( you're part of a machine, you are not a human being )

[greeted]

pretty / nsfw shit soon ok

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[greeted]

( honestly, connor has his reservations.

it's not that he's not interested – the first time the topic cropped up (during a regular drinking session, of course) he'd been surprised to find himself very intrigued by it all. it's very....human, but that doesn't put him off, it just makes him more curious about it all. it's just that he doubts he is capable of that. the sensory upgrades were installed without any issues and he can feel now, but this is a bit different to shivering in the cold. connor was built to investigate and detain, not for pleasure. he's not sure his body has the right biocomponents, right sensory areas, right anything really. and there's also the matter of ... other missing components.

and then at some point, discussion became deliberate questioning, became suggestions, became...

well they're both in various states of undress and a little frantic, honestly. connor's buttons popped off ( and he's not very happy about that ) getting the shirt on, and his tie is still hanging loose around his neck – half tugged off but still looped, hanging sloppily over his shoulder. the back of his legs hit the bed and he automatically sits, grabbing at bucky's shoulders to drag him down with him.

turns out the kissing is good. he's not exactly practiced, but it's easy enough at least to match bucky, mirror and learn off of his movements. his mouth has to be sensitive – designed to perform complex analyses on just about anything in real time – and it's packed with sensors. it makes kissing very good, and connor is briefly thankful for android model RK800 strength capacities, because it makes it easy to tug bucky until he's just about falling onto the bed. )

This is...very good. ( he comments, dropping back on the bed and propping himself up by his elbows. his hair is a mess, far more than just the one usual curl of hair escaping the perfect style. now it's ruffled, flicking everywhere, and he doesn't care. how's that for deviancy, CyberLife. ) But I don't think much else will work the way you want it to...

( it's intended as something of a get out of jail free clause – call stop now, it's fine – and he eyes bucky carefully as he waits for the man's next move. )

[freightcars]

[ It's been something of an adventure, he'll admit that. From the staunch heterosexuality of 1942 to now, dry humping a dickless android - what his Catholic father would say about this Barnes can't even begin to suss out. He can't say he's complaining, though, for once, not when he's breathless and hard, shirtless himself and getting tugged into bed by one of the only things on the planet that's actually strong enough to move him.

He settles somewhere above Connor, a knee between his legs, a metal arm pressing down into the mattress like a kickstand to keep him easily hovering there above his lips, hair falling on either side of them like a curtain.

He huffs a little, some dry and sardonic noise. Can't quite keep his eyes from flickering up to the ceiling, can't quite keep himself from listing to the left in a bodily sort of shrug. ]

Yeah, this isn't... really a tab a, slot b kind of activity.

[ He means for it to be reassuring, but chances are he might just sound like an asshole. By way of apology, a flesh hand skirts down Connor's side and settles along the top of his waistband, flat and palming it above the hips. ]

How 'bout you just tell me what you like, and we do that until you don't like it anymore?

[greeted]

( well, it's not the worst objective.

he's usually very good at making his programming work in whatever scenario he's come up against. now that he can set his own objectives and choose his own paths it's easier to just use his design rather than work against it. every day has thousands of objectives, from "say good morning to the Captain" to "learn about 'vines'".

but this seems to go against just about all of it, and he wonders if that's an indication that they should give up now while the going is good. or at least, while no one has gotten hurt. it's just that bucky's hand is already at his waistband, and he's already hovering quite close over him. he frowns, just for a moment, and then pushes up his leg until his thigh grinds against bucky's crotch. )

I think I'd like to find out if there's actually any sensation.

( he suggests, gripping bucky's wrist long enough to push it down under the waistband. connor is tempted to kiss his neck, but he's actually more tempted to lick than anything else, and now's not the time for that. )

[freightcars]

[ For a second there he's convinced Connor's about to pull the plug on this whole venture. He'd understand it, he'd accept it, but he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't be a little disappointed. He's about to say as much, too, when a thigh slides up between his legs and grinds against the length of him in a sticky sweet sort of friction that tugs a tiny moan out of him. Just a soft, split-second keening sound that dies as quick as it ever was.

Just as quickly, his hand's shoved quite unceremoniously downard, palming over smooth, flat skin (is it skin? fake skin) and finding... nothing but more flat. ]

What, you mean you don't know? Never tried before now?

[ He asks, voice a little ragged but tinged with clear amusement. It's new territory, uncharted waters, he's not so sure what in the hell he's even supposed to do here.

So he wings it, trailing fingertips across Connor's smooth pelvic walls like he'd do a thigh, a back, a stomach. Can't really go wrong with that kinda thing, can you? He studies Connor's expression, searching for tells, for clues, for anything that gives away whether or not he's on the right track. ]