The Hive

Oh, Ash is an absolute stinker about this.

His knee-jerk reaction is to be jealous. How could you possibly have a use for this when he's right here, eager to please and at your command?

Very quietly stews about it for a while, but you'd never know it with how sweet he is to you. Continues to dote on you as usual, all the while parsing through the thousands of possible reasons why you'd keep the toy after establishing a very satisfying sexual relationship with him.

This conniving twat asks you about it during sex because he's aware that the rush of hormones will relax you and make it easier for him to get truthful answers from you.

You're barely able to understand English, let alone form a sentence as he draws out another orgasm with long, slow strokes and thoughtfully murmurs, "What's the purpose of that toy, if I may ask?" It takes you a minute to figure out that he's asking you a question, and the synthetic lets out a short sigh as he repeats himself. "For...for when you're busy-" "I'm never too busy for this," He interrupts, voice low and slightly warbling as he gets lost in the feeling of you, "I crave you. Always. All you need to do is ask." "But I-" "Would you really rather have this-" He mutters, opening the drawer under your bunk and locating the vibrator without taking his eyes off of you, "Than me?" "No!" "I'm not so sure," The synthetic tsks, putting the toy on its lowest setting and inching it toward your clit, "I wonder- Oh-"

The added stimulation makes you spasm around him, and Ash watches, enraptured, as you tense and shudder and whine beneath him.

Oh. This might not be such a horrible device, after all. How can it be his enemy when it pulls such lovely sounds from you?

Turns it up one more notch and watches tears spring to your eyes as you hurtle toward another orgasm.

Can't help the resulting modulated growl or the reflexive way that his free hand tries to make a fist where it's planted on your hip. Sure to leave bruises, but he can't care. They're his bruises. You're his.

Kirsh had you pinned down by the wrists, driving his cock in and out of you so precisely, inch-by-inch.

So you were practically malfunctioning, making the most indescribable sounds, betting for more and for him to go harder.

And this was one of the best parts about fucking Kirsh; he was able to control himself so granularly that even unspoken commands he responded to so fucking perfectly. He knew exactly what to do to drive you crazy and he listened.

But Kirsh felt a betrayal inside him; a glitch in his programming, a lag in his processing. Usually when you begged for it harder, he adjusted his pressure, pace, everything only by a minimal amount (which is a major amount for a human). It was like he had a process for fucking you.

But this time...

This time it wasn't the welcome pain of his usual roughness.

It was a sharp, sudden pain in both of your wrists accompanied by a piercing and unforgettable cracking sound. You were sure you were screaming but all that was on your mind was: I'm never gonna be able to use my hands again.

And then everything faded to black.

When you woke up in the medical facility, Kirsh was by your side. Your mind was just... totally empty. Completely blank.

Your wrists were wrapped around both of your wrists, running up to your elbows. You guessed the damage was worse than they initially thought.

Your eyes were bloodshot and watery, but you felt like you were underwater. Kirsh was talking to you, but you couldn't hear it. He never looked so... sullen. If he was even capable of feeling sullen.

You closed your eyes at some point, wanting all of this to just go away. The beeping of the machines, the off-putting whiteness of the room... You just wanted to disappear.

You were probably gonna get your wish. Kavalier was probably gonna fire you, and it was all your fault; you were seduced by a fucking robot.

You closed your eyes, but even that was a bad idea. Your mind kept replaying what happened, over and over again, and each time with a new detail to make you sicker. One time you saw blood. Another time you felt the sheer power of Kirsh's hands, in a way you had never experienced them. Your visions brought new color to the event, and to... Kirsh.

He was so precise. So careful. So calculated. And yet he hurt you in a way that no man ever could.

This is why you trusted him. He was so reactive, so able to gauge exactly what you liked and didn't. He was transparent. He listened. Now? You didn't know what to think.

Kirsh was even more confused than you were. He ran checks on his systems constantly, now. Clean, over and over. But it couldn't have been clean if that happened. Synths don't just malfunction like that, not a top-of-the-line one like him.

It was like his code had shifted after what happened. He was compelled to stay by your side, to make sure you were getting everything you needed. He knew what happened was beyond his control, but he was still responsible for it.

He remembered wrapping your limp body in a sheet, picking you up so so delicately and running to the medical compound because he knew he'd get there faster than it'd take for them to arrive.

He almost didn't trust himself to, but he didn't want to risk any potential complications that could arise from waiting for them to arrive. His core directive had quickly turned to: Get her help.

