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While you were with Gavin again you received another request from a potential client. It seems business was good, and if it continued going at this pace you could live comfortably for a while. The client went by ‘Mr. Smith’, which was not uncommon in your line of work. A lot of your clients consisted of pseudonyms, Gavin was one of the few to give you his actual name, his own words being:

“I know what I like, and I won’t hide it like a little bitch.” The memory replaying in your head, your LED flickering yellow as it does. Gavin outside the bedroom was completely different from what he acted like in the bedroom. That mouth of his was fun, but it was even more fun finding all the ways to shut him up.

Your new client actually wasn’t too far from where you were located. He wanted to meet up at an even seedier motel than the one you were currently in, reading the reviews online, you mentally prepared yourself.

Typically, clients would specify what it is they wanted before their session. What role you would play, or what to bring, how to greet them, safe words etc., anything they would need to make sure they were getting off and their money’s worth.

However, this client didn’t put anything down. He just left the areas blank. You determine that this is his first time and he might be older. You suppose you’ll find out soon enough. You would have to keep your guard up as well, sometimes people who didn’t put anything would likely have other hazardous motives for meeting you other than sex.

Finally making it to the motel, on time, as always, you knock on the room number where ‘Mr. Smith’ said he would be waiting for you. You could hear the other patrons of this ‘fine’ establishment from outside and wondered if any of your friends were working this area too. Your thoughts were cut off by a tall man opening the door.

With a quick scan you could tell he had been drinking, not much, but still enough to make his stance more languid. ‘Mr. Smith’ had long silver locks that covered half of his face and a beard that was obviously not well maintained. A man who was past his prime and seemed to have given up, but you see some signs of him getting better. You offer him a pleasant smile.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Smith, I’m the android you sent for.”

“Shshsh! Keep your voice down will ya?” his rushed voice gruff, tone nervous. He looks around to make sure no one had seen you and he steps aside opening the door just wide enough to let you in.

It was obvious the man wanted to keep things discreet, so you came in as soon as he let you. The motel was nothing special. Not the worst you’ve fucked in but certainly not the best.

“You weren’t specific in what it is we would be doing tonight, Mr. Smith.” Your voice unwavering and professional.

“Err…I don’t know if you can tell, but this is my first time doing something …like this.” The man didn’t look you in the eye as if he were ashamed. You know sometimes clients do this out of loneliness. Your scanner and general intuition tell you he’s not married or in a relationship, so the lonely theory has a 98% chance of being correct.

“That’s alright, we’ll take it as fast or slow as you’d like Mr. Smith.” Your tone coming out soft and reassuring, trying to ease a bit of his anxiety.

“Stop with that Mr. Smith shit, it’s not my name, alright? Call me …Hank.” He seemed fed up with his own apprehension to the situation, but the words came out with more hesitance as the sentence progressed. He looks like he regrets taking that tone with you but didn’t say anything about it. There was a certain vulnerability in his eyes as he revealed his name. Your scanner indicates that he’s telling the truth, and that Hank is indeed his real name.

“Alright, Hank.” Testing out the name on your tongue, finding it suited the man in front of you. You shrug off your coat, which was only for show since you can’t feel the any climate unless you turn on your temperature settings and set it down on the chair. You’d have to wash it later since you didn’t know who or what was done to that chair.

You look back at him, ready to get to work, but slowing your roll so you don’t scare him off. You were getting paid either way, but having steady clients is what kept a roof over your head, and he seemed like a decent enough guy albeit a little insecure. You were here to boost that confidence, so it was only a temporary problem that was easily solved with some moans and praise.

Taking a few steps closer to him, you see him stiffen, pupils dilating, as you watch not moving away from your advances. You move a finger and trace the zipper of his coat and rest a hand on his chest and look up at him.

“How do you want me?” you ask, vocals getting 30% softer. It seemed like he was a vanilla type guy who only wanted a nice distraction for the night.
“Isn’t it your job to tell me?” he replies, trying to deflect the question.

“Everyone’s different. I can’t calculate from nothing, I need some data to better enhance your experience, Hank.” Trying to explain best as you can.
Hank blushed a pretty red which was only enhanced by his white hair. You couldn’t help but smile. You lead him to the bed and you were happy that he even let you.
“Lay down on you back.” You instructed, and he did, watching your every move as if he had a scanner of his own inside his head.
You take off your shirt and toss it on the same chair your coat was and straddle his waist. Your scanner indicates his heart rate picking up, and he is, again, not looking you in the eye.

Moving your hands, you grab a hold of Hank’s and move them so that they are resting on your waist.

“Do you have a safe word?” you ask, before moving any further.

Hank's expression held one of bemusement, his eyebrows knit together as he tried to figure out why the hell you asked.
“A what?” his tone carrying even more confusion.

“A safe word is a word serving as a prearranged and unambiguous signal-“

“I know what a fucking safe word is! I just…didn’t think we would need one.”

“We probably won’t but it’s always good to have one, reminds you that you can opt out of this at any time. Do you require assistance in come up with one?” you chimed in trying to be helpful and offer assistance in anyway he needed.

“Nah, just lemme think for a second.” His face grows pensive as he tries to come up with one. You patiently wait on top of him as he comes up with one, finding entertainment in watching his expression change as he figured out. Humans were fascinating.
“Chicken.” he finally decided.

It wasn’t the strangest word you’ve heard someone pick for a safe word. It was funny, easy to remember and something he (hopefully) wouldn’t accidentally call out during sex.

“Safe Word: Registered.” Your LED blinks yellow as you register Hank’s safe word for future use.

“What about you? What’s your safe word?” Hank asked, squinting eyeing you as he tries to figure you out, as if he’s trying to analyze you.
“I don’t require one, I am built to handle anything that should arise.”

“What you not gonna follow your own rules?” droning on, with an infliction of wanting to start an argument, as if he was trying to post pone having sex, changing the topic again so that it’s just strictly conversation.

You notice this.

“Hank…we don’t have to have sex if you’re not comfortable.” You offer, reminding him once again that you both didn't need to fuck to kill the hour he paid for. You could both just talk, watch T.V, play cards, really whatever he wanted to do since he paid for this.

Hank’s shoulders lax, as he lets out a sigh, he takes his hands off you.

“Like I said I haven’t done this before. Sex yeah, but never with an android, and especially not one I’ve paid. I want to…it’s just weird for me. I feel like some gross old geezer who has to pay androids to have sex.” He admits, continuing to look away from your gaze, there’s something else he wants to say, but he holds back.

You’ve heard clients ramble on about insecurities before, but something about Hank made you a bit sad. It was clear this guy had some issues to work out and that he was doing this because he really didn’t want to be alone anymore. This man has some self esteem issues and you didn’t understand why. He had brilliant blue eyes, and sure he was past his prime, but he was well built for someone his age. Hell, if he cleaned himself up a little bit he would be considered handsome based on human standards. Not that he wasn't now, which you found odd that he didn't think so.

“Do you work, Hank?” You ask, after a moment of silence. He looks up at you, a bit surprised.

“‘Course I work. I’m not just some lazy asshole who just racks up debt and borrows money from everyone, what’s your point?”

“Do you like your job?”

“Well the pay is shit and so are the hours, it’s not the most glamorous job but…the people who I help, it’s rewarding. It makes up for all the shit and paperwork I have to do.” He doesn’t realize he’s been talking for so long about what he likes about his job. Your scanner indicates his stress levels are getting lower and he is feeling more comfortable with you.

“Again, what’s your fucking point?” he asks, suspicious as to why you asked.

“You like helping people. Believe it or not, I like helping them too. We might not help them in the same way, but tell me, just by talking, do you feel a little bit better?” You ask your hands making their way back to Hank’s hands and pulling them back to your hips.

He doesn’t verbally reply, but he gives you a slow nod.

“It makes the job worth it knowing I’ve help somehow. Whether it’s sex or talking, if I’m helping you in anyway, it makes it worth it.” A gentle smile gracing your lips.

Hank looks embarrassed and he can’t tell if you’re lying or not, but the next thing you know he’s pulling you down into a kiss. You let out a noise of surprise, even though you could tell by his body language that the kiss was coming, the noise being part of whatever kind of foreplay was happening. The guy just needed someone to talk to and for an hour, that was you.

You slide your tongue into his mouth moving your lips to meet his hungry kisses. Unzipping his jacket, he sits up and pull you closer, his hands now squeezing your ass. Your eyes flutter closed as he helps you take off the jacket and throws it somewhere you can’t see. Your fingers run through his long grey locks as you begin to grind your hips against him. He groans at the friction, you can already feel his cock hardening in his jeans. Seems like it’s been awhile since this guy has gotten any, but you will give him that he is a bit spry for an older man, obviously having no trouble being able to get it up.

Hank begins to unbutton your pants and you let him, giving him a quick huff of approval. You remember humans have to breathe so you break the kiss, not wanting to kill the poor man.

“Holy fuck.” He pants out, cheeks flushed from the lack of air as he tries to catch his breath.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired already, fun’s just getting started.” You teased, words laced with promise.

You slide off his waist and make your way between his legs. He watches your every move curiously, his blue eyes never leaving you. Your eyes meet his and there is a glint of mischievousness behind them.

You unbutton his jeans to expose the tented white boxer briefs. You ride his pants all the way down and take them off completely as you throw them across the room. All it took was some talking to get him going and everything was good to go. You could tell by the tenting that he was an above average sized man. That made your job more fun.

You ride down his underwear and his cock bobs out freely from its restrains, his breath catching in his throat.

“It’s a crime that you’ve kept this from me for so long.” You comment eyeing and scanning the impressive member. A whopping 6.8 inches, and he was only half hard.

“You probably say that to every John.” he lets out a dry huff of amusement, with a hint of disbelief, though the flattery getting to him, as his body language is becoming more confident, his stance becoming more assured.

“I do, but I actually mean it this time.” You chuckle, examining the girth and length of his surprisingly large cock. He's what the humans call 'blessed'.

You rub your cheek against the side of his dick earning a low grumble rumbling in his chest. You smirk before giving the head of his dick a few experimental licks. You pink tongue peeking out and swirling around the slit. This warrants a shudder out of him as he grips the bed sheets. You loved getting strong reactions like this from your clients. You couldn’t wait to see how Hank reacted when you swallowed him whole down your throat.

You started to slowly wrap your lips over the head of his cock and squeezing the base with one of your hands. You hold Hank’s hip down with your other hand as you take his cock deeper into your mouth. Having no gag reflex had its perks, for both parties involved. Beginning to suck lightly, your scanning indicates Hank’s breath beginning to elevate the deeper you take him.

Your saliva was more of a lubricant than human saliva was which made Hank’s cock easier to swallow. Your lips were stretched close to their limit, but you finally reached the base of his cock. Feeling the head of his dick reach well past the back of your throat, you flick your eyes up to see Hank’s reaction. Hank let out shuddered breaths as it seemed like he was trying to control himself from fucking your face. Which, you wouldn’t mind, but it seemed like Hank wanted to take this to a different direction. He ran a hand through your hair and gripped lightly. You hum, and the inside of your mouth begins to let out low vibrating pulses, Hank jolting as he feels the first one.

“Fuck!” he calls out, holding onto your hair tighter. He pants as he begins to buck his hips into your mouth. You let out a pleased moan. You begin bobbing your head back and forth your tongue licking the under base of Hank’s hard member. He already had some precum leaking from the slit of his cock. You slurp, suck, and tease every part of Hank’s dick rewarding you with a symphony of his moans and curses. You move your hand and give Hank’s balls a firm squeeze causing him to jump.

“You’re really something at this holy shit!” he manages to growl out with all the pleasure flooding his system. You were determined to make him feel good about himself if only for a little while.

Taking the cock of your mouth you wrap your hand around it and begin to jerk him off, his cock shining and slick from your artificial saliva.

“You taste really good, Hank.” As you peppering kisses on the tip of his dick, not breaking eye contact with him as you did so.

“Thought androids couldn’t taste things.” He questioned. You wondered what his job was because he seemed to know an awful lot about androids.

“We can’t as such, but I can temporarily as per one of my functions when one of my clients wants to feed me.” You reply as was the pre-programed answer.

“And from my analysis, you taste pretty yummy, Hank.” Licking your lips for emphasis to prove a point, mouth open exposing your white teeth.

A look of shy embarrassment appeared on Hank’s face, as he looked away from you again.

“You really were built for brown nosin’ weren’t ya?”

“I was built to provide pleasure.” Giving his cock another jerk, Hank let out another surprised hiss.

You let go of his member and got up from the bed. You slide down your pants and underwear leaving you completely exposed. You felt no shame as this was part of your function, human standards of decency didn’t matter to you all that much.

Hank’s eyes widened as he looked you up and down, drinking up your appearance in awe. He audibly gulps, his eyes looking at you with a ravenous hunger he aims to satisfy.

“Someone really had fun puttin’ you together, didn’t they?” he finally said, his mouth dry as he licks his lips.

“Who’s brown nosing now?” You smirk at him and crawl back onto the bed as you straddled him again. You could feel his hard cock pressing up against your own half hard member. He lets out a laugh of amusement as you use his own words against him.

You give a slight movement forward as both of your cocks brush and slide together. You could feel the low burn of arousal light in your stomach as you felt the friction.

You move up and take a hold of Hank’s dick in your hand. Free hand moving to Hank’s plush stomach, you position yourself over the tip of his cock, head brushing up against your entrance. You lock eyes with him, giving him an opportunity to stop from going further if he wished.

