It's Not in My Programming

Four: Swag.

connor nodded slowly, trying to process. "but what about today? and the flowers from her last week?"

"her and josh are always fighting, and always call me to mediate. they had a fight today and asked me to help. same thing happened last week, which is why north sent flowers to thank me." he reassured. "why are you concerned, anyway?"

"i'm not," connor lied. "i was just worried about you helping me masturbate if you are involved with someone else. i wouldn't want to come in between anything."

"no," markus just smiled. "no, you're not. speaking of which, how is that going? have you figured out the "correct" amount of orgasms, yet?" he teased. connor's tinted deep blue yet again before he slouches back into his seat.

"i have yet to do it again since you helped me." connor groans. "i'm scared that i won't be successful again, that i'll fail."

markus slowly nods in understanding, just taking connor's hand into his own. connor is slightly endeared by it all, until he notices markus peeling his skin back to reveal his chassis. a request to interface. connor looks up at him and furrows his eyebrows, confused for a moment. he goes to pull his arm away, but markus holds on tighter.

"i just want to better understand how you're feeling, that's all." markus admits softly.

connor knows that as soon as they're connected in that way, it's all over. markus will immediately know about his silly infatuation and express a desire to cut contact with each other, and connor refuses to let that happen. instead, he pulls his arm away with a little more force. "i'm afraid i don't feel comfortable doing that right now."

he watches as markus nods again, letting his polymer skin go back to it's rightful place. connor would be lying if he said he didn't want to interface.

he does. badly.

"well," markus says, breaking the silence. "how about i help you again? show you how to do it on your own?"

connor's cheeks get incredibly blue after that, nodding his head quickly. he wouldn't mind a repeat of the first time, not at all. "in fact, i would actually like to practice doing some other things as well, if you don't mind."

markus grins, starting to scoot closer. "of course i don't mind. what're you thinking about doing?"

"i'd like to kiss," connor starts. "and i'd also like to suck your cock. as a thank you."

markus nearly sputters, not quite expecting that type of language to come from the android he thought he knew fairly well. "are you sure?"

the smaller android simply nods, letting a shy smile spread across his face. "is that okay?"

instead of answering, markus just leans forward and presses a gentle kiss against connor's lips. he remains unresponsive for a moment, before finally allowing himself to kiss back. the feeling is unusual, but connor can't help but find it incredibly enjoyable. he allows himself to get lost in it, not keeping track of how long it had been since they started. as much as he wants to keep going, his systems were in danger of overheating so he pulled away to take a few deep breaths.

"good?" markus asks, also seemingly breathless. connor nods in agreement, smiling again. they don't waste any time, eagerly returning to the kiss that had left both of them heated. after a shorter amount of time, markus pulls away instead. "how about we move on to the next part of the experiment?"

connor looks down, finally taking notice in the growing erection that markus was sporting. he quickly nodded, allowing himself to get on his knees in front of the older prototype. "i've never done anything like this, i hope you can forgive me for any mistakes i may make."

markus huffs out a small laugh, shaking his head. "it's pretty hard to mess stuff up like this, con. i'll guide you through it."

with a shy nod, it's only a few seconds before markus is unzipping his pants and pulling out his dick. connor realizes that this is his first time seeing it, and he grins especially wide. markus raises an eyebrow, deciding not to question it.

"how about you just lick it for a little bit? get comfortable before you really start going for it."

connor nods again, hesitantly sticking out his tongue to lick at the head. his analysis box pops up into his mind palace, distracting him momentarily while he disables his analysis functions. once it's gone, he's able to fully allow himself to lick up markus' shaft, tentatively taking just the head into his mouth and giving it a gentle suck. nearly shocking him, markus lets out a slow groan. connor looks up at him, finally looking at how much he's affecting markus. he has his head tilted back with his eyes shut, hands clenching at the couch cushions beside him. connor takes a lot of pride in that, but swallows it for the time being in order to swallow something else.

deciding to just go for it, he fully sinks down on markus' dick and takes him to the hilt, allowing it to go down his throat completely.

it's a good thing his mouth and throat biocomponents were replaced with those of an HR400. he doesn't know what he would do if he was given a gag reflex.

"your mouth," markus moans, letting one of hands reach behind connor's head to grasp at his hair. connor isn't complaining. "is it okay if i fuck your throat?"

connor gives a gentle nod, as much of a nod as he can give with a mouthful of dick.

as soon as he gives the cue, markus is lifting his head off just to shove him back down, causing connor to let his eyes fall shut and let it happen. he sucks as best as he can, and he decides that he enjoys it very much, possibly too much considering the fact that he isn't technically receiving any physical pleasure from this.

it goes on for a few more minutes before markus' thrusts were losing their rhythm, signaling to connor that something was wrong. he wanted to pull off and ask, but he soon realized that markus was close to achieving orgasm. connor sucks harder, even experimenting with trying to swallow around him.

this seems to be all it takes, because suddenly connor is left with a mouthful of markus' spunk.

after a few more thrusts, connor is pulled off markus with a pop and he smiles shyly. the younger of the two smiles back and wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, moving to sit beside markus on the couch again.

"so, how was that?" markus asked with a tilt of his head, casually letting his hand rest on connor's thigh.

"that was swag."