𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎 - 𝟎𝟎𝟏 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 ✔️

032

"Hey! That's my—"

"—Kind of the point, 001."

"Well, be careful with it at least."

You scoff at him, admiring how flustered he got beneath your touch. He pulls you down to connect your lips with his. His kisses grow more lustful at the event of your pelvis rubbing up against his.

But suddenly, 001 jolts up in distress. "Crap, the camera!" His eyes scan the room for the object in the corner.

A string of curses ring through your mind. Your body recoiled at the thought of being watched. There was no privacy here. It was disgusting, it was dehumanizing—

"It's... off?" he adds, eyes squinting at the light. You take a glance too. Sure enough, there was no light.

Relief floods through your veins. "Thank God," you say, and turn back towards him.

"You don't find that strange?"

Your hand snakes up to his chest. "As long as no one can see us, I don't care."

His skin was warm and bare, it drew you in. The camera being powered off came as more than just a shock to you, but you couldn't mind it. It was impossible not to savor an intimate moment like this. Eventually, he gives in as well and leans back into your touch.

The barriers between you fall forward. Out poured all the emotion you'd locked away for so long. You released it with every arched back, every kiss, every moan.

The idea was still so new to you, but you can't bring yourself to stop. You kiss him back with the same passion until 001 tilts away, stroking your bottom lip instead. "Please," he whispers as if sensing your wavering emotions. It only took the word to disperse your mind of doubts.

He inches his pants off, shuddering as you palm him with eager hands. "Shit," he sighs, hips bucking forward at the contact. A moan emits his lips.

"It's that easy, huh?" you mock, before moving to stroke him more teasingly. The sound you get in response is a mixture of a wince and a gasp. Your slow massage grew more tedious by the second.

"Ah— please..." He knits his brows together, throwing his head back in defeat. You're more in shock at the moment than aroused. You'd never seen him submit to you so easily, each moan of deeper desperation than the last.

The erection was warm and hard in your hands. Knowing you were the cause of it excited you. The sight of him lost in pleasure was pure bliss. You tighten your grasp, watching in awe as he whimpered again. "You can beg better than that, can't you?" you taunt.

The dominant gleam in his eyes returns. He places an irritated hand on top of yours, forcing you to stroke him faster, harder. The exact way he wanted to be touched. "Take any longer and I'll do this myself," he groans.

You pull away, leaving him absent of your touch. "Fine, then."

His mouth parts helplessly."Where are you going?"

"I've got things to do." The floor is cold when your feet hit the tile. This teasing thing was fun.

He sighs in place. A hesitant moment passes before he reaches for your hand. "Okay, fine, come back."

"Hmm," you hum, "That doesn't sound very genuine."

He tilts his head to the side. "Please?"

You tap your lip as if this was the hardest decision you'd ever made in your life. 001 smiles when you sink back down into his arms. Pulling away had only led you to come back harder, stronger. This feeling always returned with a ferocity unlike any other. You kiss him furiously, from his lips down to his neck, down to his chest, and you don't stop there.