“Wait, shouldn’t you prep or?” he seemed genuinely concerned with your well being and the consideration actually surprised you.

“My body was built for fucking, you don’t need to concern yourself about that.” You reply easily enough, giving him a reassuring smile.

He gave you no indication of wanting to stop there and you begin to sink down, feeling Hank’s thick cock beginning to fill you up. Your ass is naturally lubricated when necessary and so Hank slips in easily enough with just the right amount of tightness. You let out a pleased sigh as you feel Hank’s cock stretch you out. He was definitely bigger than any of your other clients, making this a new experience for you.

Hank put his hands on your hips to help guide you down, letting out a throaty groan when he felt your ass begin to swallow up his dick.

“Shit! You’re tight.” He praised through gritted teeth, sucking in air as he ran his hands down your thighs, his nails raking against your skin causing you to shiver. You sink down further letting your body naturally stretch around the huge girth, until you were down to the hilt of his dick.

“Fuck, Hank, you really are huge. My body is taking a bit to adjust to your size.” You give him a look of determination eyes half lidded in lust. You weren’t one for quitting, this is the most you’ve ever taken, and you plan to savor it for as long as you could. Hank was so deep inside you and you eagerly waited for your body to adapt to it.

Placing your hands on Hank’s chest you use him as leverage to hoist yourself up sliding out halfway and then slamming back down to the base of his cock. You were now completely hard. Sparks of pleasure beginning to light up inside you. You let out a moan as you were full of Hank’s cock again.

You picked up the pace of riding and began to bounce up and down on his dick. Rolling your hips as you wanted more and more of Hank inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Hank!” you moaned out with each hit to your artificial sweet spot.

“C-Call me Lieutenant!” He groaned out, meeting your bounces half way with deep and hard thrusts.

You register the name for future use, your LED flickering yellow as you did so, not stopping your riding at all as you did so.

“You’re so deep inside me, Lieutenant, I’m so fucking full.” You breathe out and arch your back, your hands now using Hank’s thighs as leverage for your riding. You knew he was close, but you weren’t quite there yet. Usually, when you bottomed, your clients weren’t attentive to your own needs, and even when they finished, you wouldn’t.

As if Hank read your thoughts, he wrapped a hand around your cock.

“Damn, you should yourself right now, so perfect. Riding my dick like a pro." enthusiastically complimenting you and giving your dick a few jerks. Cheeks flushing with a light shade of blue, you continued to ride his cock, your ass clenching tightly, abdomen beginning to heat up the faster Hank moves his hand up and down your dick.

“Lieutenant, I’m so close.” You admit. You begin to lose control of your once perfectly rhythmic thrusts and are now riding him not for his pleasure, but for your own. 

“Me too, I’m not gonna fucking last long.” His breathing become out in more sporadic spurts. You moan and artificial breath hitches the faster Hank jerks.

“Fuck!” he shouts as you feel him coming inside you. He grabs onto your hips hard moving you up and down his cock on his own, your ass squeezing and milking every drop from him. You quickly shoot your own hand down and jack yourself off wanting to come so badly while Hank was still hard inside you.

His warm come drips out of your ass and runs down your inner thigh. Your hand moves faster, and you finally come. Throwing your head back, eyes tightening shut as artificial semen squirts and paints your chest and chin.

At this point, you realize Hank is watching you with unabashed lust. Your inner clock reminding you that you only have 5 minutes left with this client. You quickly recover from your orgasm, but you have programs that makes it seem like he tuckered you out as much as you did.

You slide off his cock and he lets out a low grunt as the cold air hits his softening member. He makes room for you to lay next to him. You do, to pretend you’re catching your breath, and give him a smile before getting up and locating your clothes and putting them back on. You can feel him watch you as he gets up to pour himself a drink.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself Lieutenant.”

Hank’s cheeks burned in embarrassment, scowling but not maliciously towards you.

“Aw shit, please don’t call me that outside of…whatever just happened, okay?” pinching the bridge of his nose, more annoyed at himself than anything.

“Of course, Hank whatever you’d like.”

“Can I call you again?”

You look back at him, your hand already on the doorknob.

“Anytime, Hank.” You wink, before going back out to the cold unforgiving Detroit weather. You better get going before you’re late for your next appointment.

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Business has been good lately. With the United States growing more and more accepting of androids as beings with rights and feelings, it’s made your customer base grow past just the discreet and into one that’s more acceptable. Your steady stream of clients has made your life very comfortable and don’t really see yourself doing anything else in terms of work. This was just like any other job, and while not technically legal, it was decriminalized in Detroit.  So, if you got caught you’d only get a slap on the wrist, figuratively speaking. 

You were doing so well that sometimes you only needed a client or two a day to continue the lifestyle you’re living. Upgrading leather toys in your collection and purchasing a higher quality lube for your self-lubrication processors really made your clients happy. Hell, Gavin was having so much fun with the news toys he went from an hour appointment to two hours to include much needed in-depth aftercare services. 

Tonight you have your schedule blocked out for three hours with Hank. It has been a few months since you’ve last seen him. He says work has been on his ass as of late, but that he had a weekend free and wanted to take you out. Hank was a bit old-fashioned, and this conversation was over a phone call rather than discord or text. It was a nice change, made it seem more intimate. He said he wanted to take you somewhere before sex. You thought it was cute the way he hesitated to say the word. Hank seemed more willing and confident than he did last time. 

To add to his politeness, he prepaid for the three hours and has already left you a generous tip. You smile to yourself, ‘What a sweet guy’, you think. 

You’re fully charged and ready for whatever work has in store for you. You get ready, examining your body in your full-length mirror for any bruises or cuts you might have overlooked. Don’t want customers getting upset at seeing the work someone else left behind; they usually like a blank canvas to mark up themselves. 

Deciding on keeping things neutral, you select a pair of spandex boxer briefs that hug your ass and bulge of your cock nicely. You give yourself an appreciative hum. Hank seems like a no-frills type of guy, so keeping your outfit simple and not too extravagant seemed like the best move for the day. He said it would be something outdoors so you also had to pick appropriate shoes that you wouldn’t mourn terribly if they got some dirt or snow on them. 

Hank sent you the address of a park about 20 minutes from where you lived, which wasn’t bad. You have never been there before, but you wonder what was so different about this park, or what significance it held for Hank. You only only met the guy once, yet, it was like pulling teeth to get him to reveal anything about himself. 

It makes you curious to figure out the type of man he is. He appears to be rough and hardened by life with the way he spoke, all guttural and vulgar. The hands of a hard worker. You remember the feeling of his calloused hands when they spread your thighs apart and the surprising level of care and gentleness that made you feel there was more to the man than he let on. Picking a park for your date before sex seemed harmless and a little out of character from what you saw from the man. You would have expected a bar or restaurant since the laws have changed in Detroit thanks to the revolution. 

Although, Hank being the thoughtful man he is, probably knew only one of you would be able to enjoy those establishments. 

You send for a car to pick you up and think about what else Hank might like for his own pleasure. He liked being called Lieutenant during sex, ‘chicken’ was his safe word, a very nice 6.8 inch long cock. Your LED flickers yellow as you replay the last time you and him had sex in your head. You rode him. You remember the feeling of his cock deep inside of you. You remembered he nudged some of your essential wires away from their typical spot and you needed to have them put back. 

Your thoughts were cut off by the self-driving car stopping. You have arrived. The feeling of disappointment of your thoughts of sex with Hank being interrupted was quickly replaced by a sense of hunger for what was to come. 

The fresh fallen snow beneath your feet crunched with each step you took towards the benches at the far end of the park. You could see a figure seated there underneath one of the park lights.The closer you get, you see that the lone figure you saw was indeed Hank. His head swivels and ears perk as he hears you approach closer and closer to him. 

The park looked like any other, with a playground far off, lights, benches, and trees. It isn’t until you turn your head you see the Detroit skyline, lit up bright with life as if the city was a living breathing thing. It was gorgeous, you would have never known this was here had it not been for Hank. You didn’t take enough to explore the city, but maybe now should. 

You smile as the distance grows smaller between you both. He gets up from the bench and straightens out the non-existent wrinkles on his brown leather jacket and colorful shirt he has on underneath. 

“Hello there, Hank.” you say, with genuine enthusiasm. 

You see his shoulders relax, you’re glad you were able to bring the tension down so easily, it was your job after all. 

“Long time no see.” he says, a small smile gracing his lips. 

You could tell just from his appearance he had been busy cleaning himself up. Last time he was just a tad drunk and you could tell his clothing and general attitude and appearance had suffered from whatever he was going through. Now, he looked like he put more care into his clothes, hair and beard upkeep. He also smelled delightful. He smelled exactly like someone like Hank would smell. Typical musk and smokey teakwood aftershave and cologne. You save the scent in Hank’s file. 

“You’ve been pretty busy, huh? Can we take a seat? I wanna hear what you’ve been up to.” you motion back to the bench and you both sit down. You’re fully taking in the beautiful scene ahead of you, and you notice Hank is looking at you instead of the view. Makes sense he’s probably sat here at this park hundreds of times, and it’s been months since you two have seen each other last. 

You turn back to face Hank who immediately looks the other way. You can’t help but chuckle. 

“Thanks for picking this spot. I wouldn’t have known it was here. Definitely saving my memory of this place for when I want to remember a beautiful place.” you keep the conversation light, Hank still appearing to be very tense. You voice vocals rising in pitch to appear as non-threatening as possible. 

“Yeah, it’s a nice spot. Used to come up here a lot during my beat cop days and just watch the city at work.” he shrugged it off like he wasn’t just committing a crime. 

“Hank, if you don’t mind me asking? For my own safety. Are you still a police officer?” you’re curious because it doesn’t seem like an undercover mission of some kind. Hank had alluded to being part of the Detroit Police Department during your last encounter with him. 

“I don’t mind, and I get it. This–” using his index finger to gesture between the two of you. “-isn’t exactly legal.” He nods and is facing you again, seemingly trying to do everything in his power to reassure you in your safety. 

“Yeah, I’m still a cop. A detective.” His cheeks begin to tint with a light pink color. “A lieutenant actually.” Ah . That makes sense. You’re glad to see he had a fun time with you calling him Lieutenant last time. 

“Why are you engaging in activities you know are illegal? You could be fired if found out.” there wasn’t any judgment in your voice, but a true curiosity to know why he does what he does. 

“I like what I like, and I’m not ashamed of it. Sure, it’s illegal, lots of things are illegal that aren’t harmful and shouldn’t be illegal. Like I don’t understand why what you do, you know, your job….” he interrupts himself with an embarrassed cough. “... is considered illegal. You’re just trying to make a livin’ like the rest of us, and you’re not harmin’ anyone." his words sounded impassioned and true, like he meant it. You wonder what else he has overlooked so that people could make a living. 

For the first time with a client you’re unsure of what to say. Hank is a contradiction and you don’t even realize your LED is spinning yellow. Deep in thought, Hank pulls you out of it with a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you’re not breaking down on me are ya?” he teases, but there’s concern in his voice. 

You snap out of it and realize you’re on the job. You turn to face the view again and your LED returns to a steady calm light blue. Conversations with humans were always interesting. You still had a lot to learn when it came to their morals that were more on a spectrum rather than completely black or white. Humans are complex and difficult to figure out. You like when your clients tell you exactly what they want and the boundaries between yourself and them are clear. When clients are still figuring out their wants and desires you’re there to guide them. However, when it comes to their feelings and thoughts it can be more difficult to process what their motives are. 

“I’m sorry, it just took a second to process. I don’t think I’ve met someone like you before, I didn’t know how to respond.” you were upfront about how you were feeling. You feel like Hank is the kind of guy to appreciate honesty, whether it was hard to hear or not. It’s true, you haven’t met anyone like him. Sure his clients have been cops. Gavin is a detective as well, but the man seems like he just lives on the edge of whatever curb he’s teetering on. You were certain Gavin would never rat, with the shit he’s into, there was no way. Hank, however, was a new client, and you were just mistrustful enough to survive in this business. You wonder if the two know each other, though you would never ask. You took the privacy of your client’s identities very seriously. 

“I hope that’s a good thing.” he chuckles, taking his hand off your shoulder. You miss the grounding weight of it. 

“Oh, it is. You’re a very interesting human, Hank.” taking in his features, he smiles at your praise. The way he blushed and smiled so handsomely at you because of some simple praise, really made you wanna suck his dick. Well, it always helps to ask nicely. 

“Lieutenant, may I suck your dick?” 

Hank choked on air, inhaling incorrectly from your statement. You find amusement in his horror. Your sensors indicate Hank would be alright. 

“What the fuck? Don’t fuckin’ ask me shit like that outta the blue.” he smacks himself on the chest, trying in vain to clear his airway. 

“I didn’t think you would be so opposed to some illegal activities that didn’t hurt anyone.” a playful smirk tugging on your face. The look on Hank’s face was priceless. 

“You’re a real bastard, you know that.” Hank said with a faux annoyance. 

“If that’s what you’re into.” you continue to tease. 

Hank’s face is red with embarrassment. You’re silent as you wait for his answer. Hank turns his head side to side, eyes scanning the surrounding area. When he’s satisfied he turns back to you. His hands are balled into fists. The man is understandably nervous. Probably a first for him and if not it’s been decades. He gives you a slight nod and it’s all the permission you need. 

You stand from the bench and directly in front of Hank before sinking down, knees on the snowy ground below. Luckily, the cold didn’t bother you. You can feel Hank’s nervousness and the tension in his body, his legs showing his resistance as you attempt to spread them apart for access. You flick your eyes up for permission and Hank’s blue eyes meet yours. He swallows and looks away checking the surrounding area again. He grants you permission and spreads his legs for you. 

