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The bell over the door jingled to signal someone's arrival. You sighed from behind the counter, facing away from the entrance as you placed another mechanical part on the shelf.
“Sorry, I'm just about to close up shop.”
“Aw, well that's a shame. You sure you can't make an exception for lil ‘ol me?”
You turned upon hearing a familiar southern drawl. You rushed over and frantically closed the blinds before stepping out to flip the sign to the CLOSED side.
“Didn't I tell you to sneak in from upstairs?” You whispered harshly, peeking through the blinds. “What if someone saw you? Just because you have a bounty on your head doesn't mean I want one too!”
You shuddered as you felt his powerful arms hug your waist from behind, his sturdy form pressed against your back. The faint scent of gunpowder filled your senses as he rested his head on your shoulder. The anxiety building within you seemed to simmer down at his presence, and you gradually melted into him.
“Relax sugar, I know what I'm doin’. Wouldn't wanna give a sweet thing like you any trouble.” Though his voice was as gruff as always, his tone teetered on a purr. The gentle rumble felt like heaven to your ear as he spoke into it.
Taking the flustered state you were in as encouragement, Boothill smirked as he let his hands wander. They slid beneath your shirt, the article of clothing being pushed up the higher his hand roamed. Your ceaseless trembling only continued as his metal fingers trailed along your skin. His body could be similar to a cellphone in temperature: cold or lukewarm at first, but gets hotter depending on the environment or how worked up he is. By now his touch was already warm, it was from the moment he walked in. And if the kisses he gave your neck were any indicator, you'd say he's been thinking about this for a while.
You tilted your head to grant him more access, and let out a sharp gasp as he immediately took advantage of it. One of his hands that had previously been playing with your chest trailed back down your abdomen. You started to squirm as it approached the waistband of your pants. Boothill wore a toothy smile.
“So needy, what's got you all hot ‘n bothered sweetheart? You wanted my hands on you that bad?”
Before you could even form a response, the sound of shuffling came from the storage room. You tensed, your foggy brain instantly clearing up and kicking into hyperdrive. You spun around and pushed Boothill towards the stairs despite his objections.
“Just shut up and go hide!” You whisper-yelled.
He scoffed and ascended the stairs, his boots clinking with each step. You pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance.
“ Quietly!”
He paused to roll his eyes then tiptoed up the remainder of steps. Just as he faded into the dark hallway on the second level, your boss emerged from the storage room. The old man wore an apologetic look on his face as his eyes landed on you.
“Sorry, I took a little nap during my break. I didn't mean to sleep for so long…”
“It's okay, I closed early anyway. There were barely any orders and the repairs were manageable enough that I had them done in no time.”
“That's good to hear,” he smiled warmly, then turned his puzzled gaze towards the stairwell. “I could have sworn I heard someone walking just now…”
You placed your hands on his shoulders and feigned concern as you guided him out of the shop.
“You must still be tired, I'll lock up. You should take it easy tonight boss.”
Your boss murmured something in agreement and departed from the store. The moment he left you quickly bolted all the locks and turned off the light. That was way too close. The thing is: you may or may not be harboring a fugitive. You and Boothill first met when he dragged himself into your shop. Sparks flew, metaphorically and in a literal sense since his metal plates had been sliced open and the exposed wires were actually sparking. After you patched him up, he spent some time recovering in your bedroom before he was off on the hunt again. In that short time, the two of you had gotten to know each other. What you didn't expect was that he would keep coming back. He's like a stray cat you keep feeding.
It was rare for people like him to return to the same place twice, let alone several times. Now, well… he's here almost every night.
You opened the door to your bedroom and closed it behind you. Boothill sat on the bed with his back propped against the headboard. The red LED sign from next door gave him a faint glow in the darkness. Somehow, he still managed to look like he was shrouded in mystery even though you two were so close. His boots were already off and stood empty on the floor, a sign that he had already gotten comfortable since he knew damn well you weren't going to let him put his crusty ass stompers on the bed. He had been waiting silently for your arrival, with the smooth jazz on the radio being the only sound to accompany him.
His eye flicked up to you the moment you entered, a hint of excitement igniting in his stare. Lured by his lustful gaze, you sauntered over to the bed.
The mattress dipped slightly as you knelt on it and scooted towards him. His jagged teeth formed a grin as he watched you straddle his waist, his hands automatically coming up to rest on your thighs. You wrapped your arms around him and leaned in to press your lips against his. He reciprocated without hesitation, following the lead you set. Boothill's mouth always gives yours a slight tingling sensation whenever you kiss, but you didn't mind. In fact, you liked it. Fortunately, he always pops a mint so you don't taste the metal from the bullets he swallows.
