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The Mech was perfect, more than ready for field use now. The fight with Shroud had been more than enough to test it out, get used to the different controls and seamless movements.
They were still cautious though, still tweaking every minor error just in case it all covered up a much bigger problem.
It was better to handle it now than later on, when it ran the risk of blowing up (again).
So Robert continued helping Royd when possible, spending late nights at the large man's work station to finalize certain codes or tinker with some altogether unimportant controls. Robert was much better at the technological side of repairs as opposed to the mechanical, while Royd was adept at both. They'd work on their own things, occasionally intervene to ask for opinions or suggest something, or chatter away.
It was how Robert knew Royd lived alone, he was single (somehow), and he was bisexual. Or, maybe pan. Robert didn't know, just that the man claimed to not have a preference.
All of that information. . . Really shouldn't have piqued Robert's interest, but he couldn't help it. Royd was fucking hot, and so incredibly sweet, Robert was hopelessly attracted to him.
And unless he was told to cut it out, Robert would continue to ogle the perfect specimen of a man until said attraction was known.
It was a weekend, and much too late for any reasonable person to continue working, but Royd had suggested polishing some of the Mech's plating, and Robert agreed if only to be around Royd a little longer. Robert had assigned himself the task of screwing one of the freshly cleaned plates back on. It was simple work, but it was also just slightly too high for Robert to comfortably reach. He wouldn't wound his pride by dragging over a stool just for a couple inches of extra height, so he'd stretched himself onto his tiptoes, shirt riding up as he strained to tighten the last few screws.
“‘Ey, hol’ up. You got a lil’ some’ting right on. . .” Royd spoke up after spending a while in comfortable silence. One of his large hands settled on Robert's hip, holding him still, while his other brushed against his lower back, thumb swiping across something there as he trailed off, “. . . Huh,” He hummed, a puzzled sort of sound that was more of a rumble in his chest, barely uttered in the still air.
“Hm?” Robert glanced over his shoulder, hands still outstretched towards the much-too-high piece of metal.
He had no idea what made Royd pause like that, until his thumb swept a little arc across Robert's lower back again and it clicked.
His tattoo, the tramp stamp he'd gotten done years ago.
“I didn' know you wen got some ink done,” Royd commented, surprised. His hands lingered, the grip on his hip remaining strong. Just that hand holding him, fingers tucked against Robert's v-line had his thoughts straying somewhere not appropriate for their location.
“Ah, that. It's pretty old, I kinda forgot about it,” Robert admitted with a slight chuckle. He dropped one of his arms, untucking the rest of his shirt and lifting it up more.
Might as well put on a show.
Royd made an inquisitive noise, adjusting his grip. Both thumbs trailed across a mark Robert couldn't see, agonizingly slow in their path making.
Robert couldn't see the other man's face, but he could feel the reverence in his gentle touch.
Those thick thumbs followed the carvings of intricate lines, unfolding at Robert's bony hips and ending in dainty points. They trailed back towards the center of his back, to where the ink thickened into proper designs, curling and twisting and spiking in an abstract way. The tattoo itself was art, but Royd's slow exploration of it was its own kind of art form.
“Iss pretty,” Royd hummed, “Jus’ need fo’ freshen it up, yeah? Fix a couple’a lines, ‘specially dis one,” His voice took on a more mischievous quality, one that caught Robert off guard. Royd traced a thumb down one particular line following his tailbone, tracing downward until the thick digit dipped past Robert's pants and between his cheeks.
Robert choked, a muffled “Hhk” lodged in his throat at the abrupt sensation. Unbidden, his hips jerked forward, a low groan leaving him as he rutted painfully against the Mech.
“Iss pretty faded, can barely see it,” Royd added, voice nothing but a tease. His thumb pressed just a little deeper, Robert gasping at the feeling of his cheeks parting around the intrusion.
“Mmh, fuck-” Robert rutted forward again, his forehead thunking against the Mech with an almost hollow sound, “Yes, please.” He huffed.
This was it, he'd lost all brainpower in the wake of Royd touching him, this is Robert's life now.
And he likes it.
“What’cha beggin’ so hard fo’? Dis purely innocent stuff, Bob,” Royd said playfully, digit crawling downward a miniscule amount. Robert tried pressing into the touch, but Royd held him still effortlessly. It pulled a bratty whine from Robert, at being denied so easily, “You gotta use words to get what’chu want,” His voice dropped, murmuring low in Robert's ear as if someone was listening in on them. Robert shivered, gasping and attempting to regain enough fucking braincells to speak.
“Fuck me, please,” He pleaded, looking over his shoulder again to train Royd with his secret weapon- puppy eyes.
Royd's own eyes had darkened with desire, lips parted to show that tongue Robert wanted in his own mouth. There was a restraint in his expression though, something that would surely lead to a denial. The thought of being told no had Robert's heart pulsing in stress.
“Not here,” It wasn't a no? “I fuck you good an’ proper, yeah? Afta we go fo’ a date. Not at work, with cameras, with HR,” Royd chuckled, lips pulled into a toothy grin.
Robert groaned miserably, but despite the man's words, something still hadn't changed.
“Then why’s your finger still-” Robert hitched a breath, breathing out a shaky exhale when the pad of Royd's thumb stroked a little deeper.
Royd's grin widened, something amused.
“I won' fuck you, but dis don' really count, hm?” Before Robert could question him, his thumb slipped further down his crack, the pad stopping when it brushed against his asshole.
“Yesss,” Robert hissed, shuddering when Royd continued stroking along the hole slowly.