“Do you remember your safe word in case you would like to stop immediately?” you ask before continuing anything. It’s important for your clients to know they never had to do anything they didn’t consent to. 

“Yeah, it’s, uh. Chicken.” 

Your LED flashes yellow for a moment to process and confirm that Hank had fully understood his safe word. There was a moment of silence and you continued to work. 

Your visuals indicate that the temperature in Hank’s pants is rising despite the cold out. You run your hands up and down the other man’s thighs as you nuzzle the bulge through his jeans. You can hear Hank’s breath hitch, but you can still tell he’s still not looking at you, making sure no one enters the park. 

You make it your personal challenge to make Hank forget you’re both outside. 

Your hands move up to unbutton his jeans and move your head up and place the metal zipper between your teeth. You hold onto Hank’s muscular thighs and pull the zipper down slowly with your teeth. A neat trick and that doesn’t go unnoticed by Hank. 

“Fuck, you really are a professional, huh?”

“I’m proud of the work I do.” your words are hindered by the zipper in your mouth. At last, the zipper was completely down. You use a finger to ride down the front of Hank’s underwear, he cock hardening but not quite there yet. Exposing the hot cock to the cold air you see Hank’s erection go down and you get to work fast warming him up in your mouth. 

You take him whole, lips stretched to accommodate the man’s girth. You can begin to already feel him hardening. You can hear Hank trying to be quiet, but his fast and shaky breaths give his arousal away quickly. Your nose is buried in a nest of curls that smell like he just showered and it’s nice to know there was thought and care put into his appointment. 

The tip of Hank’s cock is hitting the back of your throat, your saliva making taking him in completely easier. You didn’t want Hank to be quiet. You hollow out your cheeks before flattening your tongue to line the base of his cock. Then you begin to move. Slowly, agonizingly so. Moving your head back and forth making sure he was only minimally exposed to the cold air, you could feel Hank fully erect in your mouth and your systems indicate his pre-cum smearing against the back of your throat. 

His breath came out hitched head thrown back, his eyes still open but he was no longer looking around for bystanders. You were fairly positive no one was here, and the sight of Hank coming undone was something to behold. 

“H-Hey, wait.” Hank was able to stutter out between breaths. 

Your bobbing comes to a halt, but you keep the cock enveloped in your mouth. You hum to question what Hank needed, causing a shiver to go up Hank’s spine. 

“I want you to touch yourself.” his head lolls and loosely hangs forward and his stunning blue eyes meet yours. “Don’t wanna be the only one risking getting caught with my dick out.” he chuckles and you reward his request with another slow bob. You nod in agreement with the cock still deep in your mouth. 

You hurry and undo the buttons of your jeans and unzip the zipper. No fancy tricks this time. You feel a swell of pride of Hank’s confidence coming out as he feels more comfortable asking you for something that would bring him pleasure. 

You slide your cock out of the confines of your pants and your body doesn’t react to the cold the same way it affects humans. It’s warm in your hand as you give yourself a squeeze and a puff of pleasure escapes your nose as you hum against Hank’s cock. 

“Yeah, that’s nice, keep doing that.” Hank praises. You continue to stroke yourself, your sucking of Hank’s cock slowly down as you begin to lose yourself to your own pleasure. Your precum makes it easier to stroke yourself. Your thrust into your own hand, eyes squeezed shut as you try and keep up with sucking Hank off. Your movements become sloppy and sporadic. Hank is far from unhappy. Hearing your moans and quickened pace of breath has made him forget his anxiety about being in a public place. He runs those thick fingers through your hair and grips tightly, as he tries to keep himself from bucking into your mouth. It makes you stroke yourself faster. You’ll have to file away that you want Hank to fuck your mouth and it might be something that he’ll enjoy. 

“I’m so close, fuck!” he warns and you nod lightly as you continue to suck him off, your own orgasm coming close. 

“Hey–” he tries to speak between pants. “I don’t want you cum.” he says and your eyes snap open. What? You think to yourself. You slow your strokes down just enough where you’re edging yourself. You resist the urge to let out a moan of frustration. You’re a little disappointed, but you’re pretty sure it’s because Hank has something else planned. 

Hanks cums into the back of your throat hard. A groan rips from his stomach throwing his head back as he holds your hair tight, you feel the warm cum trickle down the inside of your throat as you swallow it all . You resist the urge to go over the edge and come but you’re curious to see where Hank wants to take this. 

Slipping the now soft cock out of your mouth Hank jerks as the overstimulated appendage is hit by the chilled wind of winter and quickly slips it back into his underwear and re-zips his pants. You do the same with your own cock, doing your best to will your erection away. Which before deviancy was easy, but afterwards, it’s difficult not to want to give into your own pleasure. 

“Sorry to blue ball ya’ I just wanna try to do something later on.” he rubs the back of his neck averting your gaze as you stand from the ground. Your knees wet from the snow below. 

“No need to apologize, Hank. This is your time with me, and we can do and try whatever you like within reason.” you explain professionally. 

“Aw, fuck. You sound like a therapist. Listen I know this is your job, but you don’t gotta be so damn formal.” Hank looks away again. 

“No problem, Hank.” you tell him. “It doesn’t need to be any other way than what you want. I just want to be as clear as possible with certain information so it isn’t interpreted or misunderstood in any other way.” you shrug. Professionalism was important when necessary, but it didn’t need to be so uptight, especially, when it came to sex. 

“Sure, yeah, I got it.” he stuffs his hands into his pockets. He looks nervous as if he just realized what they had just done. In public. Sorta. No one was here. 

“Where would you like to go to ‘try out’ what it is you want to do?” trying to segue into the portion of the night and make Hank more comfortable and more in charge again. 

“You mind if we go to my place? No motel or anything. Sorry I can’t stand the smell.” You see Hank grimace at the memory. It wasn’t the worst place but there were definitely better places. 

“Wherever you want to go, Hank.” you smile at him to reassure him, and he looks away.

“I drove here, so I can drive us.” he pulls out his keys with a jingle and you motion with an outstretched arm for him to lead the way. 

After being ‘blue balled’ as Hank so delicately put it, all you could do was remember your last time with Hank. Riding his thick cock, bouncing up and down on it until you felt completely full. Your LED flashes yellow as you walk with Hank on autopilot. 

He stops and you run into his back. You hope he’s not upset. He turns around to look at you and notices your LED flashing. 

“You okay?” he asks. Twice in an hour he has been concerned about you. You really need to get it together. 

“Yes.” you offer. He barely believes you, but doesn’t pry for more information. A quick scan of his car shows it’s an 84’ Oldsmobile Cutlass. Hank and this car are probably the same age, you don’t think you’ve seen cars this old that weren’t in a scrapyard or museum. Hank must really take care of it. You save that into your file of Hank.  He unlocks the door and you get into the car. 

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His home is found in a typical Detroit neighborhood. You would have thought he was the apartment type, but here he is, with what was formerly a white picket fence kind of house that has seen better days. The grass is well maintained and the house has signs that it is cared for, there are just some things that are a bit run down. You step out of the car. You wonder what it would have been like to be raised in a home like this. You don’t have parents, or siblings really. Androids are created, and while there is still heavy discussions on whether deviancy is the true ‘birth’ of an android it does make it a different experience than being human. 

“Thought you were more of an apartment guy.” you confess. Scanning the surrounding area. 

“I guess I would be, but there’d be no room for Sumo to run around.” He responds walking up the paved walkway towards the house. 

“Sumo?” you ask. A spouse? No. A child? Probably, but that’s a weird name for a kid. 

“My dog.” Ah. That makes sense. 

Hank opens the door and motions for you to go in. You immediately encounter said dog, and it’s the biggest dog you’ve ever seen. You hear him growl and Hank immediately puts himself between yourself and the dog. 

“Sumo! C’mon we don’t treat friends that way.” he kneels down to his level, scratches his ears and the beast of a dog is immediately appeased. What a good boy. Sumo doesn’t seem too bad either. 

“Why are you here? I thought—” 

“Oh! Hank! I’m sorry we were just leaving.” An android, with brown hair and brown eyes walks into the foyer, leash in hand. 

Hank’s face immediately heats up. “Connor, oh fuck I told–” 

“Yes. I apologize, you told me you would be having company over. You are an HR400 correct?” You offer him a polite smile and nod to confirm his scan. He looks you up and down. You’ve both scanned each other for model numbers. An RK800 huh? Essentially, a walking forensic lab. Makes sense as to how he and Hank know each other. You also wonder what they are to each other. Maybe it’s a polyamorous situation. Connor doesn’t seem particularly upset at your presence there. He actually looks familiar. You decide to find out how you know him and add it as a task for later. 

“Hi, my name is Connor. I’m Hank’s partner.” partner huh? It seems like Hank has a type. Android. You wonder what he’s doing running around with you when he has a partner already. 

“He’s my partner for work. He’s just my roommate.” defensive. Hank must see how badly the situation could turn. 

“Are we no longer friends, Hank? I thought we were making progress.” Connor tilts his head innocently to the side. Obviously feigning confusion. It’s cute. 

“You asshole. Of course we’re friends, but people are gonna get the wrong idea if you keep saying we’re partners with no additional information.” he groans. Obviously, this is a conversation they have had in the past. You’ve met androids that were oblivious but nothing this bad. He must be really new and had little to no connection with other androids. 

With Connor knowing what kind of android you are he obviously knows what your purpose is at his home. Humans get all embarrassed about stuff like this but androids don’t. He keeps looking at you with curiosity in his eyes. Hank noticed it too and stands up from his kneeling position with Sumo, almost possessive. The dog couldn’t care less about their conversation and walks towards the door ready to leave with Connor. Connor takes the hint from Hank, and begins making his way towards the door. 

“It’s been very nice meeting you. I’ll be off now. I don’t want to cut anymore into the time you two have together.” Connor smiles sweetly at you and then at Hank before opening the door and taking his leave. You turned back towards Hank and the man grumbled something to himself as he tried to hide the embarrassment on his face. 

“He’s a sweet kid, just doesn’t know social cues yet sometimes.” Hank sighs, his shoulders slump. 

“Shame is a difficult concept for androids to grasp sometimes. I’m sure he knew, he and I just don’t really understand what’s embarrassing about certain topics.” you pipe in. 

This doesn’t seem to reassure Hank.

“They’re both gone now. We have the whole house to ourselves.” bringing you both back to the reason why you were here. Hank nods and remembers. He leads you to the bedroom at the end of the hall. The home is quite lived in with sports merchandise and jazz records. Very minimalist, aside from some sports merchandise but very tidy. The bedroom was nothing too special, but comfortable. You shrug off your coat and leave it on the chair closest to you and sit down on the bed, looking at Hank expectedly. 

“Can I ask you something?” Hank blurts out suddenly, back pressed against the shut door. Looking uncomfortable in his own bedroom. 

“Only if you sit next to me.” you try to compromise. Hank chuckles, seemingly laughing at his own apprehension. He shrugs his own jacket off and throws it on the chair on top of yours. You feel the mattress dip to your left where Hank sits. 

“Alright. I’ve held my part of the bargain.” he joked, his posture and body language becoming more at ease. 

You let out a laugh. Hank truly was very charming when he wanted to be. 

“Is your uh…whatever androids have, semen? Is it ingestible?” Hank was less embarrassed asking the question than you thought he would be. Maybe it was a home field advantage, as some humans would say. 

You nod. 

“It’s all ingestible and body safe for humans and other androids. I can change the flavors in the future if you give me enough notice—” 

“No. No. Whatever the regular flavor is. I don’t need any funny flavors like cherry or cotton candy. Your dick isn’t a vape.” He waves off your suggestion. You can’t help but smile. 

“You don’t need a chaser for your shot.” 

Hank chuckled at the joke. “Not this guy.” using his thumb to point at himself. 

“So if it’s alright with you.” he places a hand firmly on your thigh. You turn your body’s sensitivity up. Whatever is going to happen next you want to feel all of it. “I wanna suck you off.” 

You pull Hank into a kiss, his eyes widen in surprise and he kisses back a soft sigh escaping his nostrils. You feel his beard softly scratching your chin. It’s been trimmed since you last kissed him, and it’s something you can appreciate. 

Hank breaks the kiss after a moment, his eyes lit up with excitement. 

“Get on the bed.” he tells you, his voice low and commanding. Your thirium pump speeds up to accommodate the heat rising in your body. You immediately comply and kick your shoes off before making your way to the middle of the bed. Hank is instantly on top of you, his big hands locked around your wrists and pinning them above your head. Your LED spins yellows from the stark contrast of the nervous man in the park to the bold one in the bedroom. You feel Hank freeze above you. 

“You alright? Your little spinny thing keeps turning yellow.” His voice began to question himself and his actions. 

“I’m alright. I have to confess it’s been turning yellow because you keep surprising me in good ways, Hank. You’re making it difficult for me to stay professional and wanting to focus on my own sexual needs as well as your own.” 

Hank didn’t know what to say to that. He kisses you. You kiss him back and slide your tongue against his lips asking for permission. He grants it by parting his lips and sliding his tongue against your own. You’re both kissing, until you can feel heat pool in your abdomen and the thirium rushing to your cock. Hank is the one to break the kiss. 

The long silver strands of his hair hang in front of his face, he catches his breath. 