He remembered all of the blood coating the sheet, he remembered the sweat all over your skin, he remembered how fragile you felt, different to the fragile you felt in the bedroom.

And he remembered them whisking you off into surgery, your naked body becoming more exposed the faster everything became, and this spike in his data screaming: Cover her.

But Kirsh just remained... static. He didn't want to do anything else. Anything else that could result in this sort of outcome. An irreversible error, and not solely because of your physical state.

He knew how humans operated more than humans did, and he knew how humans acted once they were exposed to something that hurt them.

Aversion.

For weeks you woke up screaming in your sleep.

Kavalier didn't fire you; apparently you were too valuable an asset. He didn't even seem to care how you got injured, which honestly was a good thing.

"An accident in the lab," they called it.

So they put Kirsh out of commission for a little bit.

You breathed a little easier. What used to be the highlight of your days was now making your stomach do flips and your heart beat out of your chest every day.

The cruel irony of it was that they had another synthetic assist you with everything you needed, now that you were also sorta out of commission.

She was a perfectly lovely med synth named Mia, but you still trembled a bit when she entered the room. "Try to relax," she'd coo.

You wanted to roll your eyes, but you didn't.

You had recurring dreams about Kirsh coming back into commission, catching you in the hallway and pressing you against the wall, but this time he wrapped his hands around your neck and finished the job.

But then you had other dreams about him, ones where you would just sit around until his his lips on were on yours, feeling like unshakable ghostly presence when you woke up.

You knew the day had to come one day, and eventually you overheard: Kirsh was coming back. They planned on booting him up tomorrow.

A part of you felt a pang in your chest, thinking of him sitting in some backroom, powered off, alone.

On the other hand, you didn't want to be anywhere near him.

When you left your room when Mia, you started looking both ways. She probably thought you were crazy, but you didn't care. The good thing about Mia was that, unlike a human, she wasn't itching to pry about what happened.

And for weeks you'd been successful. That was, until one day when you were going to the mess hall with Mia.

You turned a corner and were greeted with his bright-blonde hair, which used to make your heart flutter. He made eye contact with you quickly, as if a part of him had been looking for you.

You started panting. You thought you prepared enough for this. You thought you could be in control if you saw him; after all, you were gonna have to see him eventually.

Instead, you turned and ran.

You ran all the way back to your room, double-locking your doors. And for the first time throughout all this, you finally let tears spill out of your eyes.

You let out a gritty sob, as if for the first time everything was hitting you. Your face turned into a mess of snot and tears, the worst part being that wiping it away was nearly impossible with your casts.

Kirsh had returned without a difference he could register. The cause of his malfunction?

He missed a recent update, one that Kavalier had insisted on pushing off in favor of something "more important" to get done.

Kavalier's response to everything was "Well she didn't die, right?"

Kirsh still ran constant tests on his systems. And going forward, he was going to update his system as soon as a new version of his system was deployed. He wasn't going to bother trying to schedule it or run it by Kavalier. He was just gonna get it done.

And then his focus shifted to you.

But he didn't dare go to your room or look for you. Once he saw you, which would happen eventually, he would learn about your physical and mental recovery.

Still, it was like his code had you embedded in there now. It was as if making sure you were safe, unafraid, was driving his operations. But he had to wait.

That day he saw you and you ran away, he had expected it, but he had experienced a... delay in processing the event.

And now that you had seen each other for the first time in so long, it was like the floodgates released. You saw him everywhere. You always picked up the pace, looking behind you, as if he was the boogeyman.

You still couldn't do much since you still had on your casts, but with the news that they would be removed soon and you'd be going back to full-time work, you had been called into a meeting that would explain how you'd restart your previous duties.

Kirsh would be there.

You knew it was inevitable that you'd see him, but you still hadn't prepared yourself for having to work with him again.

You showed up for the meeting just before it was about to begin, hoping to avoid being alone with him, but you overestimated everyone else's propensity for being on time besides Kirsh's.

So when you saw him waiting outside the room alone, you froze.

Kirsh immediately clocked you in his peripheral. "You can't avoid me forever, you know."

You tried to steady your breathing. You hated when he was right. You figured if you approached him slowly and steadily things just might be okay.

"I know..." You answered, looking at the ground. God, it was pathetic how you couldn't even make eye contact with him. And to think, at one point you guys were fucking.

He registered your hesitancy, your slow approach, your uneven breathing. After all this time, you were still filled with fear. But his didn't surprise Kirsh. You hadn't faced him since that moment, not really.

