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Punk's chest rose and fell, like he was panting but in reality it was just his programming attempting to cool his inner circuits from the strange new sensations. Here he was, pants undone, sitting in one of those cushy chairs, some sort of new feeling washing over his body as his lover straddled his lap.
Slowly his hands went to her thighs and he gripped them gently, the skin feeling very soft and tender, more so than usual. He could feel everything and it made him.. Shudder? Yeah, that's the word. His mechanical body shook and trembled as she lowered herself further onto his synthetic shaft.
"Oh- Oh, fuck~" he gasped out, his voice shaking. His mind, or whatever a robot had in place of a mind, was racing. The feelings were just so much.. Entirely new and so strange and so good .
"What am I feeling?" he asked quietly, his voice glitching out just for a split second. "This is pleasure right? That.. Tight, soft feeling- Pleasure?"
He earned a nod in response from his teasing lover. "I like it-" he blurted out, giving her thighs a squeeze. She chuckled and gently moved her hands up his chest, causing him to make a soft whining sound. Teasingly she undid the buttons of his shirt and pressed the palms of her hands against the synthetic skin underneath.
“Hey- Easy, this is new,” Punk whined, gripping her thighs again and earning a squeak from his lover. She simply chuckled at his neediness and traced over his chest again, savoring the strange yet oddly erotic feeling of the material against her fingertips. Like silicone but softer, not quite human though. Warm to the touch yet strange enough to be something else.
Slowly her hands moved up to his neck, where a few exposed wires could be seen but were usually covered by his clothes. She smiled and gently traced a finger up his neck and under his chin, forcing him to tilt his head up at her. It made him groan and he bucked his hips up into her. “Careful, that’s.. Sensitive.. More sensitive I think? I-I think, I have no idea.” He chuckled, shoulders moving as he did so.
“Oh, god, this feels good~” he whimpered, his hands moving up her body, resting at her lower back. She hadn’t even moved all that much, just took time to tease him and adjust to him being inside of her.
“Ah, fuck!” he gasped, back arching off the chair as she moved her hips, slowly moving up and down in an agonizing manner. His lover stopped, just for a moment, a look of concern crossing her features. “Yeah?” she asked, quietly, bringing a hand to the side of his helmet. He leaned into her touch and shuddered again. “Sensitive? Yeah- Yeah, just.. Really sensitive,” he whispered, already feeling his processors being bombarded by too much information at once. “I’m good.. I am good, I swear.. Please keep going~”
She waited another second or two before moving again, up and down, slow and steady, hitting all the deepest parts first. She had to stifle her own moans but Punk didn’t hold back. He groaned and whined beneath her, spasming as his mind tried to process everything. It felt like he was overheating so he panted and gasped, his fingers twitching and tugging into her delicate skin.
“Sorry, sorry,” he whispered when she hissed in pain. “I- Am close? Close, so so close, to something.” He actually felt like he was getting the hang of this. He moved his hips gently, matching her motions and gaining soft whines and cries as a reward. It just made him want more, more of this new feeling, these emotions and sensations. His fingers trailed her skin, over the scratches he had left behind. His chest rose and fell once more as he tried to cool off from the immense amount of data flooding every sensor.
The two continued their motions, getting closer and closer to that release, falling into a rhythm that was affectionate and sweet. Punk couldn’t help but pull her closer, groping at anything he could reach, wanting more of those rewarding whines and whimpers, moans of approval, sighs of pleasure.
Slow, calculated thrusts became sloppy and stuttery as their little session continued. All of those sparks of electricity coursed through his wires like blood would through veins, exciting him even more, pulsating rapidly like a heartbeat. His lover’s movements were beginning to falter too as she neared closer to her climax, that release feeling just moments away.
“Hey, hey, wait- Close, I am.. So close~” Punk gasped, pushing his hips further against hers. He groaned and let his head tilt back, edging closer and closer, something big building up inside of him. His partner whined as she moved, pushing herself further, harder, taking as much as she could, suddenly crying out his name as she reached her orgasm. The robot’s hands clutched onto her shirt, chest heaving as he felt a very sudden and very strong burst of pleasure, gasping and shaking and then-
“Oh god! I broke him!” the woman squeaked, eyes wide, hands clutched to her chest, the aftermath of her orgasm melting away and reality setting in again. She sat, straddling his lap, staring at his shaking form as a blue screen was displayed on the visor of his helmet. His chest rose and fell, as if attempting to catch his breath but it was his body’s way of cooling down. His hands remained locked at her hips, clutching her shirt gently, hips twitching as well. His partner assumed that was his orgasm.
The blue screen read “Error 4069, system rebooting” followed by binary code and a little :(
Within a few seconds the blue screen faded and Punk slowly loosed his grip, his ‘breathing’ went back to normal and he let out a soft moan, his voice shaky and glitching just the tiniest bit. “I think.. I like that-” he said while his lover gently cupped his helmet and leaned in to kiss where his lips would have been. “God I liked that a lot~”