“I know I’m basically paying you to get myself off, but I like when my partners have a good time too. Otherwise, it feels weird.” His tone is sincere. There isn’t a hint of any manipulation in his eyes. You don’t know what to do with this information. 

“I want you to feel good. I wanna focus a bit on kissing you or going down on you and opening you up.” Hank’s itinerary for this session seemed well thought out. His cheeks were dusted with a cute rose color. There were things you wanted to say. However, it wasn’t appropriate in sessions with clients. You need to keep things professional. You could be personal to a certain extent, but it was best to nip being vulnerable in the bud before everyone ends up getting confused. So you respond. 

“Whatever you would like to explore with me, this time is yours to do with whatever you want.” your tone is calm and neutral. There is a flash of disappointment in Hank’s eyes, but it is quickly hidden by something else. 

“Sure. I got it.” his hands tighten around your wrists. With the amount of force Hank is using, it will bruise for sure. Hank tilts his head down to your neck and places kisses down your exposed throat. He begins to suck at the skin of your neck and your breath hitches, remembering your sensitivity has been turned up to a higher setting. His teeth graze the sensitive skin of your neck as he bites down causing you to jerk. 

Hank lets go of your wrists you instinctively move to rub the delicate skin. 

“Take your clothes off.” he practically orders. You do exactly as you’re told. You make a show of it, slowly peeling off each article of clothing slowly revealing your artificial skin underneath. Hank watches you with a flamed desire, never taking his eyes off your body. You hook your thumbs underneath the waistband of your underwear and it is the last piece of clothing you slide off. 

You feel a little wary of Hank’s next actions. He has been unpredictable to this point. The man is still fully clothed. The two of you stare at each other for a moment. You are slowly losing control, but you don't find any reason as to why that is a bad thing. Hank’s eyes soften from their previously resistant state. 

“You really are something.” his voice low, almost a whisper. He was admiring you and the way you looked. He leans down and traces your chest. His finger teases the nub of your nipple, prompting it to perk up. You let out a noise of satisfaction as he traces all the way down to your stomach. His eyes eat up the sight of your chest, your stomach, your legs, like he can’t get enough. 

“Who designed you? I wanna buy them a beer.” he chuckles, and you smile in response. He inches closer and trails soft kisses down your chest. You feel the pleasant scratch of his beard tickle your skin as he leaves each kiss. He spreads your legs and you can feel yourself begin to shudder with the anticipation of promised pleasure. You feel the heat and heaviness rush to your cock as Hank begins to kiss between your thighs. You let out a noise of surprise and your cock jerks as Hank bites down in your inner thigh. It’s hard against the silicone of your leg but it’s not unwelcome. You think about installing a software that allows you to feel pain. Although, you don’t know how Hank would react to seeing you in pain. 

Hank is taking his time exploring every inch of your body, tasting your skin and gauging your sensitivity. You wanted him to hurry and he could sense your impatience. You are rewarded with another bite that makes your back arch. 

“Never thought I’d see ya lose your cool this, but you’re a mess.” you can feel the rumble of his laughter against your naked thigh. 

“You’re making it very difficult to stay in control.” there is a shakiness in your voice that wasn’t there before. Hank seems very pleased with the answer because he finally takes your cock into his warm mouth and it’s everything you need right now. 

You could tell immediately by the way Hank licks up your shaft and cups your balls that he has done this before and has done so frequently. The pleasure travels to the rest of your body as you grip the white sheets beneath you. Hank takes you to the back of his throat and you roll your hips into his mouth urging him to go faster. 

You crack your eyes open to see Hank, his large hand wrapped around your cock, tongue swirling the tip, his tongue wet with a strand of your pre-cum. You’ve been wanting this release since the park and Hank knew that and was being such a dick about it. He continues to tease your cock, now fully erect in his mouth. 

Hank places his hands on your hips to keep you from moving into his mouth too much. You forget humans have gag reflexes. His fingers dig into the groves of your hips. It’s at this point you really wish you could feel pain with the amount of pressure Hank is using to dig into you. You think about the burn you wish to feel when Hank first enters you.

You immediately purchase the software while getting your cock sucked and queue it to install later. Your LED flickers yellow and Hank pulls your cock out of his mouth. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks. He’s very attentive and it’s something you enjoy. 

You whine at the lack of warmth surrounding your dick. 

“Nothing, Lieutenant.” you tease, earning a blush from the older man. 

“I purchased a software that would allow me to feel pain.” you confess, Hank raised an eyebrow in question. 

“Why would you want to feel pain?” his tone confused. You could practically hear what he was thinking. People should want to avoid feeling pain at all costs. It could be an in depth conversation. Your systems urging you to change the subject so that you could go back to feeling pleasure. 

You spread your legs, your cock pressed against your stomach, trying to tantalize the Lieutenant into finishing his task. 

“I want to feel the burn of your cock stretching me when you enter me.” your voice comes out low and sultry, making sure your eyes are locked with his. You see Hank’s eyes widen, his blue irises barely visible from how blown his pupils had gotten from arousal. Your statement really did something as your systems indicate that Hank’s cock has hardened by 45%. 

Hank’s face is unreadable. There is a moment of tense silence, truly worried that you broke Hank, you open your mouth to say something but are cut off but Hank pulling you towards him in one swift motion. 

You let out a noise of surprise. He pulls you to the edge of the bed before easily flipping you over. Now while you were mostly made of plastic, silicone, and some titanium rods that make up the structure of well…you, all those materials added up. So for him to pick you up like you weighed nothing surprised you. For androids, this kind of strength was typical. You could lift Hank up and fuck him up against the wall for hours without strain. And Hank was a big man. You think you’re realizing this as you lie on your stomach, your hard cock pressed wetly between your stomach and the sheet beneath. Hank could hurt you if he wanted to. The thought made your cock leak with pre-cum

You let out a shudder breath as you arch your back, your arms underneath you to support your own weight. Then you felt the tip of Hank’s finger circle the rim of your ass. Your systems automatically begin to self-lubricate your hole to ensure no damage as it is part of your basic functions. He inserts his entire finger up to the knuckle. 

You’ve told him before you’re not one to need prep, as your body was literal created to fuck, but it doesn’t make it less enjoyable. You arch your back to try and get as much of the finger. Hank was gracious and added a second finger. You let your head hang down as you pant and resist the urge to jerk yourself off. 

“Fuck, Lieutenant!” you moan as Hank brushes over your synthetic prostate, the bundle of wires finally given some attention and it causes your cock to twitch in pleasure. 

“You like that, huh? I’m not stupid I know how badly you want to beg me to fuck you.” his voice is low and confident. He sounds arrogant and you like it. 

You nodded eagerly. 

“Please, Lieutenant.” you plead, arching you back further. 

“Can’t say no when you ask so nicely.” he gives you ass a pat before slipping out his fingers. You could feel some drops of your lubricant slide down the back of your thighs. You can’t see anything except the sheets beneath you, but the clink of Hank’s belt coming undone and the sound of his zipper mingle with your artificial breathing in the room. 

You tremble in anticipation, the desire to be filled up causes your LED to flicker yet again. Hank doesn’t ask this time how you’re feeling, he could probably guess by the way you’re shaking that you’ve only got one thing on your mind. 

“I’m gonna enter you now, okay?” he asks. Polite when he wants to be. That asshole. 

You nod. 

He enters you and with this position it’s easier to accommodate his size. But it’s still not easy. Fuck, you wish you could feel pain. All you feel is the pressure of it, you wouldn't feel the pleasure of it until he hit your synthetic prostate. He entered slowly like it would hurt you if he didn’t. 

Then he hits that wonderful bundle of wires. Your vision flickers for a moment from the pure pleasure of it. It’s everything you want. 

“Move, please, Hank.” you beg, and you can feel Hank’s cock twitch inside you. He firmly grabs onto your hips. Fuck, his big calloused hands really do something to you. He pulls out halfway and slams back in. The force of it causes your vision to go out for a second again. From there you can hear Hank grunting on top of you, his stomach pressed against your back as his thrusts faster and faster. 

All you can hear is the slapping of skin and both of your noises of pure pleasure. 

“You’re tighter than last time, sweet fuck.” 

You can’t even respond at the point, each one of Hank’s thrusts causing you to get closer and closer to your orgasm. You begin to stroke yourself, so desperate for relief you don't care about professionalism anymore. Hank fills you up so completely there’s no room to think about anything other than his cock. 

“Fucking harder!” you bite out. Hank is more than happy to oblige, as he pounds into you with more force than before. You feel the sheets between your fingers rip from how hard you’re gripping them. Androids were far stronger than their human counterparts. You were never really able to let go sexually with any clients for fear of hurting them. You were always in control. 

It’s difficult to maintain partners that were understanding of your profession. To focus on mutual pleasure rather than one sided pleasure or exaggerating your own pleasure for their egos. 

Why is this a thought right now? 

You focus back on stroking your own dick and you’re so close. Your moans fill the room. Your systems indicate that Hank is close as well. You finally cum so hard you bite down Hank’s pillow and the noise that is forced out of your throat could probably be heard outside. You ass tightens around Hank’s cock as you cum and you can feel the man speeding up his thrust before finally cumming inside you. He jerks his hips so that he finishes completely inside of you. You’re still cumming by the time he finishes, your body quivering as you ride out the rest of your orgasm. 

It takes you both a bit to recover. You feel Hank’s now soft member still inside you. He pulls out and you sigh in relief. There is still 36 minutes and 23 seconds left on the clock. 

You flip over as you feel Hank’s semen leaking out of you. Your own artificial semen tacky and sticking on your stomach. You scoot over on the bed to make room for Hank, and he lays down next to you looking up at the ceiling. 

“If I could tip again I would, holy shit.” he seemed tired, but there was something in him that sounded rejuvenated. 

You laugh at his joke. 

“It truly was my pleasure, Hank.” You offer him a polite smile. You felt a little different. That seemed different but you couldn’t place what about it seemed different. 

“What would you like to do with the remainder of your time?” you ask, shifting back into a professional persona. You turn to face him. You see the curls on his chest trail down his stomach and you have the urge to run your hands through them. 

Hank notices you staring at his chest. He turns to the bedside table to procure a dry washcloth. He hands it over to you. 

“Do you need to use the shower or something to …clean yourself up?” realizing the mess he left inside you.

“There’s no need. I’m self-cleaning and something I’ll deal with later.” you almost laugh at the face Hank’s makes. You thank him for the washcloth nonetheless, using it to clean up your semen.

“Can I hold you?” He is brave enough to ask. 

This takes you by surprise. Your appointments are typically only an hour long and never leave room to cuddle. However, there were some clients that did hire specifically to cuddle and they are very pleasant experiences. You see this as no different. Right? 

You scoot closer to Hank on the bed and into an arm he has open to accommodate you. Resting your head against his soft chest was refreshing and nice after sex. No wonder it was something humans did. You can hear Hank’s heart against his chest. You count his heartbeats and it’s a bit fast, but you figure it’s from the sex. You give into your urge to play with his chest hair. It’s soft and graying. You tangle a few of the hairs between your fingers and you can feel Hank’s eyes on you. Neither of you say anything else for the duration of your cuddle session. At the 5 minute mark you look up to meet Hank’s eyes. 

“I have to get going.” your voice is soft. You call for a self-driving car. It should be here by the time you’re finished dressing. 

Hank nods and unwraps his arm from around your shoulder allowing you the space to get up. You bring the washcloth with you and place it into your jacket pocket. It was only polite that you wash it for next time. Assuming there is a next. You’re around 97.3% positive there would be. You get dressed and Hank only slips on his underwear and a t-shirt. He walks you to the door and opens it for you. The self-driving car is there waiting for you. 

“Thank you for tonight, Hank. I hope you had a good time.” You smile at him.  His cheeks flush once again and he waves you off. 

“Yeah, yeah. You know you’re good, you don’t gotta ask.” you laugh at his response. 

“I’ll give you a call?” he asks, despite the fact that he can call upon your services at any time. 

“I’d like that, Hank.” nodding, before heading out of the house and into the car on your way home.

Chapter Text

‘How could I be so stupid?’ you keep repeating as you berate yourself. You knew you should have trusted what humans called “their gut’. Now you were sitting in a cell. Practically on full display behind the transparent plexiglass that kept you from leaving. It reminds you of when you were for sale at a cyberlife store and kept on display in a skimpy outfit for anyone to purchase for their profit or pleasure. It feels like a different lifetime. Yet somehow, your former life re-enters the new one you’re trying to make for yourself. 

This manifested as someone who had previously worked at the same club as you had telling you about a party that some sleazebag was hosting. He needed a couple of “sexbots” to give the illusion of some hedonistic coked out orgy. 

All you needed to do was fill up any empty glass you saw and maybe give some guys a couple of handjobs, that was it. Easy money. However, when a bunch of cops in riot gear burst through the doors leading to  a shootout, you abandon the cock in your hand and run. 

Your next objective appears in your line of vision reading as ‘head to the backdoor’ . It was your only salvation from this hell hole and just as you turned the corner you're face to face with a cop who towered over you. You couldn't go back due to the shootout behind and this cop was blocking your way ahead. You freeze, unsure of what to do.  

It seems like everyone aside from the wait staff, most of whom were undercover cops, were arrested on the scene. Including yourself. Your hand was still sticky from this middle age man’s cock and the only thing you needed in the world right now was some hand sanitizer. 