So he had to help you a little bit.

"Look at me," he said softly. You gulped, trying to abandon the paralysis your emotions had over you. You slowly raised your eyes to his synthetic ones, but they looked... different, as if something had changed.

You, on the other hand looked different with wide eyes and parted lips in this context.

"You're afraid of me." Kirsh wasn't asking; he was telling. And that was the great thing about synths. They always knew how to cut through the bullshit, unlike people.

"What makes you say that?" You asked in a throwaway effort to diffuse the tingling that threatened to take over your whole body.

Kirsh was satisfied to see your sarcasm was still there. "The issue was that I hadn't been updated." Only Kirsh could change topics without sounding awkward.

Your breathing had just started to steady a tad bit. It was like there were two parts of you dueling: the part of you screaming at you to run for your life, and the other part of you that you just now realized missed the sound of his voice.

"How did that happen? Aren't you usually on top of that stuff." It was pretty unusual for Kirsh to miss maintenance checks.

"I was scheduled to have one the night before, but Kavalier had pushed it off to have me help him with something else."

"Fuck." Sounded about fucking right, you thought. And for the first time in weeks, your veins coursed with a threatening mix of blood and something else. "Now I know who to blame."

Kavalier was always pushing things off because of his impulsivity, and this time, you had to pay the price.

If you were smart, you'd sue him, but then you would have to explain to the world that you were fucking your synthetic supervisor, so that wouldn't exactly go down well in court.

And that's when the comforting familiarity of it all settled over you. Standing here with Kirsh, talking like how you used to. You were so blinded by fear that you didn't even register how much you wanted him back.

You almost wanted to reach out and touch him, but it wasn't like you'd feel anything with this fucking cast on.

Kirsh, on the other hand, was still hanging on to what you had said. You hadn't actually blamed him for what happened.

"So..." You started, sighing. The mushy, emotional part of you had taken control once again. The part of you both of you had missed, though Kirsh didn't even know it himself.

"Wanna hang out later? You can feed me. We can do a little 'nurse and patient' roleplay,' just not the dirty kind."

They both agreed that instead of deciding who got to ravish you for the evening, that they would both take turns in doing so instead. Plus, they had a slight envying curiosity of how you reacted with either of them. If one makes you sound differently, cum better, or tires you out more, they wanted to watch and observe - and potentially out rank each other.

Both of them sit at the edge of the bed, shoes gone and their uniforms a bit opened. They invite you to come sit between them after instructing you to undress to your underwear. You do as you’re told, put leave your loose shirt on to cover your chest. As you settle comfortably onto the bed, David holds one of your hands as he speaks, meanwhile Kirsh brushes some hair behind your ear. You’re already overwhelmed with double the attention.

“Sweet thing, please do keep in mind that we only want to please you. So if at any moment you wish to stop, do not hesitate to tell us.”

You nod to David as he gently squeezes your hand in reassurance, and Kirsh’s hand turns your head to face him.

“Be vocal, is what he’s trying to say. Even if you want us to change the pace or tone, you can let us know. Understand?”

All you can do is nod, not really sure how else to answer, afraid only a squeak would come out if you tried to say anything. They’re already too good looking and charming when it’s just one of them, but to have both in the same room? Wanting to take turns with you? How could you not sound awkward? And it progressively got worse as their touches became more intense as they gnawed on your flesh.

Kirsh is the first to pull you away for himself, gently tugging you by the front of your shirt, making you unlatch lips with David with a string of saliva connecting you.

David watches at Kirsh maneuvers you onto his lap, not really sure when it was agreed he would go first, but David allows it. He makes himself comfortable and watches as you’re being devoured by a Prodigy synthetic. Kirsh looks and catches David’s stare at your body grinding into his. If you weren’t so distracted, you could have seen the brief flash of red in their eyes.

Kirsh starts slow, warming you up with small bites along your neck and deep kisses. He grips your thighs to spread on his lap for easier access.

All you have on are your underwear briefs and a company issued shirt, loose enough to not strain your movements but a bit tedious for Kirsh’s wandering hands up your back and chest.

The briefs do very little to hide the ever growing wet spot at the crotch, due to Kirsh’s fingers thrumming over it slowly.

“We have barely started, and look how you’re reacting already.”

His sleeves are rolled up, so you feel not only the smoothness of his hand dip into your briefs, but also his wrist and bit of forearm.

Feeling him touch you directly makes you whimper, your hands reaching to grasp his intruding arm and his shoulder.

