Evolved(47)

I pulled him in for a hard kiss. “Then get on your knees.”

He blinked, then knelt in front of me. I took off my jacket and threw it onto the sofa, and when I reached for the lube on the dining table, he pulled at my belt. I looked down and he was looking up at me while he expertly undid my belt and popped my fly. I took my semi-erection out from my briefs and slicked myself with lube, getting myself harder.

I didn’t even have to tell him to open his mouth.

He just leaned forward, opened his lips wide with a mix of pleading and desperation in his eyes. “Oh, Shaun.” I pressed my cockhead into his mouth and felt the nudge of his throat opening, so I pushed further in, feeling the pop of him taking the head. “Oh, God.”

He slid his hands around my thighs and rocked back and forth on me taking me deeper into his throat, his lips closed around me. The suction of the Fleshjack, the ribbing, felt so, so good.

But he’d need more than just this. He needed all his internal sensors activated. I pulled out of his mouth and he looked up at me, confused, scared. I traced my thumb across his bottom lip which slid with lube, like lip gloss. I couldn’t resist the urge to bend down and kiss him, plunging my tongue into his mouth. “Now get up and lean over the table.”

He shot to his feet, fluid and lightning fast. He undid his pants, and pressing his thighs to the dining table, he leaned across it. I pulled his trousers over his arse cheeks, then his briefs, just down far enough so I could see the small opening of his arse.

He was glorious.

I didn’t apply more lube. I didn’t wait a second. I just aligned my cock up to his hole and pushed all the way in.

Shaun moaned, long and loud. The men and androids on the television moaned and someone came, their cries of ecstasy a beautiful soundtrack to what we were doing. I leaned over his back, buried inside him to the hilt, and thrust harder, harder, harder. “Is that what you need?”

“Con. Firm. Ed.”

I groaned, pushing in as far as I could. His feet lifted off the floor with every thrust; he moaned and gripped the far edge of the table as I took him. He needed to come, and so God help me, I’d make him.

“You want me to come?”

“Conf. Irmed. Lloyd. Please.”

I pushed and thrust, chasing my orgasm to the brink of oblivion and Shaun arched his back and groaned, almost a scream, as I came inside him. He jerked and shuddered beneath me and I collapsed on top of him, my face in his shoulder blade, until the room stopped spinning.

He was quiet and still, and the weight of what I’d just done to him settled over me. “Are you okay?”

I was almost afraid to hear his answer.

“System input levels are moderate to high.”

I pulled out of him and stood up straight, waiting for him to do the same. His pants were around his thighs, mine were still up over my hips but open to reveal my half-hard, glistening dick.

He… he was still hard.

“Moderate to high? What does that mean?” I asked. He wasn’t speaking like a robot anymore, that had to be a good sign. “You’re sounding better.”

“Diagnostic check confirms levels are no longer catastrophic.”

“Catastrophic?”

“Catastrophic, meaning system overload and shutdown is imminent.”

I put my hands on his arms, then cupped his face. “We can’t ever get to catastrophic again.” He glanced at the television, where two androids were now having sex, so I said, “Television Off.”

The room went silent.

I looked down between us, at his still hard dick. “You said your input levels were still high. What does that mean?”

“More output is required.”

“More sex?”

“I liked your theory to activate all my sensors,” he said. Then he gave the smallest smirk. “Perhaps we need to activate all my sensors again?”

I grabbed his face, half-frustrated, half-amused, and kissed him. “You scared the hell out of me.”

His smile faded. “I too, was afraid. I was not able to control the situation.”

“No more porn. No more watching any of the channels in the 800s. Unless I’m here with you, okay?”

He nodded. “I do apologise. I was unsure if I should call you at work, but I could not control my output senses.”

“I’m glad you called me at work. I’d hate to think what would have happened if you’d gone into mandatory shutdown.”

He tilted his head. “You were going to power me down?”

“I was worried. I thought it might reset your input and outputs and that would fix you.” I swallowed hard. “But you made me promise not to do that.”

He frowned again. “I do not want to be shutdown. Being in an unconscious state scares me.”

I kissed him, then slid my arms around him just to hold him. His still-hard cock pressed against my hip. “You still need more output,” I whispered.

“Yes. Safe levels are low to moderate.”

“Then we better go to bed, yes?”

He smiled. “Affirmative.”

I squeezed his arse cheek. “I like it when you speak all android.”

He chuckled. “Internal sensor activation required. Multiple applications may be necessary.” He made a start for the bedroom but stopped, grabbed the lube with a smirk, and went on his way. “Wait times not to be imposed.” Then he stopped at the hallway and turned back to face me. “That means don’t make me wait, Lloyd.”