The cop shouted at you. You couldn’t make out what with all of the gunshots in the background. It seemed to anger him more and he pushed you down to the floor. Your vision blacked out for a second as it momentarily lost connection. You attempt to scoot away from the taller man, your LED flickering yellow, but he is on you quickly. He flips you onto your stomach. You feel the cool tile pressed up against your exposed stomach. The cop picks you up by the hair, your LED now flashes red and your eyes are forced shut as he slams you back down to the ground. He reads you your rights as he puts you in handcuffs. It’s  kind of funny. If this was before the revolution you would just put straight into evidence or immediately destroyed at the junkyard. Now you're legally considered a person. A person who is considered innocent until proven guilty. At least, that's how it's supposed to be. 

The handcuffs were a little too tight against your wrists. Nothing you have handled before but it seems the arresting officer had some sort of vendetta against android sex workers, seeing as he spoke and treated you as if you were the dirt beneath his shoe. 

Fortunately,  you don’t see him again. You are thrown into a boxy police wagon along with the other androids working alongside you. There are no seats, not that you needed one. Everyone was packed in so tight that everyone was pressed up against each other. If you were human you would probably feel claustrophobic. You wonder what now. You don't know any lawyers. You have some money saved up but not enough to get you out on bail and without doing any time. You will disappear without notifying your clients, not like they'll wait for you to get released either way. At very least, you can take solace in the fact that they no longer deactivate androids accused of a crime and now will have an actual trial. Although, the human only jury will probably not go easy on you. 

So many variants of your future streamed through your head. Your last thought cut off when the truck stopped. All of you were ordered to get out one by one, escorted by different cops who were unfortunate enough to work the night shift. You were the last one off, a younger cop with nervous eyes let you get out of the truck on your own. She gently grabbed your arm and led you through the front entrance of the station. You scanned the name on the building ‘DPD Central Station’. 

‘Great.’ you think sarcastically to yourself. 

To say the station was busy was an understatement. After the raid everyone was trying to cope with booking the 28 people who were arrested at the scene. It was pure chaos. Despite the ironic lawlessness of the place, time slowed down as you spotted a pair of familiar blue eyes. Around the same time you noticed him, he noticed you. 

Hank. 

His eyes widened in surprise, probably never thinking he would see you in his place of work. It was hard to remember someone was a criminal when you were fucking them. You held your head up high and turned away from his gaze. You didn't want him to see you like this. All bruised up, in a tacky skimpy outfit you were obligated to wear that left little to the imagination.

You were the last one out, and while everyone else was being processed you were lucky enough to have the communal cell to yourself.  Which brings you to your current situation. Your thirium pump worked overtime to keep you from overheating from how anxious you felt. Some condensation beaded on your forehead as the cold AC air hit your synthetic skin. It almost looked like sweat and it unnerved you. 

You can't believe you saw Hank, especially with the state you're in. You run a diagnostic check to see what damage was after what that asshole cop who arrested you did. Luckily, all of your major hardware is unscathed. It was mostly superficial with bruising and some bleeding. Your chest and stomach got the worst of it when you were slammed onto the ground, there was a crack on your titanium sternum but nothing a welder who specialized in fixing up androids couldn't fix. The damage looked much worse than what it was. 

Your ears perked up at the sound of the electric beeping from the pin pad on the glass of your cell. You look up to see Hank looking at you like some injured dog. You don’t need his pity or his help. You don’t want to owe anyone anything. The door opened with a ‘woosh’ and Hank stepped into the cell. 

Your thirium pump struggled to keep you from overheating, your LED quickly flickering yellow. The power dynamics in the situation weren't leaning in your favor at all. All scenarios of where you leave this situation unharmed are at 15% based on previous data. Hank took a step closer and he must have seen the look in your eyes and took a step back. He put his hands up to show he meant no harm and staying on the other side of the room allowed you to relax. Your LED was still yellow but no longer flickering as quickly as before. 

“Didn't mean to scare ya.” He started. His warm gruff voice was a comfort in this cold cell. He looks you up and down, noticing the bruising and the way you hold your hand over your chest. His eyes narrow. 

“Did those red ice bastards do that to you?” His tone turned firm, but calm. 

“No. This big guy in riot gear arrested me and threw me around a little. It's really not that bad.” You try and wave it off. You don't want to have to deal with police brutality charges, especially since you're a sex worker that no one cares about and most will say you deserved it. 

You see the anger light behind Hank's eyes. Fuck, you shouldn't have said anything. You probably pissed him off and not only have you lost a good customer, but will probably definitely be going to prison. 

“What did they look like?” Hank continues to ask. 

“Hank, it doesn't matter “ you brush it off not wanting to drag this out longer than you need to. You hope that calling him by his name grounds him for a moment.

“Of course it matters!” he raises his voice. You flinch. There is an immediate look of regret that appears on his face. His voice softens. Just for you. So that he doesn’t scare you. You try not to read into it.  

“They shouldn't have laid one finger on you. Were you at that party?” You don’t reveal anything else. Hank picks up on the hint that you don’t want to talk about it anymore. 

“Right, right.” Hank's anger subsides as he realizes the details aren't important right now. A quiet moment passes between you two. The distant sound of shouting and the ringing of phones are all that you can hear.  

“Has anyone come by to process you?” He asks and looks behind him to make sure no one is there. 

“No.” You reply. 

“So then we just need to get you out of here. Without anyone noticing.” He whispers low enough just for you to hear. 

You look at him warily. Why is he helping you? 

—---- 

The soft leather of Hank's coat draped over your shoulders feels nice against your skin. You take in the smell. You file it away. You were told to wait here until Hank could slip away and drive you home. The driver’s seat door opens and Hank quickly sits down. You’re quiet. Your battery is low from working and then being at the station most of the night, you’re trying to conserve all of the energy you have left. Hank keeps glancing at you but doesn’t say anything as he turns the car on. The rumble of the engine feels nice as you can feel the vibrations throughout your body. Hank drives away from the station. Then he cuts the silence. 

“Where am I takin’ you?” his eyes not leaving the road, a hand resting on his right thigh while the other is holding onto the steering wheel. You like the way his hands look. You replay the last time his hands were on your thighs, the memory playing over and over until you almost lose yourself in the feeling. You give him your address and he nods in confirmation. He pulls up to the apartment complex. It’s quiet and most of the lights are off. There isn’t anyone around on the block at 4 in the morning. He parks the car. Before he can say anything you slide into his lap. 

“Whoa! What are you doing?” his eyes wide like saucers. You scoff as you begin to unbutton his shirt. 

“I know what the price of your help is. I’d rather not owe anyone anything.” your fingers continue to unbutton his shirts revealing the silver chest hair your eyes avert his gaze. Hank places his hands on yours. They are warm. You look at him in confusion. 

“Y-You don’t owe me anything. I…” he struggles and his tongue stumbles for the words. You wait for him expectantly for a response. Anything to shed light on the situation.

“I just want to make sure you’re safe. You don’t need to do anything in return.” 

“That’s bullshit.” you instantly reply. Your tone is harsher than it needs to be. “You don’t get something for nothing. It’s a lesson I learned very quickly from humans.” You can’t look at the somber look in his eyes. You can’t stand the pity. 

Hank sighs, resigning from the conversation. He gently takes your hands off of his shirt and re-buttons his shirt back up. 

“Get some sleep or recharge I guess. You can give me my jacket back next time I see you.” a promise to see you again you know he will keep. Your eyebrows knit together. You’re frustrated, and Hank can see it on your face. He is patient as you get off of his lap and make your way back home without so much as a goodbye or thank you. Hank waits to make sure you enter the building safely. 

You immediately enter stasis so that you don’t have to think about him. 

When you wake up Hank is the first and only thing on your mind. 

—--

Hank has been running through your mind ever since he helped you out after your arrest. It would be unprofessional for you to contact him unless you were having a special of some kind and you had no intention of offering one so that was off the table. You replay what he had said to you before you left. Hopefully, playing it over and over again will help you find out what it is he meant. 

“I just want to make sure you’re safe. You don’t need to do anything in return.”

The way Hank handles you is different from your other clients. You really think any other human would have demanded at least a blowjob for risking their neck for you. Hank actually seemed offended at the fact you expected it from him. So when he texted you about wanting to fuck, everything in you resisted the urge to message him back immediately. 

Hank wanted you to be a harder dom. Someone to completely dominate his physical and emotional needs. He was showing you a side of him he hadn’t shown anyone in a very long time. You took his gift for what it was. To be vulnerable. You desperately wanted to be everything he ever wanted. You want him to feel thoroughly and rawly fucked. Someone to almost overwhelm him but drag him right over the edge. Someone to throw him around like he didn’t weigh anything. Someone more durable than the average human. You both texted about the details for the night. 

When you arrived, few words were exchanged. You returned his jacket he had lent you the night he recused you. Rescued sounds so dramatic but what else would you call it. He leads you to the bedroom and begins to undress in front of you. His cheeks flush red as he did so. You simply watch in pleasure as he sheds each layer of clothes as each inch of his skin is exposed. Just for you. You take a step towards him, your boots clicking against the hardwood. In the span of a few seconds you scan his wrists and continue your heavy steps. You could see a bit of panic in his eyes increasing as he took a step away from you. Your arms reach out in an instant and tightly grab hold of Hank’s wrists and slam him against the wall. 

Hank lets out a grunt of surprise and squeezes his eyes shut as his head touches the wall. You make sure to keep your strength completely under control so that Hank isn’t actually hurt, simply surprised. His eyes snap open and they meet yours. His pupils are wide, indicating his arousal. Letting go of his wrists you place your hands on his plush hips. You can see Hank flush red from such an intimate touch. Your hands slide around his waist and slowly to the flesh of his ass. You savor every touch and treasure every noise you get from Hank. You give him a firm squeeze, really feeling his body in your hands. You can feel him tremble against you. You slowly kneel and stop when you're face to face with Hank's reddening cock. The heat of it pleasantly pressed against your cheek. You take him deep into your mouth and throat in one swift motion without giving him any warning. The gasp he lets out causes your own cock to stir in arousal. You intake an artificial inhale of air, Hank's natural scent and the remnants of his body wash swirl in your nostrils as your nose nestles in the gray bed of curls above his cock. 

You feel drunk off your own desire. The deep seeded need to dominate Hank in every conceivable way was a hunger you didn't know needed to be sated. You could easily bruise him; you could mark that delicate human skin and he beg for more. You can picture him touching himself from the feeling of each mark you left behind. The want to fuck him so thoroughly he aches for you is consuming. 

These are dangerous thoughts. 

Not only are they unprofessional, they are addictive. 

Your LED spins yellow but Hank is too enthralled with the heat of your mouth he doesn’t notice your internal struggle. You set the thoughts aside to wrestle and deconstruct later. For now, all you want to hear are the sweet and gruff moans escaping Hank's lips and the wet sounds of you sucking his cock. Your fingers dig deep into the meat of his ass, bobbing your head back and forth, his cock unbelievably hard in your mouth. You think of the pleasure he has brought you. How kind he has been to you, the way he looks at you. It's different from other clients. You talk, and you can see he respects your professional boundaries. You can see each of his touches are careful and restrained. 

You see he is not holding back his strength but his gentleness. 

You could taste the saltiness of his precum leaking and smearing against the back of your throat. Hank has a hand on your head, palm placed on the back of your head encouraging you to go deeper. You suddenly pull his cock out of your mouth, your lips wet and glossy from your oral lubricant and Hank's pre-ejaculate. You can hear him breathing heavily as he removed his hand from the back of your head and  runs a hand through his silver locks. 

"Holy shit, something’s different today." He breathes out. 

"I like seeing you let go." You smile at him, however, there is a certain satisfaction behind it that Hank can see but can't quite identify. 

A quick scan shows his elevated heart rate and quickening breaths that reveal an anxious feeling in Hank tonight. You need to make sure to take things slow in order to ease him into this position. He simply stares at you waiting for you to make your next move, your fingers still digging in bruisingly against the skin of his hips. 

"I want you to turn around and put your hands up against the wall." Your eyes flick up at him. 

"Hey, that's usually my line." He chuckles nervously, stalling for time. 

You stand from your kneeling position, your presence imposes an air of dominance over Hank and he looks at you for a moment before obeying. He waits, palms planted on the eggshell wall of his bedroom as you intentionally take your time to make him sweat a little. You could tell by the flush on the back of his neck that he was completely enjoying the experience. 

"Bend over." You lower your voice module by 32% for the perfect tone. 

You hear Hank's breath shudder as his palms slowly begin to descend down the wall as he bends over. His heartbeat rises at a rate that wasn't too alarming. You keep Hank’s old injuries in mind but the goal is still to make Hank’s whole body to ache from pleasure.

Your fingers brush over the plush of his ass and he lets out a sharp gasp, almost as if you hurt him. "You're so quiet now. You usually make some wise cracks to relieve the tension." 

"D-don't say the word crack with your hand this close to my ass." 

You can't help the laugh that escapes. This guy was something else. You can tell he is putting a lot on the line by being vulnerable like this with you. He is the type of man to have high walls around his feelings and slowly but surely you're beginning to peer over them. 

"You are a tough nut to break." you tease. 

"Oh c'mon that one's too easy."

You take two fingers into your mouth as your salivary lubricant programming initiates and you slowly roll your tongue between the length of your fingers. Your fingers glisten as you completely coat them in lubricant. 

"I'm going to insert a finger." You warn, and wait a moment to see if Hank has any protests. When nothing was said, you insert a finger into his impossibly tight hole. 

"Fuck, Hank, I'm already getting hard just thinking about what it will feel like being inside you." 