“No touchin’ you’self, I takin’ good care of you, ‘kay?” Royd instructed, continuing his torturous ministrations.
Robert eagerly nodded his head, hitting it against the Mech again. Royd laughed at his misfortune, thumb jostling against Robert’s hole slightly. It caused Robert's hips to buck, gasping when the digit pressed a little harder, a little more insistently.
Robert almost sobbed when Royd abruptly pulled away, tears stinging in his eyes as the other man's warm body crossed the room to his workbench. Robert slumped against the Mech, legs a little shaky from his drop in emotions.
“Patience Rob, dis gon’ hurt wit’out lube, my fingas too big,” Royd called back to him.
“Please,” Robert panted, his voice somehow already wrecked, “I like pain, I can handle it.”
“No no no, we do dis my way. I not tryin' fo’ hurt you,” Royd denied firmly, ever the gentleman.
Robert leaned his forehead against the metal in front of him, just breathing while listening to Royd rustle around nearby. When he returned, Robert was pliant in his hold, allowing Royd to manhandle him however he wants.
There was a papery-metalic tear, a crinkle, then a much slicker digit slid back into place like it belonged there.
When Royd's thumb breached the ring of muscle, Robert's whole body went stiff, unmoving. It hurt so good, a mix of pain/pleasure that sent sparks up Robert's spine. He moaned, a low, loud sound and screwed his eyes shut, cutting off all other sensation. All Robert could focus on was the too-thick digit working its way inside, so intoxicatingly painful despite the lube aiding it.
Royd's thumb slipped out after a bit of prodding, Robert clenching around nothing when he was suddenly empty. He hissed his displeasure, but Royd was quick to switch to his index finger. It wasn't as thick, a little easier to push in, but still so damn big. It was pushed in slowly, up to the first knuckle. Royd pushed in a bit more, enough to curl his knuckle and probe at his walls. The gentle movements helped to relax Robert's body bit by bit.
“More,” Robert begged when the pain faded enough, trying and failing to rock his hips back. Royd still had a tight hold on him, not letting him move. It was so fucking hot.
“So needy, dis not good enough for ya?” Royd was teasing, Robert knew he was, but as he crooked his finger like he was emphasizing just how wide it was, Robert lost whatever brain function he'd gotten back.
“S’good, it's so good, the best,” He panted out, eyes squinting open while he tipped his head back. It thumped against Royd's wide chest, the plush yet firm build of it a perfect cushion. It was a great vantage point for Robert to watch Royd's endearingly concentrated face. His tongue was just barely poking out of his lips, eyebrows furrowed in intense focus.
Robert reached a hand up, clumsily setting it against Royd's cheek to get his attention. They locked eyes, and Royd snickered at whatever was showing in Robert's gaze, grinning at the much smaller man locked against him.
“So needy, “ He repeated, more fond this time. His index finger stilled, the gentle push and pull momentarily paused long enough for Royd to lean down, capturing Robert's lips with his own.
Robert met the press eagerly. It was sloppy and upside-down, but it allowed for Robert to shoot for his goal.
He slid Royd's tongue into his mouth, licking along the top of it in his eagerness to explore. The heat of it was dizzying, only adding to the myriad of feelings turning him on. Robert grazed his teeth against the muscle,
Then he bit.
It wasn't hard, but enough to startle Royd into pulling away. He didn't look upset though, more amused than anything.
“Spicy buggah,” He snorted, kissing the corner of Robert's mouth before pressing a second finger into his ass.
It popped past the rim painfully, a beautiful agony that sent stars swimming in Robert's eyes. He made some sort of sound, but he couldn't tell what, his ears rang too loud to pick it up.
Royd pushed his fingers in deep, pulling out in a slow grind of knuckles and thrusting back in smoothly. It was a steady rhythm, interspersed with the occasional sweeping sensation of Royd spreading those fingers.
A third finger was added without Robert even needing to beg, marking a quickening of pace.
Robert kept up a steady stream of moans, feeling his dick straining from the abuse of his backside in a very telling manner.
“M’gonna- ssooo close,” Robert gasped, reaching down to palm himself through his pants.
“Ah-uh, han’s up or I stop,” Royd warned, slowing the press of his fingers to a slow crawl to prove he was serious.
Robert whined, thumping a very weak headbutt against Royd's chest, but obediently lifting his hands. He pressed his palms against cool metal, shivering at the change in temperature, and was rewarded with a much quicker pace.
Royd's middle finger reached deeper, brushing against a bundle of nerves that had Robert choking on air, jerking forward. Royd pulled him back in and shoved his finger against the cluster more deliberately. Robert wailed, clenching tight around Royd's fingers.
His dick twitched a final warning, and Robert went deathly silent as he came in his pants.
Robert's vision went white, hearing nothing more than a blare of static. It took some time for him to come back to himself, to feel the soothing motions Royd was rubbing into his hip. His ass was empty, periodically clenching around nothing.
Robert cleared his throat, coughed once, then pulled the puppy eyes out once more.
“Please fuck me,” He begged, voice a low rasp.
Royd laughed, full and boisterous, shaking his head in a show of exasperation.
“Don' use dat face on me, not gonna work,” He scolded lightly. His hands settled comfortably on Robert's hips, thumbs following the scrawl of his tattoo again and eventually settling in the dip of his spine, “Next time, an’where but in da open.”
“In the Mech?” Robert asked, maybe a little too eager.
Royd laughed again, taking a step back from the aforementioned Mech and tugging Robert- a little dizzy and wobbly on his feet, along with him.
“Now you’ pushin’ it.”
Robert pouted.