“Ha- Fuck!” Eyes shutting tight as he rubs small circles into your entrance, making your juices drip out and spread all over. God, you were so easy to work - no different from any machine that needed the right buttons to press to produce good results.

Your lips are swollen from his biting kisses. They both had such chompers that had a preference of your flesh, marking red spots along your frame.

His fingers leave you when he tries to work off his jacket as you straddle his lap, leaving him now in his uniform pants and turtle neck shirt.

Both but of them are taken by surprise when you shimmy off his lap, and onto your knees between his. They were going to make a spectacle of you, not expecting you to put on a show for them like this.

“Let me take care of you first? Kirsh?”

Kirsh hums in approval at your asking. Such a good girl.

“If you insist.”

This is the first time that you’ve had both of them in the room, so you’re a bit more nervous than usual but you wanna please Kirsh before he makes you a pile of jelly.

You glance to David, who sits comfortably with his legs crossed and his attention is focused on you. You give him a shy smile and he reciprocates it. Almost has if giving you permission to continue, and you do.

Kirsh leans back, unlocking his buckle and letting you move his pants down.

When his dicks springs up from his black briefs, you reach to grab and start stroking him. A giggle escapes at how quickly he becomes erect, knowing it’s not due to the fact you’re making him feel good but because he’s wanting to become bigger at your touch.

Spitting on his length, your puffy bitten lips wrap around Kirsh and begin to suck. At first you gag due to how big he is, but gain a rhythm that fits to take it all using your mouth and hands. Kirsh prefers eye contact most, so you make it a point to hold his stare as you suck and bob your head on him, occasionally pawing at his hips.

Kirsh liked blowjobs for two reasons. The first being that it felt great on his sensors, and the second being the position of you as you go down on him. He loves the power play of being able to control how deep you take it, the grip of his hand on your scalp, but mostly it’s just a twisting feeling when he looks down at you trying to pleasure him. It’s just such a power surge.

Which all of this he does, in front of David.

David watches you please the synthetic, a bit jealous, but also a little pleased with how much you’re making his rival crumble in front of him. Just shows how you’re such a kind and caring human, making sure your partner is taken care of with such enthusiasm. He sees the rose tint blush appear in your cheeks as you stare up to Kirsh.

He lets you do the work of going up and down on him, but his hand does come up to hold the side of your head, feeling how hollowed out your cheek is to suck him dry. His head tips back when your tongue runs over his sensor at the tip, a sigh escaping him. You take that sign to pick up the pace, using a torturous rhythm with your hand and mouth to send him into overdrive, only when you feel him about to cum do you deepthroat him as much as you can.

Kirsh grunts as he releases in your throat, both hands reached the back of your head, holding you in place as he spills into your mouth.

“All of it, dear..”

And you happily gulp it down.

When he releases your head, your mouth makes a popping sound from his dick. While catching your breath, you glance down at your handiwork. Your saliva and a bit of his artificial cum combined made his dick so slicked and shiny, very much ready for another entrance..

Just before you make the move to rise from your spot, Kirsh grasps both your arms and lifts you onto the bed beside him. Your underwear is removed with haste and a small gasp is ripped from you, feeling the cold air on your sensitive bits.

Synthetic eyes don’t dilate nor do they eat, but the way Kirsh’s eyes look so dark, you start to think otherwise, feeling like a piece of meat laid out before him.

But then you know you’re truly in for a treat when you see him visibly grin down at you.

Hovering above you, Kirsh lifts one of his hands up your shirt, grasping at your chest, feeling your erect nipples and how hot to the touch you are. Such a needy thing. He descends down your torso, giving biting kisses as he goes. One on your breast, one on your stomach, and finally, on your inner thigh - each one made you whine louder than the last.

Kirsh likes to make you beg, whether it’s to eat you out or fuck you, just making so desperate for him alone is greatly pleasing.

Those calculating fingers dance towards your center, playfully smearing your wetness from pussy to clit, his other hand braced on your thigh, holding the leg up for him to have room. You’re on your elbows, watching as he teases your core painfully, making you clench around nothing.

“Kirsh- P-Please just fing- Ah!”

Suddenly a finger enters you, wiggling inside and curling at the sweet spot he knows so well. When he feels your gooey walls adjust to his intrusion, a second finger is added, giving a nice delicious stretch that makes you bite your lip to hold back a moan and your fingers clench the comforter fabric below. His head finally dips to lick and suck you now, enjoying how much you drip for him. The sounds emanating from you are exquisite gasps and quiet moans, but both synthetics felt as though you’re holding back somewhat.