The finger isn't completely inserted; you can feel Hank freeze as he tightens around your finger. You lean and press yourself against Hank. His breath quickens and you pepper soft kisses down his shoulder to calm him. 

"I need you to relax, Hank. Take your time. I'm not going anywhere." 

Your finger stays where it is, tightly enveloped in the heat of Hank's hole. You feel yourself straining against your underwear wanting so badly to enter him. Hank's breaths slow down. As you begin to feel his grip around your finger lax  your eyes flick up to look at the back of Hank's head. 

"Another one." He grunts. You nod and oblige his wanton request. You insert a second slicked up finger up to the knuckle and you can feel him tremble beneath you. He takes the second one much better. 

"It's like riding a bike -ah- you never forget." He moans, and lightly begins to back up against your fingers. You love seeing him so eager and at the cusp of pleasure in a way you haven't seen before. 

"We can try that position instead if you like " you give him a playful bite. 

You hear the rumble of his laughter. 

"I don't have the knees for that anymore. That train has left the station." 

"What is with all these metaphors about methods of transportation?"

"I'm telling your ass to fuckin’ move is what it is." Taunting you with him fucking himself back against your fingers. You taunt back by curling your fingers upward looking for a very specific human gland that will do the opposite of shut Hank up. A guttural moan was ripped from Hank as you gently massage this specific bundle of nerves. You press yourself against his ass and he lets out a gasp. 

"Can you feel how hard I am for you, Lieutenant?"

Hank can't do anything but tremble under you. You continue to slowly finger him and stretch him open. You're excited to feel the heat of his ass around your cock. Hank had requested no condom. Citing “I want to feel you leak out of me.” 

You finally feel as if he stretched enough for you and update him. 

"I'm gonna pull my fingers out " and he gives you a light nod before you slide them out with a wet squelch. 

You undo your belt and it ‘clinks’ as you toss it on the bed and ride your pants down. You slip your hard and weeping cock from the confines of your underwear. You align your cock Hank’s ass. Spreading the soft cheeks of his ass your well lubricated cock slides between the soft flesh until you’re met with a firm ring of muscle. 

“I’m about to put the tip in, Lieutenant.” you warn and wait a moment for Hank to react. He was rigid against you. Probably not used to being so exposed in this way. Never having your pleasure centered was something you were accustomed to in this line of work. Somehow Hank always made sure you were having a good time and that everything he did to you felt good . 

“No need to narrate everything, just do —” and before he could finish his sentence you had pressed the tip of your cock past the first ring of muscles. 

“Fuuucck…” you elongate the word as it mingles in with your moans and Hank’s low groan. The wet tight heat gripping your cock as Hank’s ass is practically sucking your cock in. You can’t help but continue without waiting for Hank’s verbal approval. It seems it didn’t matter as Hank’s arms begin to shake, he pants as he adjusts to your size. 

“I-I forgot how good this feels, holy shit.” he manages to breathe out. You give him a few more seconds before you slam the rest of your cock into him, causing him to jerk as he throws his head back. The long silver strands of his hair beautifully fan out across his shoulder blades, his back arching wanting every inch of you completely inside of him. 

The way he wanted you to take him, hard and rough, like you couldn’t control yourself. Losing yourself in him. The same way you’re lost in him right now. You run your hand up his back and through the silver locks of his hair. Your grip tightens as you pull his hair back from the scalp. Hank shudders and freezes. You pull your cock out half way out and Hank whines at the loss of being full. 

“You’re so greedy, your ass just swallowed my cock up like it was nothing.” you whisper to him. 

He doesn’t say anything but rolls his hips to fuck himself against your cock. That earns him a quick yank of his hair, his breath shudders in surprise at the sudden jolt of pain. You need him to be complicit and submissive. You need him fucked so good he doesnt remember his name. To let go of the shame and embrace that he deserves to be fucked good and hard. 

“I’m fucking you today, and I tell you when, where, and how hard ." Your vocal module modifies to the point you're practically growling into the shell of his ear. You give the soft cartilage a light nibble, the sharp point of your canine tooth scraping over the delicate skin. 

"Got it?" You whisper, feeling the shivers that shoot down Hank's spine against your skin. Hank's swallows loudly. He gives you a nod. You seem to have rendered him speechless. You'll get some noise out of him soon enough so you're not too concerned. You thrust back into him and pull his hair simultaneously. He can't help but yell but you can tell from your scan that that move alone made him completely hard, his cock starting to leak wet droplets on the hardwood floor beneath you. 

The heat is so intense. You hardly ever get to top and are more than happy to get the opportunity, especially with a man like Hank. To see the bear of a man brought to a whiny mess just begging to be fucked brought you an immense feeling of satisfaction. Your fingers are tight against his hips. You are trying so hard to be careful but the more you thrust in and out of Hank the less careful you are about not hurting the man. 

But Hank wanted to be hurt. 

He wanted to be covered in bruises and filled with your come. Your abdomen heats up, your optics informing you that you're close to releasing. You fuck him faster, grip his hair tighter. You can hear him moaning, the words 'fuck' 'faster' and 'so good' all mingling. It’s not long before his words become incoherent. You give one last thrust before you gently roll your hips and come into him. Your head lolls to the side as you moan riding the rest of your orgasm. 

"Fuck…" Hank breathes out as he feels himself being filled up with your come, his legs shaking, arms at the brink while holding himself up against the wall. You slowly pull out of him, sighing in disappointment at the loss of pleasure around your cock. Hank also lets out a low groan of disappointment. The white almost translucent artificial semen leaking out of Hank's ass, makes you ready for round two. You don't have a refractory period and can go as long as you are charged and fully functional. 

You help Hank up off the wall, he stumbles, cock red and painfully hard as he turns to face you. Leaning against the wall he tries to catch his breath, but you are on him in a second. You grip his cock gently into your palm and his throat lets out a raw groan as his eyes flutter shut from the pleasure. 

"You poor thing." You tell him feigning pity.

"W-What's next?" Giving you a cocky grin. Truth was Hank was so close to being pushed over the edge of pure submission. 

"What we discussed." You respond plainly. Hank blinks in surprise. You let go of Hank's cock and he intakes an inhale of air through his teeth. 

"You weren't serious, there's no way you could. I'm way too heavy." He says, with a twinge of embarrassment. You can tell he wants to spare himself the idea that his fantasy might be real and the threat of disappointment that also comes with it if it fails.  

"I'm always serious when it comes to work." The words feel artificial, but your eyes light up in amusement. You feel like that the automatic response was the safest because things were starting to feel dangerously outside of the realm of what was work and what was indulgent.  Hank gives you an inquisitive look. He is a detective after all and can tell when something is off. You must have fucked him good, because he decides to take mercy on you and change the subject. 

"So how does this work? How do we start?" He asks, his tone patient, seemingly trying to stall for more time so that you're able to re-enter the scene and mentally and emotionally come back to him. The man is so patient and kind. It is his time and most would be annoyed with you. You don't think Hank is capable of acting that way with you, not seriously at least. 

"I lift one of your legs up and then the other and fuck you hard against the wall. All you have to do is hold on." Your finger traces his outer thigh, Hank hums in response. Your other hand plays with the tuft of silver hairs on his chest. Hank lets out huff of amused air. 

"C'mon, don’t we need a harness? Install a sex swing of some kind?" His tone is still full of doubt. It's better to just show him. 

You slide your hand between Hank's soft thighs encouraging him to pry them open slightly which he obliges. With his back against the walls you motion for him to lift his leg, which he does, and you hook and arm under the crook of his knee. 

You hold it easily, Hank looks nervous. 

"Let's start here. Then when you're ready give me your other leg." You state, eyes stern ready to reassure Hank of necessary. 

Hank simply nods. He is trusting you. It isn't easy for him. Hell, it's one of the first things you learn about the man. With his leg up it gives you easy access to his ass. Your stomachs pressed against one another and you feel the heat of his cock pressed wetly against your skin. 

You enter him with a low groan and little resistance. Having thoroughly fucked him early, his hole is still relaxed enough for you to slide inside him entirely, most of your artificial semen having dripped out already. No worries, you'll fill him up with more. Hank arches his back and wraps his arms around your neck in order to hold on. His eyes snap open, as if remembering something important. 

"Is this okay?" He asks. You wonder why he is so nervous. 

"Whatever you need. As long as I get to be inside of you." You offer him a smile, before pulling out halfway and thrusting back in, causing Hank to howl. This position definitely hit his prostate in ways other positions couldn't. You love the way Hank's eyes roll back in complete and utter bliss. You continue to fuck him, the wet slaps and sounds of your moans mingling together loud enough to probably annoy the occupants of the house next door, but it doesn’t matter. You can feel Hank's hardened cock poke against your stomach. You resist the urge to stroke him, knowing if you did this would all end as Hank was human and didn't have the same refractory period you did. 

"I-I'm ready." Hank announces between moans, and he slowly lifts his other leg and you quickly hook it with arm and lift him higher against the wall so that the underside of his thighs are firmly pressed against your arms. 

"Oh." Hank rolls his head to the side and grits his teeth. You're the deepest you have ever been inside of him, as he is fully seated on your cock. You give him a moment to adjust, but only just a moment. You can only edge yourself so much before you buck into him. Hank's eyes tighten shut. 

He lets himself go and entrusts himself to you completely and you don't take it lightly. You plan to give him everything he's ever wanted. You begin to bounce him on your cock and his ass tightens around you with each thrust. You feel his cock sliding up and down your stomach, your optics indicating he's very close. The tighter Hank gets the faster you fuck him. You want to be able to fuck him through his orgasm. 

"Fuck! Right there that feels so fuckin' good!" He growls out, and you do exactly as you're told and repeatedly hit that spot. Hank hangs onto your neck as if he were afraid he would float away if he let go. Your fingers dig hard into his flesh the closer you get to your orgasm.  You come first. Your head rests on Hank's shoulder as you come inside him for the second time that night. Your fingers gripping tighter, forgetting you could easily bruise Hank but not caring at the moment and knowing Hank doesn’t either. 

As soon as you're done Hank tightens around you as he reaches his climax. You fuck him hard through his orgasm, and you feel teeth scrape against your neck. Hank bites down hard as you fuck him and as he comes. A low growl escapes as he breaks the first two layers of synthetic skin causing you to bleed. Hank tastes the thirium on his lips and sputters, effectively putting him into panic mode. You continue to hold him up not wanting to leave the scene so suddenly. 

"Don't swallow Hank, spit it out." You're calm and collected. 

Hank wipes the blue blood on his arm, eyes blown in shock. His emotions heightened by his recent orgasm. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I-I fuck!" He squirms in your hold, and you move him away from the wall. You're still able to hold him up without it and Hank is surprised by the look on his face. You bring him to the bed and gently set him down. You're standing between his naked thighs. He looks up at you and a hand tentatively reaches out to the deep bite mark on your throat. 

"I lost myself. I didn't mean to…"  he doesn't know what else to say. 

Alarm bells go off on your head. The urge to take his hand and place a kiss on it to reassure him is strong. Your LED flickers yellow. Hank snaps his back and away from you as he sees the LED. He looks you up and down. His come on your chest, the bleeding bite mark on your throat. Hank looks horrified and ashamed. 

"I'm so fuckin' sorry. I didn't wanna be one of those johns that just use you up or hurt you. You deserve more than that. I…" Hank continues to not know what to say. 

Against all professional protocols you have installed, you defy the odds. You slide into his lap and snake your arms around his neck pulling him in. His arms are frozen as far away from you as they can be. Then you feel him relax around you as you feel the warmth of his arms around your naked back. 

"I'm alright, Hank. You did nothing wrong but experience pleasure in a way you haven't in a long time."

You can hear how fast his heart is beating, you are counting it in your head and saving the schematics in his file. Taking in his scent you save those as well along with how he smelled the night he dropped you off. 

"I don't wanna do it in a way that takes from you." His voice sounds small and soft as opposed to the gruff and dominating tone it usually carries. 

"You shouldn't care how I feel Hank. I'm simply providing a service. You're my client.” You repeat firmly on autopilot as you have done so many times before.  

"Then how come you're still here? Our session was over 10 minutes ago." Hank states without any malice, in fact, he holds you closer. The way he looks at you. The way his hand feels on the small of your back. You buckle down. You quickly get dressed and leave as fast as you can. 

Hank doesn’t try to stop you and you don’t look back as to not see the look on his face. It's not something you want to remember. 

Chapter Text

Hank sits there unmoving for what feels like hours. With his adrenaline coming down, his joints and muscles are starting to feel that specific ache in his knees that became more and more familiar the older he got. He couldn't take the sight of watching the android leave and instead stares blankly at the textured ceiling above. The squeaky ceiling fan makes the only noise in the room giving Hank something to focus on. The room had once felt magnetic with a tangible exciting electricity and was now heavy with a stale and stagnant feeling. As soon he hears the front door click closed, he shuts his eyes tightly and takes a deep breath in to keep the tears that were beginning to well in his eyes at bay. 

Anxious thoughts race through his head, none of them kind or compassionate enough to bring him any sort of comfort. Hank knew this would happen from his first night with him, but he thought he could keep how he was starting to feel contained. He knew every compliment, touch, and look was all part of the act that Hank paid for. He had just hoped the illusion would last a little longer. 

It's an interactive performance. Whatever feelings Hank may have perceived from the younger man was something only he was aware of. Especially after witnessing him run out of here as soon as he could locate his own underwear. The thirium had dried and faded and Hank could no longer taste the bitterness on his tongue. However, the artificial semen remained inside and he could feel it slowly leaking out of him, a stinging reminder of the events that had just come to pass. 

