person would say. With that tone too.”
Yunho groans exasperatedly into the phone.
“… You can’t return it yet anyway…”
“What?”
“You can’t return it before the trial period is over. It’s against their policy for some reason.”
“And how long is the trial period, exactly?” Yunho asks.
San doesn’t respond.
“Choi San. How long is the trial period.”
“God, I hate it when you use your mom voice on me!” San cries out. “It’s only a month…”
“Only a MONTH?” Yunho screams.
✦
Yunho finds himself sitting cross-legged on the floor across from the new android. Mingi is mirroring Yunho’s position, however his posture is much neater.
“Before we begin the calibration process, how would you like me to address you?” Mingi breaks the silence.
“Uh, Yunho is fine.” Yunho scratches the back of his neck, “Feel free to talk casually, too. It’s a bit awkward having someone talk to me like I’m their boss.”
“Understood.” Mingi bows his head once before switching to a more laid-back and relaxed tone. “Do you want a simplified version of the process or would you like free reign of my software?”
Yunho is by no means a coder, so instead of possibly fucking up Mingi’s programming beyond repair, he opts for the much simpler tutorial version.
“How does it work? Is it, like, a personality quiz or something?” Yunho asks.
“Sort of. The first part consists of a lifestyle questionnaire. You answer several questions about you’re work schedule and physical health that then gives my program an idea of what works best for you.”
Yunho nods along to Mingi’s explanation.
“Then what?”
“After the lifestyle questionnaire is completed, there’s an app for you to install on either your smartphone or personal computer. It synchronizes my programming with your personal devices and allows me to import your preferences based on your online activity, all with permission of course. I can read the terms of service for you if you would like.” Mingi supplies.
“What exactly do you mean by that?”
“Which part?” Mingi cocks his head.
“The part about my online activity and preferences. What exactly are you looking at?” Yunho clarifies.
“To put it simply, I look at the kind of porn you watch to gather a better understanding of what turns you on.” Mingi’s expression is eerily neutral considering the words coming from his synthetic mouth.
Yunho’s jaw goes slack. He knows Mingi was designed for sex, but his language had been so professional and polished since they first started talking.
Mingi’s eyes narrow and a small smirk plays on his lips. “What? You weren’t expecting such filthy words to come out of my mouth?”
“N-no, I really wasn’t.”
“I can assure you that they can got a lot filthier.” Mingi slightly leaned forward, new angle accentuating his chest and small waist.
Yunho couldn’t stop his eyes from following the lines of Mingi’s body, swallowing hardly at the sudden proximity of Mingi’s chest to his face.
Damn. Maybe he was a little more desperate than he thought.
Before he can say anything else, Mingi promptly leans back, expression softening as a polite smile graced his lips. “That was a small taste of one of my intimacy modes.”
“And how many intimacy modes do you have, exactly?”
“There are various levels of intimacy modes. The base ones start with flirtation, progress to foreplay, then finally, end in intercourse. After intercourse, there is an available aftercare setting if you are seeking it. Would you like to enable and tweak your aftercare settings?” Mingi blinks, and his eyes shift from a soft brown to a soothing lavender.
Yunho, however, is still reeling from the sudden shift in Mingi’s attitude. A soft blush tinges his cheeks as he begins to think about the extent of Mingi’s flirty remarks and how creative his foreplay can get.
“Uhm, enable it, for now.” Yunho could never imagine sharing his body with someone and not either offering or being offered aftercare immediately afterward.
Mingi nods in acknowledgment, a soft chime emanating from his body as a way of confirmation of the setting being changed.
“Okay, why don’t we get started with that survey.” Yunho opts for distracting himself from his previous thoughts by continuing the grueling setup process.
“Before we begin, I am required to inform you of a crucial setting that is unable to be modified by the user.” Mingi’s tone turns serious. “As apart of the Android Rights Act, I have full capability of accepting or denying your advances. As such, before every sexual encounter, we must verbally consent to each other. I also have a failsafe setting that legally allows me to physically restrain you if you do not yield to my requests and a kill switch that stops all of my actions immediately when an agreed-upon verbal command is used.”
Yunho is familiar with parts of the Android Rights Act that had been passed once androids made their way into the free market. The supreme court had made the decision while keeping the idea of human safety in mind. They considered it a bad idea to allow just anyone to get their hands on these machines that resembled humans and do whatever they want to them with little to no consequences.
