Doc overstim, Cyborg Doc getting overstimulatedā¦ Robotā¦ sexā¦ Wires andā¦
Scar running his hands up and down Docās torso, unscrewing the panel on the chest and Scar is fascinated by his wires and starts to play with the nerve cluster along his āribsā. Watching it lights up like a string of firecrackers, and the low whine escaping Docsā vocalizer isnāt entirely human. Cool air hitting the exposed circuitry and Doc jerks, hips bucking involuntarily. His hands scrabble for Scarās shoulders, metal fingers denting the cloth of his jacket.
Doc pleading and panicked for him to be very very careful and gentle. Scar says says he will, sliding two fingers along a bundle of sensory filaments that definitely werenāt meant to be touched like that. Docās entire frame arches, a full-body shudder that rattles the table beneath them. His optic shutters blow wide, pupils dilated and he cums just like that. Scarās hands keep dragging over raw nodes, the heat of his breath ghosting across exposed wiring. Docās vocalizer glitches into a looped moan, high and desperate, feedback squealing as his processors try and fail to throttle the flood of data. And Scar keeps going. And Doc is so sensitive and Docās entire body seizes like heās been struck by lightning.
Scar leans down and licks a slow, wet stripe up the center of the glowing core port.
Doc screams.
Itās not a human sound. Itās raw data, a burst of corrupted audio that makes the lights in the room flicker. His back arches so violently something in his spinal mount creaks. His hands scrape at Scarās back, claws out, shredding fabric as he tries to find an anchor in the overload and Scar still wonāt stop andā¦
Ah.. hmā¦ what was I talking aboutā¦?
