“You are so very quiet… am I hurting you?”
Reinhardt shuffles his knees farther apart, giving himself a better leverage to nudge his hips forward. The Omnic’s thin legs are spread wide to accommodate the girth of his hips, that sweet synthetic cunt hugging his cock tight and surprisingly warm – inner processors whirring audibly to ensure his pleasure.
He could hear the soft clicking of mechanics inside the Omnic, as well as the sensual slick sounds of his fucking; cock pressing into the silky valve over and over again, hips feeling loose with boyish enthusiasm as he could press in as far as he wanted; nothing but accommodating acceptance greeting him.
The diamond grid of teal lights on the Omnic’s crown brightened for a moment before dimming again. He shakes his head slowly, the dim light of the room glinting off that golden jaw.
He was a breathtaking piece, to be sure; gleaming chrome and matte white with golden accents. Reinhardt still couldn’t believe a thing as pretty as him was in a place like this. He would’ve sworn his meager soldier pay wouldn’t be able to afford him.
Reinhardt rumbles softly, head dipping low, breathing warm against the golden jaw which immediately fogs up. His hips swivel, one hand dipping down between them, thick fingers finding that sweet little cunt – and the intriguing node sitting on top of the gold mesh folds.
“Am I not pleasing you?” he purrs, hips almost coming to a standstill as he rounds the little sensor again and again, letting it take in the warmth of his thumb.
The Omnic’s – Mondatta, the nameplate on the door had read – lights flash again. His head tilts back, all the lovely pistons in his neck exposing to the crusader. They looked shockingly delicate, even though the Omnic had to be almost sturdier than he.
Mondatta shifted beneath him, fans whirring audibly to life the longer Reinhardt played with his pretty cunt. He pulled slowly out, staring down between their bodies and watching the length of his cock glisten with the artificial slick. It bounced up against his belly, pulsing out a string of pre-cum even as his hand slid farther down, fingers curiously touching where he had nestled himself just seconds prior.
Everything was already closing up again smoothly; silicon closing in suckling and perfect around his probing, thick fingers; hugging them just as tight and warm as they had the substantial girth of his dick.
“Mein Gott, but you’re a pretty thing. You can take cock for days and would still be tight as a virgin, can’t you? Taking my dick so well… never had someone that just swallowed me up like you did. Cushioning me with that gorgeous little cunt like it was a prize…”
Reinhardt pushed farther in, callused fingertips feeling little nodes lining the sides of Mondatta’s valve. He pressed on them softly, experimentally, and paused when the Omnic went rigid, teal lights flashing white hot, then dimming again – and still he was so silent. No word coming from him. He would’ve thought his voicebox broken if it hadn’t been for the little greeting he had gotten when entering the tacky room.
“Are you afraid?” he asks gently, fingers still dipping in deep, sliding out and taking the warm slick to smear it messy and gentle across the fat little node on top of the golden mesh lips.
“I’m not here to hurt you, pretty thing. You don’t need to be afraid of me…”
It was then that the most curious thing happened: the Omnic squirming and shifting, arm reaching for the back of his neck, fumbling with something before…
“I…am not… afraid.”
His voice was staticky and warbling, not at all the modulated notes from their introduction, a sort of breathlesness being produced alongside it.
Reinhardt’s mouth went dry even as his cock surged, drooling out another thick string of pre-cum, balls feeling hot and oversensitive all of a sudden.
“Oh you naughty… have you unplugged your voice box?” he cooed, fingers delving in deep and spreading, trying to push against as many nodes as possible while his thumb rudely tapped against the sensor mimicking Mondatta’s clit.
The Omnic made a most curious sound at that; not quite howling but whistling, high and fraying at the edges, teal dots lighting up in quick succession as he scrabbled and squirmed, hips lifting into the rude fingering even as he tried – and failed – to reach for the back of his neck again.
Reinhardt easily caught the thin wrists in one broad hand, pinning them above the Omnic’s head.
“Nein, nein, nein,” he purred, back prickling, chest swelling with pride. “I want you to be nice and loud for me. Such a gorgeous voice… Everybody should know how well I’m servicing you.”
The Omnic’s head jerked to the side, tilting abruptly and looking almost questioning like a dog.
“Service… me?” his voice broke halfway through, hips lifting, steam hissing from somewhere, heating up the room and plunging them in warm vapor for the time being.
Reinhardt grinned broad and happy at him, forgetting his injured eye from last night’s fight for one glorious moment to let himself get distracted by this pretty Omnic.
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