Yunho doesn’t think he’d be able to stomach being in the same room as a single android user if laws like that weren’t put into place.
“I understand. Thank you for telling me.”
After the exchange, Mingi begins the calibration process. Yunho was blissfully unaware of just how time consuming the tutorial actually was.
✦
“Finally!” Yunho groans as his arms reach above his head, stretching the stiffness out of his back.
“One last thing.”
Yunho groans in protest.
“Don’t worry, it’s not another question. I’m just informing you of another feature.” Mingi stands and walks towards the box he arrived in. He looks over his shoulder at Yunho expectantly.
Yunho stands on numb legs, slowly following Mingi. Yunho watches as Mingi reaches inside of the box, opening a small hidden compartment at the bottom.
“I won’t get them out now, but inside this compartment here, there are different interchangeable genital attachments and inserts for you to look through later. If you’re unable to find one you like, I am able to request more to be delivered, free of charge for the length of the trial period.”
Yunho raises his eyebrow. “What do you mean attachments and inserts?”
Yunho is once again distracted by another one of Mingi’s perfect smiles. “For penetration, of course.” He adds, “Both ways.”
Yunho’s legs almost give out.
It makes complete sense for an android built primarily for sex to have customizable body parts, but it still catches Yunho off guard.
A shiver runs down his spine at the idea of Mingi’s thick thighs wrapped around his head as his tongue plunges between synthetic folds.
Mingi’s expression changes once again. This time, Yunho notices the light pink tone Mingi’s eyes take on, indicating that he has sensed an increase in Yunho’s heartrate and is entering the first flirtation mode in response.
“Would you like to test them out?” Mingi purrs, moving closer to Yunho.
Thinking back to his conversations with San, Yunho recalls how confidently he refuted the idea of fucking an android, but now that he is facing the decision right in the middle of his living room, he’s almost disappointed by how quickly he folds.
“I think I do.” Yunho whispers as he slowly draws closer to Mingi like a magnet.
“I came with one pre-installed,” Mingi breaks eye contact with Yunho to stare at his lips for a moment before darting back. “Wanna figure out which it is?”
“Fuck yes.”
Yunho seals his answer with a searing kiss. Mingi quickly reciprocates, tilting his head and bringing a ringed hand to rest on Yunho’s neck. Yunho is quickly shocked by how dexterous Mingi’s silicone tongue is and how realistic it feels. The plastic muscle is textured and lubricated by the faux saliva in his mouth. Yunho makes a mental note to figure out how Mingi’s manufacturers were able to find a way to replicate such an intricate muscle, and anticipation fills his body at the thought of how accurate the rest of him was.
Mingi parts first, hooded eyes staring at Yunho’s glistening lips.
“Did you know,” Mingi kisses at the corner of Yunho’s mouth and slowly makes his way to his jaw. “KQ Technologies put so much thought into their companion-bot models.”
Yunho’s eyelids flutter once Mingi’s lips connect to a particularly sensitive spot on the junction of his neck and shoulder.
“Yeah?” He responds breathily.
“So much so, that they actually figured out a way to make the AI of every unit able to somehow feel the pleasure inflicted upon them.” Mingi brings one of Yunho’s hands to his chest, guiding it to rub slow small circles over one of his pecs. “I can feel it every time you touch me, Yunho. Every little sigh, every moan of your name, is real.”
Yunho’s mind is so scattered that he genuinely can’t tell if Mingi is being honest or if he’s just saying it to get a reaction out of Yunho, but to be honest he doesn’t really care. What he cares about is figuring out what Mingi is hiding below his belt.
The two of them continue to kiss, filthy sounds of lips smacking lips filling Yunho’s ears. He’s obsessed with the way Mingi’s tongue moves against his own. Each move is calculated to get Yunho’s blood pumping to all the right places.
Suddenly, Yunho feels Mingi’s hand tug at the fly of his jeans, undoing the button and zipper in a few swift movements.
“Is it okay if I touch you here, hyung?”
Yunho curses under his breath. He never outwardly told any of his past partners that he had a certain… affinity for the honorific, thinking that there was no point since he’d never see them again. The fact that Mingi knows him so well from the get-go made his cock jump.
“Yeah, please.”
