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You giggle, getting on your tip-toes to plant a kiss on the side of his face. You can feel him lean into your touch.
"Pretty, pretty robot," you coo, reaching your arm around his neck. You feel something slightly scratchy brush agains your hand. "What's this?"
"Oh- ! I'm not sure you should be- !¡)$)3)):)!?!3!-?! -doing that-" Momo's hands jerk towards your arm. His display glitches between a big heart and a new face of.. You can't tell. His mouth was confused and his eyes were half-open.
You quickly move your hand to rest on his shoulder. "What was that?" You ask. Your eyebrows furrow with concern.
Momo takes some time to catch his metaphoric robotic breaths. "Wires," he states sheepishly. "Ah, loose wires. They're very sensitive."
"Really? I didn't know that happened." You take a slow step closer to him, inching your hand back towards his neck. Curious.
He doesn't notice, being too caught up in his explanations. "Yes, they tend to be quite a hassle," he says and makes gestures with a hand. “They need upkeep in case they get worn out, and-”
You glide your finger over exposed wires, feeling them prick you. Momo straightens abruptly and makes a soft, glitchy whine. He glares at you, to your evident delight. His gaze averts.
"What gives?" He scolds you while you continue fidgeting with him. His eyes still won't meet yours, looking to the side.
"Does it hurt?"
"No- agh, let me speak! Like I had said, it's.. sensitive. It's a different feeling."
"So you won't mind if I keep doing it?" Your hand rests on his back, keeping still for the time being. A blush lights up his face.
"If you're that interested, then fine, go ahead. Not like it's any use trying to stop you. Humans," he scoffs lightly, shaking his head. "Just be gentle," Momo decides.
"Be gentle, got it," you affirm. You start messing with his wires again, pinching them lightly and rubbing them together. You watch his reactions with eager attentiveness. Whiny noises, soft whirs. The occasional switch to a dizzy face with swirls.
His hands move to your sides, gripping you. You can feel his fingers twitch into your flesh when you twirl a wire around your finger. You pet the side of his face, feeling the cool-but-quickly-warming plastic beneath you. You wonder if he can feel the warmth of your hands.
The new contact only drives you further, experimenting with how many different noises and responses you can coax out of him. You feel as though you're shrouded in a lewd warmth that seeps into you and caresses your insides.
"You know, humans have nerve endings, too," you say lowly. "Some of them result in pleasurable feelings, is this what you're feeling now?"
The white pixels of his eyes melt into yours, slowly but surely.
"Hmmmmm.." he groans. "You know I can't tell you that, I wouldn't know— hmn..!"
Momo stares down at you, mouth drawn in a hard line and digital sweat dripping. “You’d get better access if- if you removed my casing…”
“Are you sure? You seem pretty worked up as is…”
You hear his fans kick up. “Yes. Don’t stop.” His desperation is clear in the strain of his voice and the tension in his hands. “I’ll hhelp, just please touch me more.” His hands move quickly from your sides to his hat, unhooking it from the nook between his face and neck. It gets tossed down, to be found later. His hands then fly to the back of his monitor, fumbling around until you hear a small click. His back panel is clutched in his trembling hands and set haphazardly on his coffee table. He resumes his former position of standing extremely close and in front of you, and stares expectantly. Harsh lines resembling blush paint his interface.
You lift a hand up to the back of his head and feel the expanse of flat surfaces with raised lines and entanglements of wires there. Momo shudders in response to your touch and his hands return to your sides.
“M-more— fuck, that feels nice, mmn..”
You reach for a thick bundle of wires and tug on them, lightly at first. But the jolt of his body in reaction to that spurs you to pull hard.
“Are you enjoying this?” You ask while moving your other hand up to pinch two wires together.
He immediately nods at you, monitor rapidly moving. The
You smile at him and stand on your tip toes, bringing your lips right next to his mic. “Answer my question, pretty robot.” You tug on an individual wire a little harder.
He curses loudly. “!!!!!!- You know the answer-! yes, I’m 3njoying this.”
“Did you know you could feel this way?”
He tenses slightly. “I-I’ve tried it before… but it didn’t feel this good,” then more meekly he says, “you do it well.”
You can feel your face warm and his encouragement pushes you to try something new. “Sit down on the couch,” you tell him. He of course obeys, and you immediately move to straddle him. You can feel the faint buzz generated by his overworked fans beneath your hips.
He leans his head back against his couch and weakly forces out, “please don’t stop.”
“You’re kinda pathetic like this, huh?”
He whines and pushes his screen into your shoulder, hiding his face from you. You allow it, if only out of pity. “It feels- a lot, like it’s building up.”
You say nothing, just smile. With a hint of nervousness, you lean forward and move your hands from over his arms to holding his shoulders. His head moves to watch your movements, but you grip its side and set it back straight. Then you bring your face to the left side of his head, relishing in the warmth radiating off him. In hearing his whir, like a heartbeat.
You slowly move to his monitor’s exposed back, lifting yourself up slightly with your knees, and take an experimental lick of the pack of wires nearest you.
His body immediately arches beneath you and his fingers dig so hard into your flesh that you can feel bruises developing already. Later, you’ll see them and lustfully remember what you did to make him do this to you. You pull back, worried and surprised, “fuck- are you alright? Was that too mu—”
Your fear is dispelled when his right hand leaves your side to clutch your head and push it weakly towards his. “Mmore! I need more,” his voice comes out wavering, and you respond with a coo, “you want me to keep going..?”
Before he can respond, you dart back behind him and resume the tongue-wire contact. You kept your eyes open at first, careful to not lick the exposed wire, but your lust-hazed mind urged you to close them and feel your way around his sensitive innards with your lips.
His ecstasy is expressed through high-pitched whines and barely coherent pleas for you to continue. You nibble on a wire, and he lets out a screech.
“I think- )(($!!28&4$!!@&@@@@@@@-! It’s bbuilding up..!”
“That’s supposed to happen, just keep taking it for me, okay?”
“Yea— haaah— yeah! I can d-do that..” he presses the back of his monitor against your face, begging for more stimulation.
You find yourself unthinkingly pressing into his torso and grinding in an effort to gain some of the stimulation which you’re so freely giving to him. The heat of his body is definitely helping you reach your goal.
“I can f-ffeel it,” he forces out. He grabs at your body, trying to anchor himself to you. His wires are hot between your lips and fingertips.
“Let yourself go,” you murmur into his wiring. You bite a wire while fingering the frayed and exposed one, and you can feel him snap.
“I am, I am I am I am— ffuck, nnh-!”
His body tenses fully and you hear his voice warble out a lengthy cry before cutting out. He goes limp underneath you, trembling just slightly. His fans die down. For a moment you stay where you are, panting a little. Then you pull back quickly and see that his screen is a solid shade of blue.
Goddamnit.
You sit up fully and gaze at his collapsed form with a twinge of regret. Maybe you went too far. Your hand raises up to caress the side of his monitor. He looks so peaceful under you. After pressing a small kiss against his white casing, you stand up and slowly remove his raincoat’s sleeves in the hopes that he’d cool off quicker. With great effort you manage to lift his limp limbs. You grab a small fan on his desk, set it on the cushion next to him, and put it on full blast.
When he restarts and wakes up, Momo will remember what you two did with bashful excitement. Then he’ll look over and see you asleep on the couch next to him, the distance between you punctuated by the fan, and his internal fans will spin quicker.