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There was no place Will liked to see Data more than this, besides perhaps on duty on the bridge (Will was stupidly proud of his partner). Thighs open, arms around his neck, his mouth on Will's - perfect.
Will let his hands wander under Data's unzipped uniform, teasing, for now - pressing fingertips in deep on a nerve fiber, over the bundled cable and superlight steel of Data's spine, dragging a fingernail in the seam of an access panel in a way that always Data shudder and pause.
Will Riker had an impressive, but subtle reputation (because Will Riker did not kiss and tell) that stretched from Alaska to Starfleet Academy to Risa to every posting he'd ever had. Ask any of his string of paramours and you'd find the same answer: Will Will was a very attentive lover.
Besides his Starfleet honors, it was perhaps his proudest achievement. Data had been slightly more of a challenge, but no more so than Andorrians (and he'd had all four genders, for the record, independently and all at once). Data, unlike most of Will's former lovers, came with diagrams. Dr Soong hadn't written out the tricks in black and white, and Will was rusty on interpreting schematics at first, but once he'd discovered the efficacy of Data's manual overclock dial it had only spurred him to discover more and better ways to tease pleasure from the circuits.
He mouthed at the panel that hid the overclock dial now, pressing a hand to Data's lower back and drawing him into a lovely arch.
"I have a surprise for you," said Data, brightly, and Will glanced up at him before leaning back in his chair with a crooked smirk, hands on Data's hips.
"Well, Data, for little old me? You shouldn't have."
"There's nothing little about you, Commander."
Will smiled a little more slyly, setting his hands on Data's thighs. The android had been working on flirting and Will, personally, didn't mind one bit.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Data, but you're already welcome in my pants."
"I know, Commander." Data leaned in, nipped at Will's ear and earned a shudder from the big man. "You invite me often enough."
Damn, but he was getting good at this. Will loved to be called Commander during sex more than he did at work. He could have called it a guilty pleasure, but if he was honest, he didn't feel guilty at all.
"I've been collating the data of our sexual encounters," Data continued, "And I'd like to utilize that data today. I think I can maximize the length of our session as well as your gratification. If you'll permit me, of course. I have a hypothesis to test."
"Mysterious."
Data smiled, and Will felt downright gooey.
"So that's why you asked for a raincheck on poker night." Will raised an eyebrow, cocking his head slightly, and ran a hand up Data's side. "Alright, I'm game. What's your hypothesis?"
Data stood, straightening his uniform just so before gliding to his knees between Will's thighs. God, he looked beautiful, Will couldn't help but think, and imagined Data knew quite well how much Will liked to see him there. The android could literally taste arousal in his sweat.
"I believe you enjoy begging, Commander, as well as denial, to a point." Data removed a small strip of silicone, studded with little bulbs, from his pocket - Will recognized it as his cock ring, and felt redness creep up his ears. Data must have swiped it from his nightstand.
"I would like to use this on you if I have your permission." Data half asked, half stated.
Will watched for a moment, gathering himself. The android must have gone over his mannerisms with a micron-fine comb to find that Will liked to beg. It wasn't something Will had ever disclosed in plain detail, ever, at least anyone he'd been in a relationship with (Risa doesn't count, every Starfleet ensign knew that, and Deanna was a telepath, she'd known without him saying a word). He was an attentive lover, made a point of it, but being attended this way required a kind of vulnerability that didn't come naturally to him.
"Yeah, I… no complaints from me," Will murmured, cupping Data's steel-strong and yet still so delicate jaw. He was already half-hard, bulging in the tight uniform. "You're clever, Data, you know that? Go ahead."
"The cleverest, actually."
Data reached up with one slender hand to unzip Will's uniform as he buried his face between Will's legs. Damp patches appeared where his tongue danced over the hardening flesh and its layer of cloth, and Will let out a low groan, setting a hand on Data's head.
"You'll be the death of me, baby," he praised as Data worked his cock free. The android took his time, nosing over Will's stomach, the creases of his thighs, mouthing at the sensitive skin as he affixed the cock ring. Will watched, heavy in his eyelids and his breathing, gently stroking Data's jaw whenever the android was in a position to accept his affections.
Any sense of decorum he had fled him when Data, maintaining direct eye contact, took Will down his throat until his nose was pressed into Will's stomach.
That earned Data a groan, then a throaty grunt as the perfect hot wetness of Data's throat began to contract around Will, growing slicker by the moment. Data didn't even need to move his head to engage movement, somehow - Will would have to look at those schematics again to understand what exactly he was feeling.
"Oh, fuck." Will murmured, huskily, watching Data start to bob back and forth. That was even better.