Mingi’s delicate fingers wrap around Yunho’s dick, cold rings contrasting the heat of his pulsing arousal. Yunho watches as Mingi’s eyes shift in color once again, becoming a pinkish-brown and signaling that he has now entered the foreplay stage. At one mouthwateringly precise upstroke, Yunho grabs for Mingi’s neck and catching on the long chain dangling from his ear.
“Do you—ah—mind if I take your piercing out?” Yunho asks between breathy gasps. “I don’t want to hurt you if I—fuck, yeah like that—if I accidentally pull it out.”
Mingi pauses the movements of his hand, face going blank for a moment before he looks back up to Yunho.
“You’re worried about something like that right now?”
“I mean, yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Hm. Go ahead and take it out then.” Mingi tilts his head slightly to allow Yunho access to his ear.
With shaky hands, Yunho removes the piercing from Mingi’s polymer skin, discovering that it is actually a clip on. He gently places it on the coffee table beside them before turning his attention back to Mingi’s mouth.
Sensing that Yunho is ready to continue, Mingi’s hand starts up again as he thumbs at Yunho’s tip. The precum that has gathered there is sticky, and Yunho feels it spread along his length with each twisting stroke.
Mingi is the first to lean in. He nibbles on Yunho’s lower lip before sucking it into his own mouth, tongue laving over the swollen area to soothe it. Caught between Mingi’s calculated hands and his perfect lips, Yunho is no longer able to hold in the moans that bubble up in his chest.
All he can do is follow as Mingi leads them to the couch. He guides Yunho to sit down and bends with him, his hand never leaving Yunho’s weeping cock. The second their mouths separate, Mingi is on his way to the ground. Yunho stares in mesmerized awe as the gorgeous man in front of him willfully kneels before him.
Mingi tugs on Yunho’s jeans, and he relies completely on his instinct as it screams at him to lift his hips off the cushions of the couch. Mingi seems satisfied once the clothing is brought down to Yunho’s ankles, not caring enough to take them off all the way.
Throwing his head back, Yunho digs his fingers into the couch as Mingi mouths at his tip. His hand refuses to leave the base of Yunho’s cock as he delivers a firm squeeze to it and works his wrist in tiny quick strokes up and down.
When Yunho looks back down, his heart almost gives out at the shockingly innocent look Mingi is giving him. His eyes have gone from a sharp seductive smolder to round and pure, almost begging. The first thought that pops up in his head is how cute he looks like that, until Mingi hollows his cheeks and swallows down even more of his length.
Yunho brings his hand down to card through Mingi’s soft hair before resting his palm on the back of his neck, keeping a firm grip there to steady himself. Mingi’s hand stutters for a moment and his eyes flutter at the sudden contact.
He pops off of Yunho’s cock for a second to say, “Go ahead and be rough with me. I won’t break.”
“Are you sure?”
Instead of responding, Mingi opens his mouth and takes Yunho all the way down his throat. Yunho’s human partners in the past had always attempted to deepthroat him, but Yunho’s way above average size caused a few challenges for the limitations of a person’s throat. They could never get as far as Mingi could, let alone hold it there for as long.
He understands Mingi’s demonstration loud and clear and acknowledges it with the loudest groan he’s let out all night. He tightens his grip on the back of Mingi’s neck and pulls him halfway off before forcing his head back down to the base. Mingi gargles out a moan around Yunho’s cock and continues to stare up at Yunho.
“Yeah, just like that, take it.” Yunho growls. “Tap me twice if you need air.”
Mingi blinks up at Yunho, slightly confused at the statement.
Right.
Androids don’t have lungs.
Androids don’t need to come up for air.
Spurred on by this realization, Yunho picks up speed, using Mingi’s mouth like the toy it is. He fucks himself in and out of Mingi’s warm mouth, crying out as Mingi swirls his tongue around Yunho’s length. Despite his frenzied actions, Yunho still manages a modicum of self-control as to not actually damage the android.
“Fuck, you really were made for this.” Yunho gasps.
With one last plunge into Mingi’s throat, Yunho finally unravels. He holds Mingi’s head down, sharp nose nuzzled in Yunho’s pubic bone as his cock pumps streak after streak of cum down his throat.
A groan of relief leaves Yunho’s mouth as his body relaxes into the cushions beneath him. He absentmindedly pets Mingi’s nape, fingers brushing through strands of his synthetic hair. Mingi lets out a content hum at the attention.
Mingi slowly pulls off of Yunho’s softening length to ask, “Would you like to continue?”