David leans forward at how you try to quiet yourself, surely his observing isn’t putting you off as Mr.Kirsh tends to your nether regions. He speaks out to you in his special gentle tone (one he only uses with you) .

“Sweet thing, no need to contain your pleasure. Go on, let us hear you.”

Jesus, they truly knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. It felt a bit betraying to moan at another synthetic pleasuring you while David watched, and you would feel the same if the synthetics were switched. But this was their idea after all…you shouldn’t feel so guilty.

So you let out a louder moan that naturally comes out when Kirsh swipes over your clit, licking directly between your lips. The combined sensations of his mouth and fingers pumping into your heat, you feel an orgasm approaching. Kirsh feels it too, the grip you have on his fingers is seductive, but it’s too soon for you to come undone.

As you felt yourself almost coming to the peak, you’re roughly brought back down when his hand and mouth leave you. Brow furrowed and eyes opening up to him raising from his position.

“Wh..why?! I was so..-” You try not to sound like a brat, but the cry and frustration in your voice betrays you. And Kirsh eats it up.

He replaces his fingers with his dick, his hand guiding it to lather your juices onto him. Your brief whining is cut off as the head goes into you.

“Please speak clearer, I can’t understand you when you whine.” He smirks down at your form slowly crumpling under his actions. Letting you adjust to his full size, he goes very slow. But as your moans become louder and your nails rake into his synthetic skin, his pace becomes more rapid. In missionary, he holds your legs up in a bruising grip. But there’s no pain, and even if there is, it all adds onto the sensation, and your orgasm starts to climb again.

He finishes you by reaching down to rub your clit with his thumb as he fucks you senseless. Your whole body quakes at the edged orgasm rips through you. The feeling spreading from your toes to your chest, and it’s prolonged as Kirsh keeps thrusting into your core. It’s not until pleasure tears fall from your eyes that you tap out, making him halt and lean down to hold you.

It’s a beautiful sight for this teasing synthetic, your hair disheveled, tears of pleasure streaming down your face, and the way you want to cling to him after he makes you come.

“See? You always end up getting what you want, don’t you?” Kirsh leans down to give a small kiss on your cheek, greedily tasting your tear trail.

Seeing that you’re comforted and basking in the afterglow, he pulls away to put on his uniform again. As he shifts his pants and buckles his belt, he nods David to move from his seat.

“She’s all yours.”

“Like a sacrifice to the gods.” David adds, passing by to join you on the bed. His factory jacket is discarded, revealing his sculpted chest for you to touch and he steps out of his pants. The first thing he does is peer down to do, a hand reaching up to rub your warm cheek.

“Hello sweet thing, look at the mess you’ve become. Do you wish to continue?” And you nod your head response, looking up at David with lidded eyes.

He offers a small smile, leaning down to give you a deep kiss, before flipping you onto your side and hooking your knee up. You’re not too out of it to have enthusiasm in aligning yourself, but the new position makes you let out a moan, seeing him rub himself to activate an erection. When his head reaches your entrance, he flicks it in and out a few times, the bulbous head making a popping sound with each thrust, until he goes in fully.

Their dicks can be comparable, but they are different. Kirsh is a lead with thickness but David leads with length. So you feel every inch at this new angle, after just cumming not too long ago, you feel the pleasure spark up again as David starts his pace.

The position is almost like doggy, except you’re on your side, able to look at David as he wrecks you, he straddles your thigh as the other leg is hooked up to make room for him.

You don’t let out any cries until he reaches forward to grasp to back of your neck while his other is cemented at your thigh holding you down. The ache from his grip makes you see stars, especially as he holds both your neck and head in place while he fucks you. And it’s evident you’re having a good time, given how much cream is coating David.

Kirsh from his spot, watching intently, tilts his head at how you’re reacting to such treatment, perhaps he can be a little more rough with you.

“Ah-Ah fuck!”

You’re close again, feeling the spring of nerves below becoming tight. Reaching behind you to touch David’s thigh, his hand on your thigh then reaches for your ass, moving to your other hole to swipe over the tiny bundle of nerves there, making you yelp. The finishing move of that, and pushing your head down into the plush bed instantly makes you come when he quickens his pace. You scream as your second orgasm throttles through you. David is careful not to put too much pressure on your head, but the control is interrupted as he comes inside you, letting out a vibrating shudder, and his hands release to rest on your waist.

