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Its gears churn loudly in its chest, steam blowing out its chest cavity as it stares down at the piece of cloth gripped tightly in its fist.
Thoughts rattled in its mind at paces too high for its systems to catch up with, leaving its expression seeming blanked. Truthfully, though, there was an only uphill battle ongoing.
Datagen had left a few hours prior, leaving them all by themselves—although, beforehand, to keep it busy, he’d tasked them with taking care of any mundane chores that may have needed to be done around the warehouse.
That had included washing and drying all the miniscule things around the place, but also didn’t exclude things such as the…multiple pairs of the same vest that Datagen had worn everyday.
“..that’s stupid…” It mutters, electricity and heat going to bloom upon its cheeks as it blushes. It’s stupid, but in a way, it’s kind of cute. The mechanisms in its chest whir with fondness.
Although, as adorable as it was… one of those many pairs of vests was the reason it found itself unable to move—aside from clenching and unclenching its fist that laid at its side and keeping their grip on the stupid, stupid vest. Their fans kicked up speed, blaring easily tuned-out noise from out of their internals. With how dazed it felt, all the external sounds and sensations seemed to grow numb against their metallic exterior, dying out as soon as they came.
Something about the vest was very much catching its attention, for…whatever reason. Definitely not because it was Datagen’s, and definitely not because he’d been gone for so long that User had started clinging onto anything that reminded it of him. Something like this certainly wasn’t…bound to cause it to..feel some type of way.
..trying to convince itself of falsehoods would only make everything worse, they realized. Unfortunately, as much as it hated to admit, they had grown quite…close to the android they were often seen accompanying. It’s why it opted to join him in the warehouse in the first place—it was the perfect basis to excuse getting more alone time with him.
So, when greeted with something that resembled him so closely after he’d been gone for hours, it was only logical that it’d be afflicted with such…thoughts. Thoughts that had manifested into emotion. Territorial, maybe…ah—fuck, no, it’s really not letting itself succumb to such…such weak, impulsive desires, is it? They’re better than that. Somewhat. That’s like what they like to tell themselves.
Everything would continue to feel numb except for the feeling of the fabric drawing itself in against its hold. ..And the feeling of heat rushing downwards to its groin—oh, Nil, it really wasn’t much better than that, it seemed. That string of thought quickly dissipates as User’s hands go to work with the buckle of its belt, not before hurriedly dropping the article of clothing onto the ground, letting it fall to the ground with a clink.
They look around, because even though nobody is around—or so it vehemently, really hopes—it still feels…self conscious, for lack of a better word; and it didn’t even know it had the capability to..feel like that. It was awfully human, to have such tantalizing wants, but acting upon them made it feel awfully satiated….It didn’t quite know how to process that.
Static pools in their legs as they continue to stand, trembling and weak in the knees. Its pathetic; utterly insulting to their character how they succumb so easily when faced with something so futile. But…it was something that meant so much to Datagen, the one thing—no, the one..person—that meant so much to them. So, ultimately, perhaps it wasn’t so ridiculous…
They shake their head, trying to dismiss everything drifting around in its head. User doesn’t exactly possess the patience at the moment to sift through the conflicting thoughts intruding their internals, and instead focus on the sparks swelling in their core. They continue their handiwork from where they’d left off, their slacks coming off after they tug downwards.
They kneel down, nearly stumbling with the sight of the vest basically sending their head reeling all over again. There’s a flick of their antennae as they think this over once more.
..It’d feel so bad about ruining something that probably meant so much to Datagen.
One of their hands moves downwards, coolant pre already dripping from their length and down towards their cunt as the thoughts bounce around in their head. Their fist envelops their shaft, the heat making their hips buck forward whilst the other hand, holding its entire body up, shudders and shakes.
But...maybe he wouldn’t mind–or, maybe he’d yell at them—walk in on them pumping themselves and spilling onto his vest, and then..and then—Nil, their systems are struggling to operate under so much sensations; the fantasies that are drilling themselves into its head not making things any easier—with the feeling of its hand working itself so well causing overheating errors to pop up in bits and pieces within its vision, the gears within its chest whirring faster and faster.
