[ he's graceful; something genos can use to his advantage, crossing off one out of dozens concerns he has. any arrangement of theirs would suffice, he knows, but there's something about having such easy access to sonic from head to toe that compelled him to turn the mental image into a reality. overall the result is pleasing, enhanced by sonic's face drifting into view, his eyes sliding shut for the inevitable. there's a warm sigh and the soft, wet slip of his lips to greet him, slumping in relief after the connection is sealed.
this is an addiction through and through. he knows his organic brain is partly to blame for this, swimming in a sea of chemicals he's had no practical application for until recently. when paired with his natural exuberance it's a potent combination worthy of only the most unparalleled ninja. to oblige him is no trouble, as second nature as breathing and booting up his systems in, mouth parting for his intrusion, panting hot air raggedly after he's gone. giving chase isn't on the menu, locked into curling his fingers as deeply as they can go so that his palm lands squarely against his bouncing butt. the envy of what he could be putting in here arrives and fades in a flash, reminding himself that patience is a virtue, and sonic is the one who he's showering in pleasure with an undercurrent of affection softening it.
his arm winds underneath him, curls around his torso to grasp him loosely. he feels what he's doing, sagging further into his mercy as the edges of his thumb find new and interesting ways to melt him. amongst the seams in his armor, he glows faintly, not meaning to sear sonic yet also incapable of withholding what serves as, for all intents and purposes, a stand-in for a full-bodied flush of excitement. introducing a third finger is his reward, ready to ramp it up to four if he keeps being so good, though it'll have to stop there. seeing how wide he can spread him and how far his entire hand could be swallowed isn't on his to-do list for today. they'll need a lot of time and practice for that, something genos won't commit to at present. ]
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this is an addiction through and through. he knows his organic brain is partly to blame for this, swimming in a sea of chemicals he's had no practical application for until recently. when paired with his natural exuberance it's a potent combination worthy of only the most unparalleled ninja. to oblige him is no trouble, as second nature as breathing and booting up his systems in, mouth parting for his intrusion, panting hot air raggedly after he's gone. giving chase isn't on the menu, locked into curling his fingers as deeply as they can go so that his palm lands squarely against his bouncing butt. the envy of what he could be putting in here arrives and fades in a flash, reminding himself that patience is a virtue, and sonic is the one who he's showering in pleasure with an undercurrent of affection softening it.
his arm winds underneath him, curls around his torso to grasp him loosely. he feels what he's doing, sagging further into his mercy as the edges of his thumb find new and interesting ways to melt him. amongst the seams in his armor, he glows faintly, not meaning to sear sonic yet also incapable of withholding what serves as, for all intents and purposes, a stand-in for a full-bodied flush of excitement. introducing a third finger is his reward, ready to ramp it up to four if he keeps being so good, though it'll have to stop there. seeing how wide he can spread him and how far his entire hand could be swallowed isn't on his to-do list for today. they'll need a lot of time and practice for that, something genos won't commit to at present. ]