Uncomfortably, he sits up with a deep sigh and eventually stands with a low grunt from the aches left behind. He wants a drink, but that isn't an option for him anymore. He has feelings for the younger man and it isn't something he is denying anymore. However, he needs to accept the rejection and take time to heal. Lick his wounds so to speak. 

After a shower, Sumo follows him into the bedroom. He always seems to know when Hank is struggling, his fluffy body slowly making his way to the bed. He glances over at his phone. No notifications. He plops it next to him on the bed and tries to ignore the gnawing sensation of wanting to reach out first. This sort of thing needs time to cool off.  

Hank hasn't felt this way about someone in a long time. He knows the unmistakable feeling of wanting to throw up at the thought of the possibility that the feelings will be reciprocated. 

Because then what? He is too old to get his heart broken again, or to provide the kind of life that his former… service provider, deserves. There are a few permanent cracks on his heart that will never heal. The bloom of whatever he felt for the android made him feel alive again. Flowers broke through the hardened exterior of his heart.

The worst part is that Hank willingly let himself fall. He got caught up in the fantasy because it felt good. Hank knows he is stupid to develop feelings for someone he was paying to fuck. In his earlier days, it would have caused him to go into a crisis that the person that has his heart is an android. 

Until about a year and a half ago, he didn't think androids were human. It something that's gnaws at Hank uncomfortably each time he fucks the younger android. It is something he used to struggle with. Hell, it still bothers him. His grief and prejudice dug deep into him until ultimately overcoming and becoming an accomplice in the android revolution. 

Now, he has feelings for an android. Feelings he never thought he would feel again, let alone towards an android. He has inevitably fallen in love. It sounds too sweet and cliche for someone like him but he finds himself in this situation regardless. 

Of course, it has to be someone who has experienced the cruelty of humanity towards androids first hand. Investigating The Eden Club and letting those two girls go opened his eyes to the horrible things androids could be made to do. Specifically, for the profit of humans. Hank has never asked about the android’s pre-deviant life because it's none of his business. He is sure that it's not an experience the other man likes to dwell on. Hank can only guess and even then he can't think about it for too long without getting angry. Assuming the android had deviated and gotten away, Hank doesn't even want to think about what his experience at Jericho was like. 

Despite all that he saw the best in an old, former alcoholic/suicidal, human cop. The android had every right to mistrust humans after everything he had endured. However, Hank never felt any kind of resentment from him. Even when Hank had broken him out of jail and the android was obviously nervous about what Hank might do to him. Hank didn't take him lashing out personally and he could tell the other man appreciated it. 

Moments of thinking about the android’s safety took up a lot of free space in his mind. It makes him wonder what he is like with his other clients. Hopefully not any fucking creeps but that's unlikely. Hank doesn't really care that the other man fucks them, it's clear he has a strict work ethic when it comes to his clients. A work ethic that Hank respects. Which is why when the other man stayed to comfort him past his allotted time, it gave Hank the encouragement to ask. Because it doesn't matter if he fucks other clients. Hank just wants things to be good for him, and to see more of him without the performance.

It was obvious the younger man had felt conflicted about his professionalism and the romantic interest he had in Hank. Hank second guesses what he saw in the android's eyes. Years of detective work and his close work with androids meant he had an eye for their body language. He is hesitant to believe what his eyes saw due to the heartbreak that would undoubtedly come from their relationship. 

The way the android left meant the interest had been reciprocated. The realization from the other man was clear. Yet, for whatever reasons the other man has, he can't. Hank will eventually come to terms with it, but doesn’t stop Hank from aching for him.

He falls asleep not long after.

—

You get home and immediately go into stasis mode as you charge yourself. You don't want to think about what happened. You can't right now. 

When you awake you notice Hank hasn't attempted to text or call you. There is an instant gratitude you feel although a twinge of disappointment tugs at you as well. Things had escalated quickly, your feelings seemingly coming from out of nowhere. You try and prove it to yourself by looking through Hank's file and some of the thoughts that had automatically uploaded to the Cyberlife cloud. Your feelings are unmistakably your own fault. There were thoughts you dwelled on for too long. Thoughts of Hank and what it would be like to have this be something real. 

Then you play your memory from the night before. You can't help but replay the moments over and over wanting to know where things went wrong? 

It's unfair to place any of the blame on Hank. The man had been nothing but kind, honest, and respectful . All the qualities that you have noticed aren't humanity’s specialty. Hank is different in that way. The way his eyes look when he thinks you're not looking carries a lot of pain. 

You know little about the older man, but you enjoy the way he makes you feel. You can't think of a time when a human has ever made you feel this way. There aren't many androids who have accomplished the same feat either. Maybe you could finally let yourself have something real for once. Even if it is with a human. You’re thankful for the lack of appointments today. How were you supposed to suck dick under these conditions? You decide to pull the trigger on a software you have been thinking about for awhile.

‘78% complete’

You watch the loading bar in the corner of your eye. Your circuits hum with nervousness and excitement. The eagerness practically dancing on your fingertips. Only to be launched if the moment came. 

—

Hank continues to go to work like normal. Life goes on after heartbreak. It's been two weeks since his personal life had taken a decline. People were well aware Hank isn't a ray of sunshine, but since getting sober he has been much more pleasant to be around. He has been in a good mood up until two weeks ago.Everyone avoided him like the plague not wanting to get caught up in whatever he is going through.

By the time he had stopped staring at his coffee it was cold. Can't have anything nice these days. Not even the smallest of mercies for him. He is thankful Connor had the courtesy to give him some space today, although tomorrow he will be asking all about his feelings and if he's relapsed blah blah. It’s hard to avoid him at work and at home. Just a bunch of bullshit he can't deal with right now. 

Connor is what one would consider a good friend. Gavin is the exact opposite and ensures he is having a truly shit day.  

“What's wrong, Anderson? Don't tell me you've already relapsed. It's only been a couple months.” His shit eating grin is impossible to mistake. 

“Leave me alone, Reed.” Hank doesn't have the patience or energy to deal with this asshole. His tone is full of annoyance and disinterest so that Gavin knows exactly what he's feeling. 

“C'mon Hank, where's your holiday spirit? Think you'll be okay not drinking with all the alcohol at the party later?” The name rolls off his tongue like an insult. Hank takes a deep breath to calm himself down, remembering those stupid, but useful, breathing exercises Connor encouraged him to use. The station doesn't need another yelling match between him and Reed this early in the morning. And fuck! He had forgotten there was a mandatory holiday party. An effort for more “team bonding” between the humans and androids at the station. 

What a load of shit, he doesn't need to go! 

“Fuck. Off. Asshole.” Each word is a dagger, warning Gavin to leave. Gavin lets out an exaggerated laugh as he flips Hank off and leaves. Hank lets out a tired sigh. At least he left. He can't handle that asshole right now that he is trying to get over his most recent heartbreak. 

Does this count as a heartbreak? It feels different then when his wife divorced him. The divorce felt like a tragic relief. A burden he and his ex-wife carried and needed to let go of in order to cope with the loss of Cole. She has done well for herself since and remarried a pretty decent guy. Hank had been struggling with his alcoholism after the death of his son and his marriage didn't survive. He is glad she was able to move forward. 

After the Revolution and with Connor’s help he was able to get sober. Moving in with Hank had been lifesaving and he considers him an important part of his life. It feels like he had emerged from a dark tunnel only to fall in love. A warmth grew inside him. Passion bloomed for the first time in a long time.    

Thinking this way doesn't matter. Nothing is going to happen. Both of them had gone their separate ways. He had just hoped the illusion would have lasted a little longer. 

—

Gavin has had an appointment for today booked for some time now. He is one of your regulars and one you have the most casual rapport with. He knows what he wants and pays good money for it. He also lets you play with his cats after sex, opening the door to his bedroom as the small beasts burst in. His hard exterior was tough to navigate at first. Once you were able to subdue him and give him what he needed, he had become much more agreeable. You're happy for his continued patronage to your business. 

You finish getting dressed for your appointment, finalizing it with a couple of spritz of cologne on your neck and wrists. You change the color of your hair just because you can. It's a simple function that every android has installed. Plus, your customers love it. Some even pay extra for certain colors. 

When Gavin was giving the details for tonight's appointment, he said to dress in cocktail attire for the event. A button down in your favorite color that doesn't hide your best features while still considered acceptable. The top buttons undone to extenuate your neck and chest. The jacket elevated the look and remained open. One more lookover in the mirror you deciding you could get away with an additional button being undone. 

You aren't going to fuck Gavin today so really you can wear what you want without getting worried it will get wrinkled. He wants to explore his exhibitionism kink with a remote controlled vibrator that you control via your own Bluetooth connection. Something about trying to keep his composure at work and coming in the bathroom where anyone could walk in just seems to be something he is very excited about. You just need to find moments when he is not expecting to get a pleasurable vibration up his cock. 

You are always happy to help a client, especially a regular. It will get your mind off Hank at the very least. You think about what could be. To fuck because of love and feelings instead of money or programming. You want to explore this thing with Hank, but you're afraid about the way you left when you last saw him. You shouldn't have left so abruptly. Especially, when he was already so exposed and vulnerable. You feel like an asshole. 

Hank probably wants nothing to do with you or the baggage you have. You also want to continue to work, it's a good source of income and you like the work. Your (metaphorical) heart could one day belong to Hank if he could forgive you and start anew. You want to get to know him, see what he's like when asleep or coming back from an appointment to hang out with him. To reach out and kiss him without having to wait for his next appointment. 

Maybe you'll talk to him once some time has passed. You're certain he wants to process everything and plus, this is if he wants to see you. 

You fucked everything up. You could have continued but you let your feelings get in the way of things. You don't have anyone to blame but yourself. A notification from your alarm brings you back to your task at hand. 

You order yourself a cab and make your way to the party. 

– 

Hank and Connor are standing next to one another while someone goes on about a story they've all heard a hundred times. Connor enjoys the camaraderie and Hank is too depressed to care. He's only here because he has to be. A free meal he can't complain about, but it tastes like shit he might have to make a stop at the Chicken Feed. He would rather be at home with Sumo and … 

He thinks of him again. He thinks of the motel, the park, his house. All these places Hank has shared with him. The moments he continued to let himself fall for the younger man. He remembers the instance of seeing the android beat up and left in that cell. The rage that boiled inside because someone had gotten away putting their hands on him. It wasn't until the other man backed away when Hank entered the cell that he understood that his anger wasn't going to help the situation. 

Hank admires the strength it takes of being able to survive by doing what it takes. At this moment all he wants is to see the younger android. He wants so badly to tell him all the things left unsaid. Words he has been meaning to say. 

Something catches his eye, and he does a double take of the entrance. Hank swears he sees the younger android's face in the crowd. He is definitely going crazy. It can't possibly be him. His hair is a different color and he is going into a room with… Gavin?! 

Then your eyes meet and there is a spark of recognition from across the loud room. He would recognize those eyes anywhere. The room stills and it's just the two of you. He is seemingly miles away and with Gavin. Hank clenches his fists so hard they begin to shake. They're balled against the sides of his body as he tries to calm down. He needs to splash some water on his face, it feels too hot in here. 

—

Gavin eventually finds you and greets you. You are surrounded in a sea of off duty cops. Your quick scan indicates Gavin is already half hard straining against his underwear. Boxer briefs to be exact. 

You try to stay as far away from cops as possible, for obvious reasons. However, you make exceptions for regulars and have already located all of the exits. You think about the small possibility that Hank might be at this party. The 62% probability makes you nervous. 

Hank . 

You have actively been trying not to think about him but that just makes it worse. You want to reach out but you don't have that right. You fucked it up with your problems. It's probably very unlikely you'll see him (despite the data) and even more unlikely to rekindle any flame you had between each other. 

Gavin tells you there's an empty closet where you place the vibrator on him and begin the exploration of his fantasy. You follow him through the sea of off duty officers. Hopefully your hair color change is enough for now so that no one recognizes you from the night you were arrested. It also helps that you're wearing clothes this time. 

Gavin scans the surroundings to ensure no one is looking as he opens the door to the closet and enters. You're about to step in when you spot a pair of familiar blue eyes. You see him and he sees you. Your eyes lock from across the room. You act fast and hide yourself in the closet behind Gavin. 

You remain professional. Sliding the vibrator onto Gavin's cock you then begin pairing it with your Bluetooth. You give him an experimental buzz to test the connection. Gavin moans in surprise. 

“Time to take this fucker out for a spin.” Gavin so lovingly talks to his dick. 

—

You stagger your exit after Gavin departs so it's less suspicious. You know Hank saw you go in with him. His eyes had a look of hurt that made you feel even worse. Maybe he had assumed you stopped working since you haven't reached out to him. More than likely it's because he wasn't expecting you to show up at his job’s holiday party. 

There are a multitude of emotions processing through your intricate systems. On one hand you really hope you get to see him. On the other you're afraid of hurting him again and want to prevent it by not speaking to him. The most logical plan. Right?

You give Gavin the occasional buzz as he introduces you as his friend. You could call it that. Gavin has known you for more than a year at this point. He doesn't need to mention you're an android, your LED does that for him. From the looks on Gavin's coworkers faces, either he doesn't have friends or he doesn't have android friends. Although, one of them briefly mentions that Gavin might get assigned an android partner if he keeps getting written up. He rolls his eyes, but because you had sent a jolt of vibrations straight to his cock at just the right moment. 

