#bingle

“I bet I can guess it eventually.” Bing hummed as he tilted his head. “But, good news, nothing seems damaged, no leaks, just looks like whatever jumbling you did just crossed some wires. Explains the lack of pain and why you’ve got that pressure you’re feeling.”

“Are you able to fix it like this or do we need to set something else up?” Google asked.

“I can fix it like this. Won’t hurt. Might, like, tickle a little or something. It’ll be like undoing Christmas lights.” Bing put his hands into Google’s chest and got to work. 

“Please don’t refer to my internal workings as holiday decor.” Google sighed, closing his eyes and wanting this to be over with. He wasn’t the biggest fan of having someone messing with his insides, but after a discussion turned ‘bet’ gone wrong with Anti, he needed help. Bing was the only one he could trust to fix the crossed wires since he had the same wires inside of him and understood how they worked. And it was…Bing.

“How about fixing the chain to a necklace?” Bing suggested. 

“Are you calling me jewelry?” Google lifted his head. 

“I mean, you are stunning.” Bing grinned with a wink. 

“Shut up.” Google let his head fall back down. 

“Looks like some of the deeper guys got mixed up too. Might be pulling some stuff out, so don’t freak.” Bing warned, not seeing the way Google’s eyes went wider as his fingers brushed against the deeper wires. Those wires were longer and thicker, and provided more physical function than the thinner ones. “This guy needs slipped under and then…” Bing held out the word as he slowly pulled a wire out. “Everything’s looking really good, Googs. Shouldn’t take me too long to…Googs?” He paused when he noticed Google breathing more heavily and saw his face beginning to flush red. At first, Bing wasn’t sure if Google was reacting in a bad way. Google had a habit of being stubborn and not admitting when something hurt. But when he shifted his hips and felt something hard prodding at his ass, he knew right away what was happening. “Are you into this?”

“N-No.” Google got out between gritted teeth.

“Oh, I think you are.” Bing sang, smile twisting into a mischievous grin. “I think these wires got more feeling to them than you’re willing to admit.”

“No, they do no-ot~!” Google gasped when Bing dragged his tongue along the wire. His other hand went into his chest and pulled out another one. 

“It’s okay to enjoy this; our wires can be pretty sensitive sometimes.” Bing chuckled, rubbing his thumb into the wire as he trailed a few kisses before scraping his teeth against it. Google gasped, and his hands went straight to Bing’s thighs, squeezing tightly to try to ground himself. “Go on, tell me it feels good, you know you can’t deny it~” Was Bing having a bit too much fun with this? Maybe. Was the look on Google’s face more than worth it? Absolutely.

“It…” Google took a heavy breath, biting his lip and holding back a groan, but when Bing rocked his hips, grinding his ass down against his already hard cock, he couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, it feels good.” He finally confessed. 

“Thought so.” Bing chuckled. “There’s nothing wrong with feeling good.” He added, wrapping one of the wires around his wrist. “And I like making you feel good.” Bing brushed his fingers against the wire before giving it a light grip and then stroking his hand up and down, earning another curse and fingers digging into him. 

“Bing…shit, Bing.” Google panted, his own hips bucking up into Bing’s torturously slow circles. 

“There you go.” Bing hummed, grinding down to match the pace Google wanted. “There you go.” His voice dropped with a heavy breath, his own erection straining against his pants. Bing took the other wire and held it up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around it to hold it, and rolled his tongue along it as he pushed down the front of his pants until his cock sprang free. He took the wire out of his mouth for a moment. “Keep going, keep going.” Bing groaned before putting the wire back in and then grabbing his cock and stroking it at the same pace he was stroking the wire. 

“Bing…” Google couldn’t think of anything else to say, grip tightening even more on Bing’s thighs, likely to leave finger-shaped prints in the synthetic skin. “Fuck, Bing, Fu-uck.”

“Are you going to cum?” Bing asked with a groan. ”I want…I want to see you cum.” He moved his hands and hips faster, knowing exactly what to say next to get Google to break. “Please? Please, Googs. Let me see you cum.” Bing's plan worked when Google’s own hips bucked against him sporadically, chasing after pleasure, and then he got to see what he asked for. Google thrusted up several more times, much harder than before, eyes widening, and he let out a low, in his throat, moan, making a mess in his pants. “Almost there, almost there, hold on.” Bing’s head fell back, needing only a few moments before he was tensing up and grunting, cumming on his hand and on part of Google’s abdomen. 

“Fuck.” Google cursed again, hands falling to the bed. 

“Well, that’s a fun new fact for us to use.” Bing chuckled. 

“Don’t get too carried away.”

“So, you don’t want to take our clothes off and fuck me while I play with your wires more?”