#decent even

It wasn't that different, it reasoned, of the first time it had Gurathin at its mercy.

He was staring up at it with glazed eyes and parted lips, barely breathing and desperate for its next movement. The flush on his skin was different, though — Deeper, tinted with a sheen of sweat. His legs wrapped around its waist, those were different too.

(Fuck its entire life, why had it agreed to this...)

"Please", Gurathin begged at last. Its human was proud, alright, one would say it was one of his worst flaws, and Murderbot was reeling. He was locking his ankles behind its back, arching and squirming as if he could get its strap any deeper inside.

Maybe the fact it didn't need the sex but had sought it anyway, to own and break and have full control of this man in a way nobody else could… Maybe that made it worse.

Or the fact it had forgotten silicone was conductive.

But it hadn't planned to participate from this up close. Between their connection through the feed and sheer electricity, though, Murderbot was now feeling every little twitch and the way Gurathin was practically fucking himself on its strap, oh-so-tight, and incapable of waiting for its stupid hips to start moving.

This wasn't different, come on, (come the fuck on), from the first time it had choked Gurathin. Or the first time it had let the other man get off to its words (from far away). Or the first time it had kissed him. Or the…

This should've made it feel on top of the world. Slippery slopes were so fucking real.

By the time it started thrusting Murderbot was definitely pissed off. Driving its hard cock inside Gurathin shouldn't be making it feel hungry. Shouldn't be clouding its own reason. Shouldn't be making it feel this good, overheating, panting against Gurathin's mouth like any of this was effort, overwhelmed by pleasure.

At least it was making him scream and lose control. Broken in — Like it owned him.