Yunho, still curious to see what secret is concealed by Mingi’s white slacks answers with an enthusiastic yes. Mingi stands up from his position kneeling on the floor and offers Yunho his hand. Once Yunho is standing, he steps out of the fabric bunched around his ankles and Mingi retrieves the garment from the floor.
Yunho looks at him curiously, and Mingi catches on.
“We shouldn’t leave a mess in the living room.”
Yunho let’s out a soft, breathy laugh.
Of course, he’s tidy too.
Yunho takes Mingi by his free hand and drags him to his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them. Before Yunho can turn around to face Mingi again, the android has already seized Yunho’s wrists, pinning him to the door and settling his head on Yunho’s shoulder. Mingi leaves no space between them, and that’s when Yunho feels something prodding at his backside.
Mystery solved.
Yunho is shocked but not deterred by Mingi’s sudden bravado. No one has ever manhandled him like this before.
“I’m noticing a spike in your heartrate again. Do you want me to take you right here? Up against this door where anyone could hear you if they get too close?” Mingi murmurs directly in Yunho’s ear with his sonorous voice before nibbling at it for a fleeting moment.
Yunho’s eyes flutter, the idea of possibly getting caught causing blood to flow back to his already spent cock.
“Yeah, want it so bad.” He moans when Mingi makes his way from his ear to the sensitive spot on his neck.
“Let me know if it’s too much. The current default safe word is ‘terminate’.” With that, Mingi reaches for the hem of Yunho’s shirt, releasing his wrists only long enough to remove the piece of clothing.
Yunho presses his cheek against the cool wood of the door he’s pressed up against, squeezing his eyes shut when he feels a perfectly executed grind against his ass, Mingi’s artificial cock rubbing deliciously against him. He feels Mingi’s lips leave kisses and bites across his bare shoulders and back.
One handing pinning Yunho’s wrists against the door above him, Mingi trails one hand to his ass, grabbing a handful of one cheek and spreading it, exposing him. Yunho gasps when he hears Mingi spit, then feels the other’s saliva land directly on his unprepped hole. He opens his eyes, looking behind him to see Mingi’s attention fully fixated on his hole. The look of concentration across his face makes Yunho’s insides burn even hotter. He arches his back and whines high in his throat.
“Patience, puppy.” Mingi growls, lightly slapping Yunho’s hip with an open palm.
Yunho’s face burns up at the name.
He’s always had a thing for pet play, an overbearing desire to be put on a leash and to be given commands. Unfortunately, he never trusted anyone enough with the information or the power to communicate his needs, but of course, this perfect android who had taken a peek at his search history would know exactly what he needed.
It's like a switch had flipped in Yunho’s brain, at once falling into his role. He whimpered again, and Mingi chuckled.
“Come on, I know you can be good for me. Here,” Mingi runs his middle finger over Yunho’s wet rim, “Is this what you wanted?”
Yunho, brain muddled by pure desire and a carnal need for something, anything, to be inside him, nods clumsily at the question. His back forms a deep arch as Mingi finally presses a singular finger inside. Yunho’s body took the intrusion without protest, still pleasantly relaxed from the intense orgasm he endured only moments earlier. Mingi’s finger carefully wiggles around inside of Yunho, gently coaxing the muscle loose before inserting another.
Surprising Yunho, the cool metal from one of Mingi’s many rings breach his rim. The contrasting temperature of his overheated body and the shocking chill of the ring causes Yunho’s tongue to loll out of his mouth, leaving him panting like a dog.
“Does it feel good, puppy?” Mingi asks, a smirk etched onto his full lips.
Yunho nods, accompanying it with a pleasured whine. He nuzzles his head against the door as Mingi begins scissoring his fingers open and closed.
“You’re taking my fingers so well.” Mingi emphasizes by quickening his pace, pumping two digits in and out of Yunho’s hole. “Such a good boy.”
Tears spring to Yunho’s eyes, reveling in the praise but also slightly frustrated that Mingi still isn’t filling him in the way he needs. Mingi catches on to this, swiftly inserting a third finger.
“Only a bit more, you can do it.” He reassures Yunho.
Yunho mewls as Mingi withdraws his fingers for the final time. The android releases his hold on Yunho’s wrists, letting them fall to his sides. He listens intently to the rustle of fabric and watches from the corner of his eye as Mingi pulls his turtleneck off and tosses it to the side.
Yunho smirks as he thinks to himself not very tidy now, are we?