“ Come in through the window next time.” You said sternly as you pulled back for a breath.
“Anythin’ for you darlin'” He breathed, though you were certain he wasn't paying attention to a word you said since he hadn't even opened his eye and went back to kissing you the second the words left his mouth.
His hands moved up to cup your cheeks, pulling you into a much deeper kiss. And he says you're the needy one… Despite him being mostly artificial, his kisses were still sloppy and brimming with passion. It drew out a small moan from you as his tongue licked into your mouth. He shifted from taking his time to absolutely ravishing your lips. His breaths came in shallow through his nose, and soon yours did too. Suddenly he decided you had way too much clothes on. His hands bunched up the base of your shirt and rolled it over your head, tossing it Lan knows where. You had your fill of the slow and steady treatment as well. Your hands descended to his belt, which was a first. His breath hitched as you pulled apart the buckle.
“W-wait–”
Too late. You would have stopped of course, but the second before he said that you had already made quick work of the belt. You glanced down to find… nothing. It was just the same smooth metal plating that made up the rest of him. You looked up at Boothill and spotted a blush blooming in his face as he averted his gaze. Well that explains a lot. Whenever you two got together, he always focused on getting you off then called it quits. The one time you tried to go down on him he insisted he had something to take care of and took off running. Honestly, you felt like you should have noticed this sooner but many times your mind was so blanked out from him finger fucking the daylights out of you that you didn't notice there was nothing there when he was pressed against you.
“Why didn't you say something?” You asked.
His face grew redder by the second, “well–! What the fork am I supposed to say?”
You sat back on his lap with a frown.
“I thought you just… never got hard. That maybe… you don't find me attractive.”
Boothill sat up with a start.
“I don't– what? That ain't true at all! Ah fudge, I'm so forkin’ stupid. Listen sweetcheeks, I'd be hard as a nerd in a strip club if I could be, honest. But… well y'know…”
He sighed, the glint in his eyes dimming slightly.
“Truth is I can't feel much of anythin’ really. I mean, getting roughed up still hurts like a son of a nice lady but bein’ touched ain't got much of an effect on me. That's why I just don't bother.”
As Boothill was speaking, you sank deep into thought. Your silence seemed to trouble him, causing him to sputter out some assurance.
“You ain't gotta worry about me, we can just–”
A memory finally reared its head and you got off of him, moving to the bedside to rummage through the table. Upon not finding what you were searching for there, you walked to the bookshelf in the room's corner. Boothill's curious stare followed your every move as you continued your determined and somewhat frantic search. You finally picked up a black book with a bland cover of some wires and other parts. It was still in great condition since it hadn't been picked up in a long while, and contained only a few pages. You returned to Boothill, sitting beside him on the bed.
“This is the book I read when I was fixing you up the first time,” you flipped open the book and swiftly scanned through the pages, “it's your manual.”
“And that means..?”
You proudly pointed at a diagram.
“There's a switch that turns your sensitivity up,” you then grimaced, “but you're not gonna wanna know where it is…”
He quirked a brow with an unamused expression, “but you're gonna tell me anyway?”
“Actually, I can show you.”
The blush ghosting Boothill's cheeks darkened as you tugged his pants down. His eyes widened as you reached for the lube you kept nearby.
“Don't tell me it's…”
You raised your hands with an innocent expression, “hey don't blame me blame the designer.”
“What kinda idiot kinky piece of shirt would put somethin’ in there?!”
You shrugged, “dunno, I could just unscrew your butt plates and access it that way orrrr… we could do it the fun way.”
Boothill shot you an incredulous look. You're being way too cool about all this. Ultimately he scoffed, the red in his face fanning out to the tips of his ears.
“Well go on then, just get it over with.”
You couldn't suppress the crazed smile that graced your lips. You absolutely adored tampering with robots and cyborgs, that's the main reason you work at this shop in the first place. There was something so fascinating about taking them apart and fixing them. Boothill was an especially enjoyable case considering A. it always gets him flustered and B. he's the most beautiful piece of biotech you've ever seen. Your hand dipped between the cleft of his ass and you slowly eased in a finger, which had Boothill coyly turning away. As you called out to him he refused to look at you and shut his eyes instead.
