His code-brother moved with precision to lock down the entrance, too, and Clu blinked up at him in gradual realization.
"Sorry, man." Forthright, gruff and basic, for the unprompted clipping teleport. Clu knew it was disorienting, to be between surfaces for even split picos. Probably more so, for a program with his code-brother's class of scans and unique sensitivities. "Should've warned you."
Clu shivered, even running way too hot, trying for a grin that faltered into something hungry.
"Make it up to you?" Physically.
Especially since his code-brother had the forethought to lock down the entrance facing the track. They were totally alone, and Clu could, would, make good on the offer he'd just made just as soon as he could think straight.
Maybe sooner.
His-code brother turned to him with a smile, and it was not his usual grin at all. No, this was too, too bright and too full of teeth; the hacker's eyes were practically gleaming where he was feasting them on--
Him. All of him.
Because, after all, what were code-brothers and interface buddies for. Besides sparing him utter humiliation.
His code-brother sauntered over what little distance separated them, cheerfully connecting the idea of discovery--of getting caught--with two factors: first of all, not only were they completely alone, but secondly--
Clu was now firmly on the receiving end of his code-brother's entire attention.
(All to himself.)
Clu bit his tongue. He physically bit his tongue, because otherwise noises would escape. He couldn't hold back a shudder.
Soon he might not be able to hold back at all.
Not with his code-brother humming at him about how he looked, and how simple it would be, what he wanted to do--
and suddenly Clu wanted that, too--to unspool completely, just because his code-brother told him to.
He wanted to see if he could.
Instead, his code-brother took him well in hand, and Clu rolled forward in his grip with a shudder, feeling where he pulsed for it. The fine bright bare circuits of his code-brother's fingers made a snare that was too, too gentle, an easy loop that stroked Clu slow, prompted him to buck his hips after more, clean as a piston. More friction, more pressure, more coverage--somewhere for this massive charge to go. It roiled ravenous, flowed like heat lightning toward the open, inviting bare traceries in his code-brother's hands. It flooded the mains of Clu's chest in a broad rush of purple--an answering hot crush of it welling up between his legs, a vivid wash of lust painting his entire body, halfway to drowning the entire equipment bay in the same lurid tones.
How his code-brother held on to a brightening flare of gold was beyond him. And as for anything interesting he did not, right now, see what that could be--
Energy looped back on itself, practically sang out of him, halogen hot. He felt himself throb and stutter against his code-brother's fingers in an eager sizzle of feedback, and he strained after his words and instead let out a sound.
Could've been a moan. Felt suspiciously like a whimper. Didn't stop him moving, ready charge somehow blazing higher instead of banking down.
Felt his eyes widen and his dick stutter. How was there more?
"Man," was all he managed, "please, yeah, let's--"
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"Sorry, man." Forthright, gruff and basic, for the unprompted clipping teleport. Clu knew it was disorienting, to be between surfaces for even split picos. Probably more so, for a program with his code-brother's class of scans and unique sensitivities. "Should've warned you."
Clu shivered, even running way too hot, trying for a grin that faltered into something hungry.
"Make it up to you?" Physically.
Especially since his code-brother had the forethought to lock down the entrance facing the track. They were totally alone, and Clu could, would, make good on the offer he'd just made just as soon as he could think straight.
Maybe sooner.
His-code brother turned to him with a smile, and it was not his usual grin at all. No, this was too, too bright and too full of teeth; the hacker's eyes were practically gleaming where he was feasting them on--
Him. All of him.
Because, after all, what were code-brothers and interface buddies for. Besides sparing him utter humiliation.
His code-brother sauntered over what little distance separated them, cheerfully connecting the idea of discovery--of getting caught--with two factors: first of all, not only were they completely alone, but secondly--
Clu was now firmly on the receiving end of his code-brother's entire attention.
(All to himself.)
Clu bit his tongue. He physically bit his tongue, because otherwise noises would escape. He couldn't hold back a shudder.
Soon he might not be able to hold back at all.
Not with his code-brother humming at him about how he looked, and how simple it would be, what he wanted to do--
and suddenly Clu wanted that, too--to unspool completely, just because his code-brother told him to.
He wanted to see if he could.
Instead, his code-brother took him well in hand, and Clu rolled forward in his grip with a shudder, feeling where he pulsed for it. The fine bright bare circuits of his code-brother's fingers made a snare that was too, too gentle, an easy loop that stroked Clu slow, prompted him to buck his hips after more, clean as a piston. More friction, more pressure, more coverage--somewhere for this massive charge to go. It roiled ravenous, flowed like heat lightning toward the open, inviting bare traceries in his code-brother's hands. It flooded the mains of Clu's chest in a broad rush of purple--an answering hot crush of it welling up between his legs, a vivid wash of lust painting his entire body, halfway to drowning the entire equipment bay in the same lurid tones.
How his code-brother held on to a brightening flare of gold was beyond him. And as for anything interesting he did not, right now, see what that could be--
Energy looped back on itself, practically sang out of him, halogen hot. He felt himself throb and stutter against his code-brother's fingers in an eager sizzle of feedback, and he strained after his words and instead let out a sound.
Could've been a moan. Felt suspiciously like a whimper. Didn't stop him moving, ready charge somehow blazing higher instead of banking down.
Felt his eyes widen and his dick stutter. How was there more?
"Man," was all he managed, "please, yeah, let's--"
He couldn't finish it.