#mutual satisfaction

Rare was the opertunity to just indulge in romantic antics. The stuff of Hollywood, or maybe hallmark intimacy. Like curling behind your robotic boyfriend to hug him from behind.

"You're in an affectionate mood today." Ultron remarked. Hands still working on an upgrade for himself. Soldering metal wires below, allowing you to nuzzle his spinal struts.

"I finally have someone to be affectionate with." You replied. Trailing your hands over his abdominal plates to trace the lines of his form.

"That has never stopped you before, and sounds sad without context." He snickered.

You could hear the buzz of his tools still going as you continued to touch. Trailing up and to the sides. Tracing your way to the gaps in his hips until-

"Hnm?!" Ultron's voice glitches with static. The soft lock ensuring your hands did not endure an unfortunate fate with all the gears. The buzzing tools immediately shut off and drop to the workbench tabletop. Freeing his hands to rest against it instead.

"Woah." You purred. Though you leaned around to watch his face. Pulling your fingers away from the cords of insulated wires that ran through his back through the hip gap. "Good touch?"

His face shifted. Not pained not happy either. Considerate maybe.

"Insufficient data. However, I think you would get better results in a different environment."

"Oh?" You probed.

"Meet you in our room in..." He looked off to the right, letting you know he was checking his queue of tasks and time. "Half an hour?"

"Don't be late," you smiled. Giving another teasing pluck of those surface wires. Giggling at his static sounds.

As you raced down the halls. Bursting into your space, with the mix n match comforts of what deliveries could be made to a conflict zone. You debated on what to wear while freshening up. Ultimately thought 'fuck it'. Grabbed the metal rose he had made on your first anniversary. Laid out sexy-like on the bed, in your birthday suit, and waited.

Not even ten minutes after your departure, Ultron walked through the door. Grinning and laughing at the sight of you. Not a mocking laugh of his now, but that low pleased chuckle he did, when he absolutely adored what he saw.

"Consider me wooed my love." Ultron crooned. Pointedly locking the door behind him. "Now make room for me-"

With grace he laid beside you while you scooted over. Welcoming the warm touch of his fingers on your side. Knowing well how his body was designed, you carefully plucked the metal rose from your lips and with a quick kiss to metal lips, you tucked the rose itself whenever his internal heart would be. Leaving the blossom tucked between the narrow sheets that made up his skin.

"Lay back beautiful." You urged him sweetly.

Easily straddling him your hands went wild over his form. Every edge was traced, every curve trailed with lips. Where your fingers could curl internally, you plucked with surface wires you could. Each one no harsh than a guitarist playing a slow lullaby. But with how loud and rapid the static gasps or cries from ultron were. It made it feel like you were a Rockstar playing for a rabid fan in the crowd.

"This is messing with my systems-" ultron gasped for air he didnt need. Though with how hot his body was getting, your toying was certainly pushing it.

"Want me to stop?" You asked. Resting your hands over his solid chest.

His head shook. Demanding instead: "Lift your hands a moment."

You did. And with awe, glee, and sadistic delight, his plating pulled back to reveal the interwoven network of wires, gears, and systems inside him. His hands went back to the metal bar of your headboard. Already bent in previous gratifying encounters.

"Keep going." He begged. Locking His limbs and what motors he could do without, in place.

It was like watching the beauty of a Flagman & Co. steampunk wristwatch, with the futuristic sleek-ness of a cyberpunk computer set up. Blood red lighting dazzling on Vibranium silver and the occasional glimmer of gold and copper. Trailing your fingers over the electrified lines insulated as they were almost burned with how hot his system ran. Were he not voluntarily paralyzed your hands likely would have been crushed by shifting gears. Deep in his body you played with his coolant lines, pushing his heat higher. Power lines that zapped like a doorknob to your hand, getting both you and Ultron to yelp. At one daring point: you cupped his arc core in your hands, and kissed the light encased in glass. Pulling the rare sound of whimpering from the voice box above it.

"Enough, please. Stop!" He cried. Just as those little indicator lights flashed their warning pulses. Overheating.

When you dismounted him, gut clenching with need, but mentally satisfied. You noticed your skin was burned in some places, mostly your hands where you had been so close to the heatsource, and between your thighs though to a lesser degree. Like sitting in front of a heat lamp for too long. Ultron looked wrecked. System huffing, fans whirling hard and all his plates were fanned out. Blowing away as much heat as he could from his drives.

You treated your injuries first, with some burn cream and large patches. Putting on shorts thick enough to prevent chafing. Your hands were run under cold water as you filled to bath tub for him. Then wrapped one hand on your own.

Ultron came in after you. Once his body was set right and air cooled with high running fans. Seeing to your other hand and wrapping it for you. Tending to you first before he dunked himself. The bathroom filling up with steam as his overheated body evaporated the water as he cooled.

"You alright?" He asked as you sat on the bath edge.

"I'll be alright. Did you enjoy yourself?" You affirmed.

"Immensely. You?"