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Saint is lying back in bed with Osiris comfortably curled up against him.
"Do you ever think about Saints one through thirteen?" Osiris asks him, a tattooed hand aimlessly tracing the curves and textures of Saint's synthfibre stomach.
"Not often." Saint responds, his faceplates shifting to convey curiosity, "I cannot access their memories, so I have no context in which to think of them."
"I do," Osiris admits "on occasion . . "
"Oh?" Saint asks, prompting further explanation.
"I think of how, whoever they were, whatever struggles they faced, it was all in service of bringing you forth."
Saint smiles, tracing his phoenix's back with a comforting hand, he enjoys when Osiris gets philosophical.
"So you think of them fondly?" Saint asks, and Osiris is quiet as he thinks of his answer.
"In a way" he admits "I also think of them with a sense of pity. They were not you, not yet, not quite"
Saint notices then that Osiris's hand has traced lower and lower and his fingers now play at the waistband of Saint's underwear. Saint takes a breath in and sighs, relaxing into the cushions even further, enjoying the way Osiris teases him both with his hands and his words.
"They did not have you" Saint offers and enjoys the way Osiris smiles, at once tender and also smug. Osiris slips his hand under the waistband and his warm palm finds Saints synthetic cock, already stirring from Saint's anticipation. Osiris looks up at Saint now, as he runs his palm over the silicone organ, watching as the lights in Saints optics flicker in imitation of eyelids fluttering closed.
"True" he admits "They did not have me."
Saint hums in agreement, eyes closed, floating in the pleasure Osiris is providing. His bird now takes his cock fully in hand, fingers wrapping around his length to stroke and tug at the sensitive silicone.
The movements are hindered somewhat by Saint's underwear but Osiris is in no hurry, he is enjoying the feel of Saint in his hand. He often enjoys taking his time to map every part of his Exo lover, but he is known to take special pleasure in Saint-14's cock. The craftsmanship that went into the design and manufacture of a sexual reproductive organ for a body that, by technical standards, has no use for it. Saint cannot reproduce biologically and yet his cock stands hard and warm in Osiris' hand, and if he strokes it just right, it will even simulate ejaculation with a synthetic substance created solely for that single purpose.
Osiris rubs at Saint's cock with a stroke of his thumb, his slow movements shifting now to a glacial pace. He wonders, not for the first time, if perhaps he should seek out similar lost Golden Age technology to modify his own.
"Whoever they were, these other Saints," Osiris mused, resting his chin on Saint's impressive soft chest "Their minds were rebooted, unable to take whatever strain Bray science put on them. Perhaps they were subjected to that insane madman's experimentation, perhaps they were given the wrong body . . one that did not match their mind . . "
"You are thinking of my body," Saint points out "and how it relates to your experience with your own body?" Saint flickers his eyes back on to reach up and caress Osiris' head with a hand.
Osiris leans his head comfortably into Saints touch and resumes the lazy stroking of his lovers cock.
"I am, my Saint" Osiris agrees "I know there is no point dwelling on the past, or on things that are difficult to change-"
"But sometimes you cannot help but wonder what it could be like if you had the power to change your form so drastically?" Saint comforts Osiris. They have had this conversation many times before. Osiris has made peace, time and again with the body he was raised with. A body that Sagira was always careful to keep each tattoo and scar in their correct places, just as before, which was as close as he could get to his ideal form with the resources he had.
Osiris sighs, contemplative, and his hand stills once more. The two of them lie there in comfortable silence, bodies pressed together, eyes closed.
Then Osiris takes another deep breath and sits up. The mood shifts as Osiris takes both hands and pulls Saints underwear down exposing his impressive cock to the bedroom air.
"I also sometimes wonder if the reason you went through so many reboots was because it took Bray Science that many tries to get the size of your cock right, look at it, its huge"
Saint laughs, a big deep belly laugh, overflowing with adoration for his silly, brilliant, overthinking Osiris.
"Yessss" he crows with his thick accent "That is right, only the best cock for Saint-14 or he will go insane from DER" he pulls Osiris on top of him in a big bear hug and kisses him silly.
"And only the best cock for my Phoenix to ride"
Osiris smiles and decides that, yes, today his body is exactly the right shape to be pleased by Saint-14.