“This… This feels a little…” He muttered before his next breath faltered, sounding like a shaky gasp. Your fingertip had brushed something. You tried to focus on finding it again, but were captured by Boothill's reactions. You had never seen this side of him. Since he couldn't feel anything, he never made any noise and rarely drifted away from a smug expression. Your brows furrowed in concentration and you doubled your efforts, desperate to see more.
As you curled the digit it caught on the switch, flicking it to the activated side. Boothill's hand flew up to cover his mouth, muffling a whiny little moan behind his palm. A shiver zipped up his body and his hips briefly rolled up into your touch. A look of confusion marked his face as he let his hand drop to his side. His chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath.
“T-that– what just happened?”
You withdrew your finger, “I'm guessing that means it worked but… there's only one way to find out for sure.”
“Mhm, I like the sound of that.” He said with a lopsided smile.
You pinned Boothill down by his shoulders and he let himself be held down. His stare seemed to be glued to you in anticipation, his hat now almost shielding it due to all the movement and shifting. You pulled down his collar and placed a kiss on his neck. It seemed to get a rise out of him, as the hand that was resting low on the small of your back tensed a bit. You journeyed onwards, leaving open mouthed kisses down his body. He quivered at the sensation. Typically, this wouldn't really do anything for him. But now he could feel the heat of your kiss, the wetness of your tongue, the soft press of your lips as you descended farther and farther. He couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.
He arched into you as you reached one of his scars right above his waistline. You grasped his hips and forced them onto the bed. The action had him biting his lip, turning his head to the side on the pillow.
“Baby if you keep kissin’ on me like that I’m gonna melt…” His confession was breathless, practically evaporating in the air the second it left his mouth.
You tilted your head as you noticed the crevices surrounding the metal plate at his crotch leaking some sort of substance. Is that… oil? No, not the right colour. It was clear like water, and ran like it too. It didn't have any particular smell either. You momentarily consulted the manual.
“Hm, apparently you can get wet.”
“Maybe it's just a malfunction.” He tried.
“Nope, 100% intentional.”
The sopping wet piece of metal fascinated you. If it's meant to mimic genitalia, then maybe… Curious, you licked a stripe along it from the base of the section to the top. The liquid didn't have an overwhelming flavour, it only carried a sweet undertone. You found that you enjoyed the taste and continued dragging your tongue along the plating. The more attention you gave it, the more liquid seeped out. Boothill's breathing picked up, and he once again meekly reached up to cover his mouth as he watched you. But it was useless: his fingers were shaking, his pants and moans escaping through the gaps. It… was an indescribable feeling, almost strange or foreign. He had never been this sensitive, not even when he was human. Just the feeling of your heated breaths brushing against him set his sensors ablaze.
You gazed up at him through your lashes, making direct eye contact with him. He felt like he would fall apart at any second, literally . Boothill broke the contact as he fell back on the pillow, unable to muster the strength to sit up any longer. His entire body quaked in response to your actions. He rested his hand atop your head to encourage you and his lips parted to release the most glorious sound as you alternated between licks and kisses.
“F-fuck–”
His eyes widened a fraction.
“Oh yeah, I forgot,” you said between kisses, “your sensitivity switch seems to override your synesthesia beacon settings.”
He shook his head with a breathy whimper, “respectfully gorgeous, I ain't hearin’ a word comin’ outta your mouth. Just don't stop, please don't stop.”
He tilted his head back with a huff.
“Oh fuck,” he wet his lips before inhaling sharply, “k-keep doin’ that…”
Your tongue seemed to erase every other thought in his mind. All he could do was gasp and curse. He couldn't even think of biting his lip to silence himself. At this point he was dripping onto the sheets. Gods you felt so good, this is the best he's ever felt in his life. Maybe he oughta thank the twisted engineer that put him together after all. Though the heat in his stomach was about to unravel altogether, and his hips were beginning to lift into your mouth involuntarily. He pulled your hair in a daze. You stopped and looked up at him, your lips glistening as the substance ran down your chin. Shit… Boothill was about to cum all over himself just from the sight of you.
He swallowed hard and took a moment to catch his breath before speaking.
“I wanna… make you feel good too.”
With that, he shakily sat up and shifted until he was on his knees. His gaze, undoubtedly glazed over with desire, fell upon you.
“Lay back for me, angel.”
His voice was utterly ruined with pleasure, reaching a new depth you hadn't heard before. You obeyed his command, laying back with your legs spread in invitation. He yanked your pants down your legs and tossed them aside. If he was lucky, they would disappear and you'd never find them again. Boothill grabbed his hat and placed it on your head, then held your thighs apart as he scooted forward. As a test, he rolled his hips into you. Your breath hitched at the sensation of the drenched metal sliding against you. He groaned deep in his throat.
