save me robot

Null momentarily struggles against the restraints around his wrists while you trace your fingers across the leather of his chest harness. You both know he can snap what bounds him at any moment, whenever he likes, but you've already told him that if he does, then all the fun instantly comes to an end. So, to his chagrin, all he can do is wriggle pathetically with his arms behind his back, bucking up where you're seated in his lap.

"Stay still." You tell him, firmly.

"You're making it real fuckin' difficult to do that, doll." He gripes through gritted teeth. He's past the point of trying to hide the colored bars across his display.

"I'm flattered, then." You smile. Tilting your head up towards him, you purposely run the palm of your hand across the strap of leather that stretches over his chest, pressing his tie down, watching the way he shudders and cocks his head away in embarrassment when you add, "I know you can be good for me."

"Would be if you'd stop playing with some pieces of leather and just get to the point—"

"Easy." Swiftly, you hook your fingers under the middle of his harness, tugging him forward just enough for Null to grunt and straighten his posture. His once stable act of breathing to make himself a little less off-putting for your sake begins to tremble, sucking in a shaky breath through his teeth before releasing it in a half-sigh, half-groan. A faint puff of smoke also escapes from his vents as he does so, filling the room with the smell of heated plastic and electricity. His excitement presses against you harder, to which you slide your free hand down his side, eliciting another shudder from him, down to press your palm into his thigh.

"Stay still. And if you can't be nice, then be quiet."

"...You're asking a lot of me with that..."

"C'mon, Tenna, I know you can be good for me. Just let me play with you a bit like you do with me."

Null clicks his tongue, thoroughly amused. "I'll get you back for this, mark my wo— GH—!"

Before he can finish, you move both your hands in tandem – one to jostle him by the straps of his harness again while the other harshly presses the palm against his ache, tenting hard in his tight slacks. Null throws his head back, audibly fighting to restrain the noises attempting to escape him as his voice partially glitches. "Fu—ck, _____..."

"Yea? Gonna be good for me yet?"

As you tease your fingers under his harness again, pointedly rubbing over his chest, he chuckles breathlessly. "Wha—tever, just— Keep doing th—at..."

"You know what to say if you want something."

"Tough sh—it."

Immediately, you pull away both your hands, causing Null to quickly tense up and lower his head back down to you. "Don't you dare—"

"Say it."

He visibly struggles, fighting against his restraints once more. The cocky smirk he usually adorns is gone, his teeth clenched while he turns his head away for a moment. Eventually, after some obvious deliberation, he concedes.

"...Ple—ease..."

"Please what?"

Despite quickly getting irritated, he doesn't gripe. "...Please...keep touching me like th—at..."

"Good boy."

Your hands are on him again, and Null practically whimpers when your palm presses into his erection again. He clearly gets embarrassed by this, but you don't give him the chance to dwindle on that by tugging him closer with the help of his harness into an almost bruising kiss. He gasps against your mouth, but groans and quickly acquiesces, opening his own to further deepen the kiss.

With your combined efforts of your hand rubbing at him harshly and Null bucking his hips, he fully moans against your lips at one point and freezes, his screen glitching hard before ultimately shutting off completely. A hot, tingling, and wet sensation blossoms over your fingertips, and as you separate from where your lips are now pressed against only hot glass, he quickly turns his head away.