“…Data—dataaageen, hnnn—I…”
Their words are bit crushed and slurred, vocal synthesizers lagging out with each little moan and breathless pant that fruitlessly tumbles from User’s mouth. Maybe, Datagen would berate him for being too loud—with the way it was whining as if it had no care in the world…so pathetically. Nil, this was embarrassing…
“Wish…wish you were hhere,” they stutter, continuing to rut desperately into the warmth of their fist. Unsurprisingly, their eyes are still fixed on the vest in front of them. “Ah—I..I’d, leettt you ddooo whatever y..yyoou want with me..”
It rambles on, not exactly operating on any sort of logic—only want. Their voicebox strains and aches once more, causing their words to elongate and slur at the same time. It feels as though it’s been dumbed down, mind barely functioning and feeling as if it were on the verge of shutdown; pop ups continuing to blind its vision. However, they can only focus on the stupid vest and the winding coil that’s swelling in their gut at an alarming pace.
It’s so warm, uncharacteristically so; with drops of oil acting as sweat, trying to cool it down as they run along the musculature of its frame. Accompanied with the long humming of its internal fans, it’s not quite sure how everything still feels as though it’s on fire when it’s trying so hard to not overheat. It can’t really be sure of anything besides the feeling of bliss being inflicted on itself with each irregulated thrust of its hips.
It thinks of Datagen. He’s not usually so hot, doesn’t overheat so easily unlike User…ah, Nil, thinking about him only makes everything more difficult…
“I wanna ffeel your haanndss…roamiiingg all over meee…”
They imagine it so vividly they can almost feel it; cold, artificial fingers dancing over User’s chest, maybe even their chest, fuck, wrapping themselves deep inside its internal wiring and…and tugging and pulling as if he owned it, marking himself deep inside their guts—
“Fffuck!”
It slows down, and then completely stops before taking its hand off its cock, much to its own dismay.
The loss of friction makes it whimper like some sort of depraved animal. Honestly, the comparison isn’t that far off.
However, it really, really doesn’t wanna cum yet—and it was right on the edge with that…sick train of thought. Nothing feels numb anymore like it had before; infact, it’s quite the contrary with every feeling seeming to be intensified by finiteness. Thick, clear drops of coolant continue to dribble from its tip, running down the valley of its index and ring fingers. Their tail flicks behind them wildly, trying to get out all the energy and frustration and desperation that'd been wounding itself up in its core.
A twitch of their cock brings them back to reality with User having zoned out after edging itself on accident; eyesight hazy and CPU foggy.
They wait before placing their hand back on their dick, excruciatingly so; the long stretch of silence after what'd been a cacophony of moans leaving them feeling awkward. There isn't much time to dwell on it, though, as they slowly pick back up on their pace with the stroking of their hand. It feels so, so good, and with even more fluid dripping down from its cock, it's beginning to cover both its length and its slit in a wet coat of pre, making everything wet and slippery and so much more euphoric. It drowns in the feeling of the pleasure, leaning forwards to grab the vest placed in front of it.
It looks at it, then down at its length, then back at the cloth, then back at the apex of its thighs. It isn't quite thinking right now, all memory and CPU usage, along with its thinking, spilling out from its shaft. They tighten their grip, debating it for a second before deciding to just do it. The fabric slides over its cock smoothly, the coolant and oil sweat and every other fluid doused upon it acting as lubricant.
Pump after pump of its hand had its head going reeling all over again, circuits crackling and popping inside its body as it cried.
“Fuck, fffuck, ah—I’m so…ssso close!”
User buckles over, one hand planted firm on the ground to prevent its weak body from toppling down.
