#beang

BEANG doll and a Jackie Boyland Manson pincushion.

You asked for this. You wanted this. He had you pinned, your legs secure on his waist. "A-Ah, Bryan," you breathed, feeling each steady, calculated thrust. "Do you wish for me to stop?" "N-No. Don't stop yet. K-Keep going," you moan quietly, gripping his hair, the soft mess seeming not nearly enough to keep you composed. You slumped forward a bit, leaning on him, moaning and overall enjoying this. "F-Fuck, this is so good," you mumble against him. He seemed to adapt to your tone, taking on a similar one. "Is it? Would you like this...more often?" It made your cheeks flush red as he lifted your chin. "We'll...discuss that later," he smirked, kissing you as he hit every sweet spot.

"Th-This isn't m-me-eant to happen," BEANG twitched, his eyes observing every bit of structure of the...figure before him. He could hardly focus enough to read his findings, which were blurred, scrawled sloppily. "Ah, it'll be alright, Bomb," the android chuckled in response, his southern accent faded, replaced with a deep, taunting voice that made BEANG's sensors scrawl more. "Wh-What are you--" "Oh, forget the scanners, B," he got in response, feeling impossibly soft lips press against his own, his scanners shutting with a pop and fizzle. Slowly he gave in, his hair slowly changing colours, the bright green, yellow, and red, peeking right through. "H-Human?" "Better." The two chuckled at that, 534N already reaching for his buttons on his shirt. "S-Seán, wh-what will the others think?" "Fuck their opinions for now" he mumbled in response. They both needed this break.

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