Warning! NSFW
-1998-
"Ennard."
"What?"
"We've been together ten years." Michael turned to the red-haired man sitting beside him with a grin on his face, he placed a calendar on their side table. "And we've been dating for five years."
Ennard glanced at him uncomprehendingly. "So?"
"Quite a long time, isn't it?"
He nodded in agreement and returned his attention to the book he was reading. Michael puffed out his cheeks in annoyance at that response, he somewhat grunted before turning back to Ennard and looking Ennard up and down. Come to think of it, they had spent quite some time together. Whether it was as an enemy or lover. He genuinely loved every moment of being together with him. His grin was back on his face.
"Ennard~?"
"What?"
Michael shifted slightly toward Ennard. "Aren't you bored of me?" he asked, still shifting.
Ennard just shook his head. "Why would I be bored?"
"Aww, you really love me?" Michael teased Ennard heavily, he saw how Ennard's cheeks were slowly turning red even though the man kept a straight face. "How sweet. You in the past probably would have denied and reviled me all over. Insulting me all times."
"Yeah, yeah."
The eldest Afton just giggled, before he got annoyed again that Ennard was more concerned with the book than focusing on him. Michael stole the book, causing Ennard to taken aback for awhile. Before he could protest, Michael moved into Ennard's lap and threw his arms around Ennard's neck, before pressing their lips together.
That surprised Ennard a little, but he did nothing but hold Michael's waist to get closer to his body while closing his eyes. Michael pressed the back of his head to deepen the kiss, while he bit Michael's lower lip, making Michael open his mouth and he slipped his tongue inside. Soft moans began to be heard, Ennard invited their tongues to wrestle and interlock with each other, clear liquid came out of the corners of each other's mouths.
Then he was feeling a hand slide into his clothes, Michael stroked his chest sensually, seeming to make his flinch as he held his nipple. He pushed Michael away gently, their kiss breaking and saliva forming a thin bridge between their tongues.
"Your hand needs to be taught some manners," Ennard said as he took Michael's hand out of his clothes.
"Really?" Michael chuckled, took Ennard's hand back before pulling it close to his face, then kissed the palm of the hand before licking it briefly.
Ennard watched how Michael then sucked his middle finger, his cheeks slowly heating up—they had never done anything like this before. Never once, probably only an intense kiss. He found it odd and bizarre, but he liked it. With his other hand he cupped the side of Michael's face slowly and caressed it, Michael seemed to enjoy it while still licking his finger. After that he took his saliva-stained fingers out of Michael's mouth, not long after that they pressed their lips back together.
Whether on purpose or not, Michael leaned his lower body slightly right onto his mound, startling him momentarily but he covered it perfectly, he pulled their faces away briefly to get some air before returning to kissing. Michael's moaning was low, but he could still hear it, how he slid his hand back into Michael's shirt and pressed his hard nipples playfully, making the eldest Afton suddenly groan.
This time it was Michael who pushed him slightly to put some distance between them, but his hands were still inside Michael's shirt. Michael looked restrained himself and holding back, gripping his shoulders as he tugged at his nipples. "Now whose hand doesn't know manners, huh?" Michael sounded mocking, he just put a faint smile.
"You teach it to me, then I'll follow your lead," Ennard whispered softly, a blush starting to creep into Michael's ears. "Basically you're a pervert."
"Not really, you're too hot and tempting, handsome. How can I hold myself back?"
"My animatronic form?"
"Still hot."
"You're weird, Michael." Ennard laughed. "I love your madness."
Michael was about to answer, but he seemed to decided not to do his intention and kissed Ennard again instead. His hand moved to unbutton Ennard's shirt, then stroked Ennard's chest again. Ennard caressed Michael's brown hair gently, before gasping when Michael suddenly moved and knelt in front of him—he knew what Michael was going to do, he immediately held Michael's shoulder. "I know I said I love your madness but this—Michael!"
He sounded frantic, Michael didn't pay any heed to him, instead unzipped his pants. He covered half of his face and winced as Michael's tongue touched his nip, then groaned as Michael started to pulverize it. Damn it, he never imagined the man would go this far. He couldn't do anything, even if he refused, then he would only be a hypocrite because he also liked it.
Now Michael began to put it in his mouth and suck it carefully so as not to touch his teeth, his tongue licking the surface of his manhood from bottom to tip, he moaned softly. Damn it, this was completely beyond his expectations. He glanced briefly at Michael who was still busy sucking his erection member.
He ran the wires toward Michael, who was then surprised to find the cord pulling down the sweatpant he was wearing. Michael gasped a bit as the wires coiled around his own manhood and sighed harshly at the sensation, he almost lost his balance on his knees feeling another piece of wire between his entrance. However, Ennard reached out to hold his chin, causing him to look up and exchange glances.