Cooing happily at the feeling of being filled again, you exhale feeling content but Kirsh notices that you still have energy somehow. That simply won’t do.

“I think our little lamb has one more in her. What do you think?” He peers to David, who shares the same observation.

“If she would like, then I don’t see why not.”

You hear them talking but failed to register it was concerning you. You lift you head a bit to face them.

“Hm?”

They share a look, and then approach you simultaneously.

“We’d like to try one more thing before the evening is over, think you can handle it?”

Kirsh lines himself up behind you, while David kneels near your face. Oh. OH.

A wind of excitement goes through you, realizing this is the grand finale, that you’ll be getting both of them at the same time. You won’t lie, this thought has crossed your mind a few times, you could only affirm so quickly that you want to participate.

Kirsh pushes his briefs down once more, freeing himself fully hard again. Any cum or fluids that were once on him are gone due to his self cleaning feature. Rolling onto your stomach, he pulls you up by your hips, making your ass meet his hips. Yelping at the sudden handling, it makes you laugh at how effortlessly he can pose you.

You waste no time in freeing David from his trousers now, thankfully he didn’t even have a chance to dress fully before this. You push him to lean on his knees lower, till his dick is directly in your face. Like a starved pet you lick your ridiculously swollen lips, salivating to please David like this.

Kirsh looks down at the swell of your ass leaning on him, noting the marks from David’s handling of your earlier. The red slaps and the small grips on your waist, and it trails down to your perfectly abused and filled pussy below. There’s no need for prep, but he rubs two fingers as he did before just to warm you up. You’re bit overstimulated so the sudden touch makes you jump, but quickly give into it as he wrings his fingers in and out. He swishes the cum from him and David inside you, it’s a foreign feeling - but not unwelcome.

Eventually, you are placed between them once again, but taking both of their dicks inside you. One in your mouth and the other from behind.

You feel as though Kirsh is punishing you in his thrusts. The loud smacks of your ass bouncing off him and the plap! plap! plap! echoing amongst your moans and their grunts - all of it is so obscene, and you love it.

David’s gentle hands come to your head, gathering any fallen hair tresses from your face, and giving an experimental tug to set the pace of him face fucking you, and your eyes roll back at the sting of your scalp as he pushes and pulls.

Kirsh scoffs as he notes you’re dumb fucked by now, not a single thought in that head except to chase your own pleasure. Your hands are braced onto David’s thighs as he has his way with your mouth, but Kirsh is wanting to push you past whatever pleasure threshold you have. One of his hands reaches from your ass to your other hole, remembering how you whimpered so beautifully for David when he stroked it, but how much could you handle he wondered?

A thumb stokes over it and your back arches, a broken cry escapes from your mouth filled with dick. Kirsh slows his thrusting just a bit, but his hand doesn’t leave.

“Too much?”

David .

“N-No, please keep going! Please - it felt so good!”

“I thought so.”

And the pace is resumed of him blowing out your back, this time with a sneaky hand to play with your little muscle ring behind, his thumb is generously lubricated and dips in and out as his thrusts continue.

All three of you come at the same time, your mouth is coated in David’s fluids. He keeps your head locked in place as you take him deep, almost glitching at the tightness of your throat. When you swallow, he removes himself to let you breath, stroking your bright red cheeks so lovingly.

You cervix was already filled to the brim, so it felt like an electric pressure for Kirsh’s fluids to shoot into you again, some squeezing out from your own cramping orgasm.

You can’t see clearly or even able to talk, head dizzy from little to lacking oxygen with your mouth full. All you feel is the pulse of your core as cum gushes out of you. Your body wants to collapse when Kirsh pulls out, but he catches you, moving you to lay on your back. At first you feel empty and abandoned when you don’t sense them near you, but David returns just moments after getting dressed again. Hands come back to stroke your body and move aside your sticky hair, your pouting lips form a small smile at the returned affections.

“There there, we’re here. Just need to clean you up sweet thing.”

On cue, Kirsh returns with warm towelettes to wipe you down.

“Here, make yourself useful.” Handing one to David, who obviously ignores the comment while he goes to wipes the corners of your mouth and any sweat build up on your forehead.

Kirsh takes his task of gently wiping away the globs of cum leaking from you, making sure you’re clean and comfortable when you wake from La La land. It’s not a chore by any means if it meant you would feel somewhat refreshed and less gross waking up. After all, you don’t have a self cleaning feature like they do.