“Easy, kid. Calm down.” Gabriel takes his hand from between Genji’s legs, bearing the cyborg’s weight as Genji’s heels dig into the bedding and he arches his spine impossibly.

He is hot to the touch; almost scalding where his metal parts press into Gabriel’s skin. He sobs, knees falling apart, tilting up his pelvis: offering his cunt for more; hoping Gabriel would put his big, rough hand back, cup the sticky mess between his thighs, let him come…

Genji’s voice is frayed with static, vents softly hissing as he tries to cool down.

Gabriel watches quietly, staring down the cyborg’s torso; pretty creamy-green panties so very much at odds with his artificially put-together limbs. He can just about see the dark, damp patch across his pubic mound.

“Such a sensitive little cunt you got, hm?”

Genji turns his head away, pressing his face against Gabriel’s shoulder. He doesn’t want to hear about how messy his body is, bus when one of Gabriel’s broad, blunt fingertips carefully tickles along the gash he can feel beneath the soaked fabric, Genji convulses again, lifting up into the touch immediately.

“Nobody has played with your pretty peach… what a waste.” Gabriel presses slow, self-indulgent kisses against Genji’s temple, using two fingers now to rub slowly along the swell of silicone lips.

His panties are clinging like wet silk, making it so very easy to spread his labia beneath them; let Gabriel find the swollen nub of his clit easily without having to get the pretty panties off just yet.

“Look how sensitive you are for me. Little girly-girl loves getting her cunt played with, hmm?” It is a little cruel, maybe. Genji hiccups in a mix of frustration and heartbreak, his knees shaking as he fights against his body’s need to sluttishly present.

“Hush, now. Hush. You’re doing so well. You want to come? Wanna show me how pretty you are when I rub you to orgasm?” Genji makes a low sound, voice glitching mildly, fingernails digging into the thick arm Gabriel has curled across his chest.

He slips the panties to the side, fingers sliding in the artificial slick, feeling how hot and silky Genji’s cunt feels.

He can only imagine how good it would be around his cock; stretched tight around the girth; Genji vibrating out of his skin. Next time, maybe. For now, he wants to see whether he can make the cyborg squirt.