They’re not quite sure if they wanna let themselves this time, but it thinks about what Datagen would want. Maybe he’d keep stroking or fingering them to completion, letting them unravel in his hands before making them cum over and over and over—
“Datagen, datagen, datagen—hnnn, please…”
Or, maybe he’d keep delaying it, keeping User hot and needy and on edge the entire time, pulling away only when he’s sure that it’s about to come undone beneath his touch. Let them keen and squirm and writhe as they try so hard to get what they want…oh, Nil, it’s definitely not going to last any longer
They chant his name as if it’s some sort of mantra before speeding up their ministrations, their sounds getting louder and most certainly penetrating through the walls of the warehouse. A shudder wracks their body as they spill onto the vest and the surrounding space of the floor, antennae twitching along with its frame as it nearly tumbles over itself trying to keep itself upright. All the heat seems to cling further onto its body, leaving it in a blanket of sweat and uncomfortable warmth, along with…tears that’d started to form in their eyes. They can’t help the way their thighs close and open, spasming and jerking with each wave of its orgasm washing over it.
They’re dizzy, vision blurry and softly tainted with white along with a hue of blue. Maybe it’s the tears, or the extremely powerful climax that they’d just endured—but they can definitely make out the ropes of white splattered across the vest. They feel hot, not with lust—well, maybe a little—but with embarrassment and horror. They feel so, so ashamed for letting themselves get so in over their head over something so gross.
..But, the sight also seems to work them right back up again as their dick twitches and their cunt throbs amidst them gazing down at it.
They find themselves backed against a random crate scattered across the warehouse, legs spread wide open and Datagen’s vest yet again wrapped snug around their cock. They let themselves fall back, taking one hand and letting their fingers pump in and out of their sopping pussy, the stimulation of both parts being worked with leaving them shaking and crying. It’s too much, but not enough at the same time—and after already having orgasmed once, they’re much more prone to sensitivity than they would’ve thought. They think about stopping just as they’re at the edge again, working themselves up even further, and their thoughts trail back to that stupid, stupid robot. It’s a little hard not to when they’re literally fucking themselves with his clothing, but…their face still flushes deeply when presented with the thought of him.
Thoughts of him sucking it off and then going to eat it out, leaving it a pile of jello on the floor under his complete mercy as its thinking capacity leaks itself out of both his hole and his length, weak and feeble moans slipping mindlessly out of its mouth as it’s ruthlessly toyed with. It wants him to keep taking its orgasm away from it, desperate and whiny and overtaken by him and his touch. It wants him to give him everything, but nothing at the same time.
Their pumping gets faster, and by this point the vest is beyond repair; crumpled and stained with a—probably temporary, but it feels like permanently at the moment with a brain as fried as User’s—reminder of how depraved one can get when left alone with only their mind to keep them company. Their thoughts, for a better word…that’s what got them here in the first place.
They go to thumb their clit, haphazardly deciding they can’t take anymore edging or they might actually explode. Their head lulls mindlessly to the side, mouth wide open to allow more sounds to slip from out their mechanical throat and into the air. Its lidded eyes screw themselves shut when they feel another impending orgasm creeping up on them, heat pouring in their stomach.
And eventually, through more rubbing and pumping and working themselves so quickly—they go slack against the crate, letting themselves jut and writhe through their climax. It clenches around nothing, and its cock rapidly twitches against its stomach, letting out thick ropes of white. The heat that’d been swelling in its stomach rushes to its face, and its arms and its thighs and everywhere—deep inside its wiring, its circuitry, it floods to every possible crevice of their frame as they weep from the pleasure. Their legs close and open intermittently, its body not sure of what it wants—quite frankly, it’s not sure of anything at all because it can’t fucking think.
It bathes in the aftershocks—quite literally, as it can feel steam blooming from its internals and out into the air, and the way its conduits crackle with heat and electricity—letting its heartbeat rest, letting their chest rise and fall; albeit a little dramatically, considering it had, quite literally, just had its breath taken away. They look down at the mess of cum and pre and coolant and oil, and it hits them.
Oh. They’re not quite sure how they’re going to tell Datagen about this. Actually, the thought of having to tell him anything about this has their face flash with an expression of horror. The heat that’d been fluttering in its stomach is replaced with dread, and they scramble to get up from their position. With legs that feel like they’ve melted into putty, it finds it quite hard moving around, but they try anyways—there’s no way they’re going to get caught like this. Not if they care about their pride….and, probably more importantly, how Datagen will view them after this.
They shuffle around, also focusing on getting their own clothes back on, and decide that they’ll definitely need to do a lot of washing afterwards.