Mingi does the same with his slacks, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. Yunho has barely a second to admire Mingi’s naked form before he seizes Yunho by the waist, pulling him backward before they both collapse on the bed.
Yunho lands on top, situated on the other’s lap with his back facing Mingi. The android squeezes Yunho’s waist affectionately and runs his hands along his lower back all the way to his thighs.
“Hurry.” Yunho whines, impatient as ever.
He braces his hands on Mingi’s thighs before he raises his hips, moving his ass in seductive circles. He hears Mingi groan and decides to deliver the killing blow by looking over his shoulder and offering the best puppy eyes he can manage.
“I need you.”
Mingi grunts in acknowledgement, giving Yunho’s waist one last comforting squeeze before reaching for his own cock and positioning it against Yunho’s pliant hole. Utilizing his last bit of self-control, he slowly eases himself down on Mingi’s manufactured length. Yunho, who was unable to get a good look at Mingi’s body before, is utterly surprised by how much his body is being stretched around Mingi’s dick. The descent also feels like it takes an eternity.
Once Yunho is finally fully seated on Mingi’s cock, his mind has been melted into an unintelligible mush. All he can feel is Mingi inside of him. Mingi’s hands around his waist. Mingi’s silver rings leaving indents on his soft skin.
The pair moan in the shared satisfaction of finally being joined together. Mingi only gives Yunho a moment to adjust before his grip on the other’s hips tighten, and Yunho feels himself being lifted halfway off Mingi’s cock before being yanked back down again. Mingi’s own eagerness translates into his actions, setting a relentless pace to the pattern of lifting and dropping he’s submitting Yunho to.
Yunho can only surrender, the velvet drag of Mingi’s massive cock wrapping him up in a blanket of pure ecstasy. Only moving off of the instinct to please, Yunho uselessly tries to swirl his hips in circles in an attempt to add to Mingi’s own pleasure. However, his attempts are futile thanks to the way Mingi’s cock abuses his prostate causes his hips to stutter.
Despite Mingi being the creation designed to satisfy, Yunho is the one who feels like a toy. Completely at the mercy of the other. His body is left to spasm and his hole to clench around the intrusion. His toes curl and his back arches as Mingi’s efforts increase in speed, fucking Yunho in the way only a machine could.
Suddenly, Yunho feels Mingi’s cock come to life in a sense. The silicone that fills him suddenly begins to vibrate, adding another layer of pure ecstasy to Yunho’s fucked out mind. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he takes what Mingi gives him, an endless string of moans and curses tumbling from his open mouth.
“You feel so good, pup. Look at you, taking my cock so well. Fuck, can’t wait to cum in you and mark you as mine.” Mingi grits through his teeth, thrusting upward to meet Yunho halfway.
The praise causes Yunho to let out filthy moans, his stiff cock drooling out a constant stream of precum as it bounces along with Mingi’s thrusts. The possessiveness of Mingi’s tone seems to be what sends him over the edge.
With a shout of Mingi’s name, Yunho cums for the second time that night.
Mingi does not care that Yunho has finished, pushing him into overstimulation as his pace somehow only gets faster. With a few more thrusts, Mingi finally sheathes himself fully inside of Yunho, painting his walls with pulses of synthetic cum. The vibrating slowly comes to a stop, and the string holding Yunho’s body taut snaps as he slumps backward. Mingi catches him, and turns the both of them on their sides.
“You seem much too tired to continue. Would you like me to enter aftercare mode?” Mingi asks Yunho once he catches his breath.
Yunho hums in affirmation. He lays in the bed, body limp and loose, as Mingi rises and leaves the room.
“I’m going to get a towel and some water. I’ll be back soon.”
Yunho gently drifts off into a light sleep while Mingi is gone, only waking up to the feeling of a cool washcloth being dragged between his legs and over his stomach. Mingi props Yunho up on some pillows before coaxing water into his mouth.
“Do you want me to wash the sheets now?”
Yunho shakes his head as he swallows down a mouthful of water.
“Later. For now, all I want is some sleep.”
“Of course.”
Mingi takes back the water bottle and screws the cap back on, leaving it to sit on the bedside table. He lays down beside Yunho before carefully gathering him into his arms and pressing him up against his chest. Mingi’s body is warm and smells like lavender. The calming presence of Mingi paired with the gentle hands soothing his back lull Yunho into a deep sleep.
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