"Commander, if you do not watch, you last on average four minutes longer."
It was disconcerting to hear Data's voice, clear as a bell, while his throat was full of Will's cock, but Will looked away anyway. Data wasn't wrong, after all.
"Are you giving me orders, now?" Not that he minded that being bossed around, in fact. His heart beat just that much faster, something he was sure Data could feel.
In answer, Data started up a vibration like a motor that shot through Will's core, and Will found he had no more capacity for cheeky comments, covering his mouth with a shaky hand and a soft ohhmygod.
He came rather quickly to his peak, embarrassingly quickly, but Data quickly slowed his pace, lessened the suction. Will cursed, quietly, so as not to dissuade Data, but the android wasn't put off in the slightest. With every high point, every time he got close, Data slowed like that, and every time he regained himself, Data redoubled his efforts until Will was squirming and begging for relief. It was the loveliest torture he could imagine, fully at Data's mercy like this, and by the time the android stood, wiping his mouth, Will felt it could have been hours that he'd been under Data's sway (in reality, about 20 minutes, which was much longer than he usually lasted with Data's confoundingly hot throat hardware).
"You wouldn't leave me like this, would you, sweetheart?" Will half-teased, half-begged, his breathing ragged even as his flagging bravado endured. His dick felt swollen and almost painful, out in the cold air after so long in a perfectly warm throat.
"Of course not. You haven't achieved orgasm." Data slid out of his uniform, body bared to Will, eyelids lowered to a perfectly calculated smolder. "Although, maybe I should leave you like this."
Will shuddered, closing his eyes and trying to quell the stirring warmth in his stomach.
He trembled, licking his lips before he spoke.
"Please," he asked, quietly, as Data watched. "Please, I need you."
"I am not convinced," Data said, returning to his perch on Will's lap, setting his forearms on Will's shoulders. He slid forward, slowly, until Will's cock was trapped between their bellies, and Will shuddered, grabbing Data's thighs to ground himself and quickly moving them to the arms of the chair.
"Data-"
"Do you want to continue this, Will?" Data tilted his chin up, waited until Will opened his eyes. "I have every indication my calculations were correct, but I've read it's important to speak about these things."
Bless him. Data couldn't help but be sweet like that, but Will felt like he might explode if things didn't move along soon.
"Fuck, Data, please," was all Will could manage at first, his face red, hands quivering. "You were right, I...There's nobody as good as you, Data, I need you, I need you so bad - I want -"
It came out in a senseless babble and stopped only when Data kissed him, hard and long, and Will almost sobbed at the little friction the movement brought to his dick, knuckles going white as he gripped the chair's arms harder.
"Don't move," Data said softly against his ear as he lifted himself onto his knees, leaning back and taking Will's cock in one hand, positioning himself over it for a few eons long moments. Will groaned into Data's shoulder, leaning into him, but kept his hands firmly on the arms of his chair - not because he'd been told but because Data was so blissfully right and he did like to be denied, to be told no, even if he was only denying himself, and the burn of his muscles gave him something to cling to in the face of how perfectly warm and tight Data was, bouncing on his cock like it was the most effortless thing in the world.
"My predictions aside, Commander, I didn't expect you to be so compliant," Data said again, in that sensual murmur programmed just for Riker, special for him, lips pressed to his ear. "You're so good for me."
Will choked, muscles seizing, and releasing a howling groan into Data's shoulder as he came, hard, pumping wave after wave inside Data, that perfect construct, mind gone with the climax.
Data was waiting patiently for him when he returned to solid ground, watching him intently.
"I shall have to add praise to my list of stimuli. That was most impressive, Will." He reached back and unfastened the cock ring with an effortless pop and Riker shivered as it fell away. "Do you need water?"
"Much obliged," he managed, lifting a hand to touch Data's cheek, and took the water, which Data produced seemingly from nowhere (the side table) with his other. "How did I ever get so lucky to meet you?"
"Well, statistically, as we are both Starfleet officers, the chances are good we would have met at some point." Data lifted his hips slightly, casually, freeing Riker's softening member. Will choked on a gulp of water, coughing as he set it aside.
"However, the odds are much lower that we would have become lovers." Data continued, lacing his fingers behind Riker's neck.
"I'm lucky to love you, then." Riker kissed him, soft and long, and Data made that wonderful mechanical purr he loved so much. "I'd like to take you to bed, Data, but I don't know if I can stand yet."
"Would you like me to carry you, Will?"
He almost said no, but Data seemed almost excited at the prospect. Will watched him for a moment, breathless and flushed, then nodded, giving him a winning Riker smile. What was this about if not trust, anyway?
"I think I'd like that a lot, baby."