“ Much better. Think I can get you off like this darlin'?”
“Honestly, I'm pretty sure you could do anything to me.” You confessed, not quite liking how desperate you sounded but not quite caring enough to hide it either.
Boothill seemed to enjoy you unraveling at the seams because he responded with an airy chuckle. He continued to grind into you, the slow jazz in the background quickly being replaced by soft grunts and quiet moans. Admittedly, the sensation was a bit strange. The plating was slick and not as hard as the rest of his body. However, it was far from the feeling of skin on skin. It didn't have the same feeling as rutting against fabric either. But even though it was different, it wasn't bad at all. The smoothness still drew a shudder from the pit of your stomach that spread like wildfire, scorching through your body until you had to grasp onto Boothill in a pointless attempt to ground yourself to this world. The all-consuming flame of pleasure seemed to flood from you to him, causing his gaze to darken and his already unstable breaths to falter even more.
“God damn you're a pretty sight,” he sighed. His voice was a touch rougher than usual, which you noticed was a common occurrence whenever he got worked up. “Don't you ever think otherwise, you hear me?”
You nodded instantly, unsure if you could even form a response in this state. Boothill looked insanely hot like this. His piercing stare was locked onto you through the gaps of monochrome hair hanging over his face. Since the crimson lighting from outside was the only light source in the room, it gave him an alluring glow in the shadows. It only heightened the intensity of his stare, and emphasized his threatening presence in the best way. You wouldn't admit it to him, but you liked the thrill he brought to your life. You enjoyed sneaking around with him, you secretly liked the fact that he's dangerous… but never to you. It was exciting, and you're glad you've never seen him fight because you're sure you'd nut all over yourself. Don't tell him that.
Boothill's movements got more insistent as he succumbed to the firm grasp of his desire, his fingertips denting the skin of your thighs. His tight grip was sure to leave bruises that would keep you away from wearing shorts for a long time.
“If I had it my way,” he huffed, “I'd hit all those spots that make you whine for me.” He curled forward slightly, rutting into you with more force than before. “shit, I'd get you so cock drunk you'd cry. I'd fuck you stupid darlin’.”
You gave a small whimper at his commentary, because words couldn't begin to describe how much you wanted that. The heat possessing you was overwhelming by now. You reached down to sandwich your hand between your legs as you writhed, dying for more friction. Boothill took notice immediately, and to his demise, seeing you so flushed and needy was the very thing that pushed him over his edge.
“God– fuck–!”
His shuddering breath broke off with a deep, louder than usual moan. He pulled his lip between his pointed teeth as his hips attempted to prolong the burst of ecstasy. However, the unwavering lust in his eyes told you that he wasn't satisfied. And he wouldn't be, not until you get off too.
Unable to stand the sweltering heat any longer, you abruptly sat up and pushed him back, causing him to sit down and pull you onto his lap. You held his shoulders in a firm grasp and grinded on him, harder, faster than he was doing to you before. You chased your release like you would die without it, like you were a moment away from crumbling into dust. Boothill heaved, his intense stare never breaking contact with yours and his sly grin refusing to depart from his face.
“That's it, take what you want angel.” He threw his head back with a silent cry, “ fuck, I bet you'd ride like a fuckin’ champ. I'd have you grabbin’ my shoulders just like this, make you take every inch of me.”
Your nails dug into his plating as you gasped out his name.
“Yeah? You want that? C'mon then, use me.” His fingertips dug into the flesh of your waist to guide your thrusts, “cum on my cock sweetheart.”
Maybe he was a bit too caught up in the fantasy, but it seemed to be enough to send you crashing into your climax. You hugged him close and tensed with a whine as you finished on his stomach. You trembled through your orgasm, your hips still rolling into him as you chased after the ghost of your high. Once you finally stilled, you noticed Boothill rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb and planting soft kisses on your neck.
“I'm right here darlin’, I got you.”
You stayed like that for a while, the two of you taking some time to even out your breathing and relax in each other's embrace. Once the static of your mind finally dissipated, you rested your forehead against his and tenderly cupped his face.
“I wish you had told me about this sooner. You don't… have to suffer, okay? I don't want this to be one-sided. You deserve to feel good too. You're perfect just the way you are.”
A faint blush settled on his cheeks as his lips parted in shock. He didn't reply, and simply pulled you into his arms for a fond hug that matched his smile.