Gavin makes frequent trips to the bathroom as he tries to hide the hard on that's becoming difficult to keep a secret. You wait for him outside, there's nothing in there for you as Gavin tries not to fuck his hand in the bathroom stall. 

You try and keep yourself from looking for Hank. You want to see him again. Maybe he left after seeing you here. There is a new feeling that enters your system. 

Regret. 

You wish you could have been braver for the both of you. You wish you hadn't run. You wish you had reached out. All of that was too late. 

Your tear function begins to activate as you can feel the saline well up in your eyes. What the hell? It's not a frequently used function, but everything feels like too much and your strong conflicted feelings must have launched the program. You try to force quit it but you can't, the tears begin to streak down your face. They're warm. You try everything in your power to get them to stop but they won't. 

You miss Hank. You miss his shyness, his vulnerability despite the pain. You miss playing with his chest hair, and the way he truly seems to care for you. You miss the way you feel when he touches you. His stupidly funny remarks. The tears continue to flow freely despite trying desperately to shut the function down. 

You need to get out here before Gavin comes out here and sees you like this. Probably permanently damaging your working relationship with him. At this point he is probably ‘taking care’ of himself in the bathroom. With the stats you've compiled you say you have about 30 minutes before he comes out. Gavin loves edging and sometimes it's most of your 2 hour long sessions with him. 

You give him a final buzz before you leave. You're sure there's a more secluded bathroom in this event space, maybe an employee bathroom. You interface with one of the androids working the event and they give you the exact location of a private bathroom. You're grateful they didn't ask why you were actively crying as the tears continued to fall. You should probably make an appointment with an android who fixes this function. A problem for later. 

You make a beeline for the bathroom. You move to open the door but suddenly the door knob is out of reach. The taller man’s blue eyes pierce you to your very core. Both of you are staring at each other in complete shock and disbelief, your eyes unable to pull away from his. 

Hank . 

Neither of you could find the right words for a couple of moments. His eyes flick down, seeing your exposed chest, then flicks up to see the change of your hair color, and finally landing on your teary eyes. 

“Did that bastard Reed make you cry?” His tone is dangerously low. You can tell by a simple scan that he is holding back his anger. You didn't know they knew each other. 

“Hank…”  is all you can say. Your lips tingle. Saying his name after all this time. You had missed the feeling. 

“I’ll kill him!” He begins. “Unless the two of you are …” he can't bring himself to say the word ‘together’. The word dies on his tongue.

“Hank… he…” you can't say he's a client. You have a software that physically prevents you from disclosing information about your clients. You can't confirm or deny Hank's question without giving up the information. 

“I can't say.” Is all you can reply, hoping he might pick up on the insinuation. 

Hank takes a moment to process the words but ultimately understands. Your omission indicating Gavin is indeed a client as you can't reveal that information. He let's out a sigh of defeat. 

“Hey, hey it's alright. You're right, it's none of my business.” Hank's tone is sincere and apologetic. A moment passes by with both of staring at each other. Hank breaks the silence. 

“Look, I'll leave, okay? I don't wanna make shit awkward while you're working.” He can't leave until you move. The ball is in your court on what happens next. You get a second chance. How many people can say they got a second chance to fix things? There aren't any words you can string together to explain to Hank how you feel. Things are complex. All you know is the possibility and potential of something real is tangible and you can't let him go again. You stare at him and he stares at you. His eyes hold a hopeful apprehension. 

Your lips find Hank’s as they collide with unabashed vigor. It is the only way you could think of to convey exactly what you are feeling.  You were built for sex and it comes naturally to you. Similar to what humans call “instinct”. Of course it's going to be one of the easiest ways to express your feelings. Love isn't what you were built for, but you somehow still find yourself wanting to be in its warm embrace. 

Hank makes a noise in surprise but makes no attempts to stop you. You aren't aware of your strength in your moment of passion. You push him past the door and slam Hank against the wall inside the bathroom. He quickly recovers from the sudden force with a grunt and responds by kissing you back fiercely. His hands begin helping remove your jacket as you begin unbuttoning the rest of your shirt for the next step in this process.

The kiss breaks despite your intense desire to continue. You need to remember that Hank needs air. You glance at the man's lips and can't wait until they’re bitten up by you and become red and swollen. 

Hank pushes you into the large bathroom stall and both of you waste no time unbuckling your belts. The kissing is sloppy and uncoordinated, lots of teeth and tongues sliding and crashing against each other. All you want is to taste every inch of Hank’s mouth along with the rest of his body. He gets his own belt off while you ride down your pants until they are pooling on the floor. Hank runs his large hands behind the back of your thighs and with a grunt lifts you up and pins you up against the wall. You continue to kiss him as you wrap your arms around his neck bringing him close. 

Your bare back is pressed firmly against the cool flimsy wall of the bathroom stall. You hope it can stay upright. Hank slides a hand between your legs as he gives your soft pre-lubricated cock a couple of jerks. You roll your head back wanting, no, needing more. You can feel the tip of his reddening cock poking against the tight rim of your entrance. 

“Hm, I'm not even gonna bother preppin’ I know you don't need it.” Hank whispers gruffly into your ear. 

With no further or additional warning, Hank presses the tip of his cock into the rim of your pre-lubricated hole. You let out a breath to compose yourself but before you can, Hank slams the rest of his cock inside you. Your eyes roll back as your optimizers flicker. You anchor yourself around Hank's waist not wanting to fall off his cock while you're adjusting to his massive size. Your cock is pressed wetly against his shirt, the stimulation only providing minimal relief. 

“Fuck, fuck. FUCK!” you grit out as you bang your clenched fist against the wall so as not to be so vocal about the pain. You grit your teeth to prevent you from making too much noise, but it fails. You didn't think getting adjusted to Hank's size would feel like this. He feels so big inside you. Almost as if it was too much. It's everything you want it to be, feeling full and stretched out to your breaking point. Pain shoots through your circuits screaming at you while the new pain software launches for the first time. Pain and pleasure. They're on opposite sides of the spectrum but will somehow intertwine in beautiful and erotic ways. 

It’s painful. Yet, knowing that Hank's cock is so big it stretches you to the point it hurts is exhilarating. You wonder what it would have felt like when Hank bit a chunk out of your neck. You moan at the thought. Your LED spins red as you try to process your first time feeling pain. Hank looks at you with worried eyes and doesn't move. He freezes in the position afraid to hurt you. 

“What's wrong?” his tone confused and full of concern. He cares about you. It's sweet. 

“Downloaded a pain software.” you're able to breathe out, as your internal cooling system works to prevent you overheating. The lube is helping guide Hank's cock further inside. It makes it easier but it burns. Your cooling fans are working hard as your internal processors try to understand what is happening. Your vision goes red. Capacity warnings, overheating warnings. You're breathing heavily to try and get adjusted. Your tears bead the corners of your eyes as your squeeze shut, your tear function still acting up from earlier. Is this what humans experience? 

Hank's eyes widen as he manages to stay still. 

“Why would you– fuck, let me–” his tone almost panicked, but you can tell he trying to remain claim. 

You needed to feel all of the different ways you and Hank could experience pleasure. Physical pain is the threshold you have been wanting to explore, but not without someone you could trust. It helps that Hank’s massive cock gave you the push you needed to make the installation. 

“To feel the burn of your cock stretching me when you enter me.” you chuckle breathlessly, echoing your own words from your last appointment with Hank. You feel his cock twitch inside of you in response to your words. It's all the encouragement you need. 

That is until you feel him hoist you closer to him.  You then feel small kisses on your face kissing your tears away, his beard lightly scratching your cheek. The sweet gesture confuses you, but it's soothing nonetheless. A moment later his large hand is on your cock as he gently strokes you trying to comfort you as you adjust. It is now obvious to you. Hank is in love with you. He shushes and kisses you until the pain begins to subside. The stroking had more than helped. The pleasure and pain mingled together in a way you didn't expect. Borderline ecstasy. You need more.  

“Hank. Move.” You grit out. You need more of the pleasure. To feel him moving inside you. The pain amplifies the pleasure you're feeling. It's an addicting sensation. You understand why humans like feeling it during sex. 

“Are you sure?” His voice holds so much concern that you feel bad for wanting to dismiss it and just have him fuck you raw and senseless. You tighten around him to provoke a reaction and he grunts in surprise in return. 

“Hank! Just fuck me, I need to feel you move.” You growl as a result of your growing impatience. Hank throws his head back to laugh. 

“Fuck, you're pretty firey off the clock, huh?” as he gives you a soft experimental thrust. It’s such a teasing thrust that it’s starting to piss you off. Now he’s just doing this on purpose. The noise of displeasure you make in response is all the motivation he needs to snap his hips into you with more force. You barely have time to savor the pleasure as the next thrust is right behind it. 

His thick fingers dig deep on your hips as he holds you up against the stall wall. You rest your head on his shoulder, unable to keep your head up from giving in to the unbelievable gratification. 

He repeats your name over and over like a mantra in your ears. Your cock is painfully hard and begging for release. You intake a sharp breath of air and throw your head back as you come, white translucent fluid staining Hank's shirt. Thankfully, it acts like Thirium and will become invisible to the naked human eye. However, androids will be able to pick up on it if they scan him. Marking your territory. It's a non-issue. 

The sound of you coming has Hank thrusting harder and faster. The sound of wet slaps of his cock ramming inside you echo in the bathroom, you can feel his balls slap against your ass. The wet sounds of Hank entering you over and over creates a symphony of pure carnal fucking. Your cock remains hard thanks to your programming. You wrap your hand around your firm dick and stroke it up and down with fervor eager to come again. 

You want to finish again while Hank empties himself inside you. You're lost in your own bliss. The only objective at hand is your next orgasm. Hank's cock continues to hit the sweet bundle of wires inside you bringing you closer and closer to your second climax. Hank's pants and groans in pleasure, his fingers pressing into your artificial skin. 

At this moment all you want is to feel Hank's come fill you. Feel it warmly leaking out to show how much he adores you. Your LED spins yellow to reflect your intense desire. At the precipice of his orgasm you feel your nails dig into the man's coat, at some point having ripped the fabric. You continue to tighten around the older man, wanting to milk everything from his cock. 

With a deep grunt Hank comes immediately and in turn you do as well. His hips jerk with his finals thrusts as his cock jerks inside you as he climaxes. You feel your body shaking uncontrollably, the sound that ripped out of your throat as you came the second time was a noise you had never made before .You feel his warm semen trickle down your ass savoring every moment of bliss as Hank rests his head against your shoulder breathing heavily as he attempts to recover from his orgasm while continuing to hold you up against the stall wall.

The hot sensation of him spilling into you has caused your cock to remain painfully hard, you feel the fabric of Hank's shirt tickle the tip of your cock and you gasp at the momentary pleasure. Despite his state, Hank seems to pick up the hint. Sliding you down the wall he sets you down so that you are standing on your own. He doesn't leave you alone long as he begins to sink down to the bathroom floor.  His large hands glide down from your chest to your hips while then resting them on the curve of your ass giving both cheeks a firm squeeze. 

He kneels before you and looks up to meet your gaze, his eyes an endless shade of blue full of emotion. Reverence, devotion, and love all in one look. He is committing himself to your service, to be used in any way you see fit. Your fingers move to brush away the soft strands of white hair away from his face making it easier to see him. You enjoy seeing his long hair tied up like this. You take in every detail, every wrinkle and crease that time has left behind. It's something you will never experience, looking forever young for as long as you're functioning. 

“I love you.” a bold confession for your ears only. His words come out easy as it's clear he has been thinking about admitting this for awhile. You smile in response and your thirium pump skips a beat. You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off. 

“You don't have to say anything now. I just…can't go another second without you knowing that.” His tone is earnest but not shy. He means what he said and he isn't hiding it. This man has come a long way with knowing what he wants since you first met him. There is a confidence and certainty in his actions and words that you find more than intriguing. Whatever you were going to reply is now lost on your tongue as Hank takes the entirety of your length into his hot mouth. You haven't come in his mouth before. Hank had previously asked what your ejaculate had tasted like out of curiosity. He never got to feel it creaming down his throat. 

Your fingers grip Hank's hair tightly from the sheer euphoria that is the warm cavern of his mouth. Your third orgasm has been building since his confession and now you want nothing more than to release it. The wet noises of pleasure coming from Hank's mouth has you jut your hips into his mouth. Hank chokes for a second but adjusts his throat and takes you in deeper and sucks you off with more intensity. He is determined to taste all of you and you're more than willing to indulge the older man. 

“I’ll never get tired of seeing your lips wrapped around my dick.” The praise encourages Hank to bob his head faster. You lose yourself towards the end as you throw your head back and groan as you come. Rolling your hips and fucking the older man's face as you come wetly sliding in and out of his mouth. Hank gulps and grips onto you tighter as he swallows every drop of your release. The last orgasm was more intense than the other two as your body trembles from the aftermath. You lean against the wall to prevent yourself from falling, riding out the rest of your orgasm. You stare up at the ceiling. That was some of the best sex you’ve had and it was in a bathroom stall. Hank pulls his mouth off your softened cock after licking up any remaining come wanting to devour every part of you. 

“I was kind of expecting it to taste like cherries.” he jokes. You can’t help but laugh. Your body feels stable again as it runs its internal cleaning system. 

You both get dressed. As you button up your dress shirt you can feel Hank watching you at the corner of your eye. 

“So what time do you get off? Thought we could go to that park with the skyline. ” Hank asks. 

A smile curves onto your face as the memory from last time replays in your head. The view will be nice to see while you fuck Hank in the back of his car.