"What are you doing? Keep sucking it."
Michael's cheeks flushed even further, he seemed momentarily stunned before gasping and groaning as Ennard's cords moved through his member to his entrance. He did what Ennard said, returned to carefully sucking his cock, although sometimes he flinched at the movement of Ennard's wires. His libido soared, for a few moments he stopped sucking only to take a deep breath and moan.
Until when Ennard's cables movement became more intense, he began to slowly stroke his cock and he couldn't focus on two things at the same time. The resulting sensation made him stop sucking, a sensation that he couldn't explain, a sensation that made him drift into delusion and pleasure. Ennard's other wire also rubbed his hole gently, making him feel insane—why didn't Ennard just put it inside right away? Michael whimpered and his eyes rolled back slightly to the back of his head, a thin clear liquid flowing out of his mouth.
He moaned and whined. "E-Enn ... mnh, stop doing that—" He gripped the fabric of Ennard's trousers tightly, panting again as Ennard's wires accelerated a back-and-forth motion of his member. "Ahn—Ennard!" Michael bit his lower lip, tears pooling at his lids; he didn't expect the sensation would be like this. He had never done it, it was his first time, shock overtook him. "Damn it, fuck ...."
"I'm just following what you did earlier," Ennard said softly and smiled faintly, now amused by how Michael was suffering with the sensation he felt earlier.
The wires moved faster against Michael's manhood, he could see how Michael's cock was getting tensed—his shoulders tensed as well accompanied by more and more loud moans. While the other cord was still teasing Michael's hole, he didn't dare to put it in because there wasn't really any lubricant to use, other than the oil from his wires, and he wasn't sure Michael would like it.
"Ennard—Ennard please, please ...." Michael gripped the bottom of his shirt tightly while looking at him, pleading, his tears started to flow as his tiny lips let out a pleasure groan. "Ennard I can't—ahn—" Michael whimpered again and whines, his moaning quite loud as he felt something inside him as if it was about to burst out.
Even so, he decided to return to his original job despite the satisfaction Ennard gave him—he also had to satisfy his lover. He put the cock in his mouth again and sucked on it, his ears picking up the faint groans from Ennard as he moved his head up and down, then used his tongue to fiddle with the Ennard's nip.
"Ah—Michael—fuck," Ennard moaned softly feeling Michael intensively licking his member, this whacking pleasure really couldn't be underestimated at all after he tried to tease Michael with his wires. He glanced at Michael only to find Michael had stared at him first, his chest beating rapidly. "Oh—damn—you sure are so tempting to fuck ...."
"Then just fuck me already! Please?"
Ennard thought for a moment, then chuckled lightly. "Maybe another time," he replied, causing Michael to raise his eyebrows in disappointment before yelping to feel the Ennard wires speeding up their movement even more.
"B-but—ahn—mnh ... Ennard!" Michael begged, his head resting on Ennard's thighs as he soon felt as if he were on the cusp of pleasure. His moaning didn't stop as the wires teased him more and more, he was sure that soon he would reach his limit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck ..." Michael squeezed his eyes shut, his body tensed and he seemed to jolt. "Fuck!"
All the pleasures came together and he had an orgasm, the seed hitting his own clothes and a bit of Ennard's pants and dripping onto the floor. He was gasping for air, his chest heaving as the aftertaste of pleasure lingered.
"Wow." That was the first word spoken by him. "What did we just do again?"
"You got horny and started it, that's all I know." Ennard pulled Michael up and sat him on his lap again as he took a tissue to clean the stains off Michael's clothes and any liquid left on his cock.
"You don't like it?"
"I like it." Ennard glared at Michael for a moment, seemed to mean it and assured Michael he didn't mind at all.
Michael scowled. "Then why not just continue earlier?"
"We don't have any lube," the red-haired man replied calmly, his wire washing off the liquid on the floor while he was still preoccupied with cleaning up Michael. "All I know is it hurts without lube, so I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh, you're quite considerate." Michael giggled and kissed Ennard on the cheek. "How do you know that?"
"I accidentally overheard some people talking about it."
"You do like eavesdropping, huh."
Ennard snorted in amusement and shrugged his shoulders, choosing not to answer, but kissed Michael briefly on the lips and put his arm around him. "You really are a pervert for sure."
"How many times have you called me that?"
"Countless." Ennard put on a faint smile. "But it's okay, I still love you."
Michael rolled his eyes in boredom and smiled back. "I love you too."
They were both quiet and enjoying their embrace.
"Wait, Enn, can you get aroused even if I don't provoke you?"
"What?"
"Because you're a—you know, an animatronic with an advanced A.I. You can feel human feelings, so can you get horny first?"
"That's so random, Michael."
"Well?"
"No. I might not be able to, A.I also has limits."
He really is a big liar.