One Topic woke up in his bed, alone again. he checked the time. It was early morning, he felt super tired from staying up so late. He looked at his bedside table for his phone, and saw that Click had already responded. Poor thing, must have stayed up all night.
No matter. He checked his iPhone 11 which he payed for with his unemployment benefits, to read how he responded.
"It's hard to explain. She's a" 1:10AM - OT
"a????" 5:32AM - click
"Sorry I fell asleep. She's an AI" 6:24AM - OT
"WHAT HOW" 6:25AM - click
OT chuckled a little. Click didn't know that he was actually amazing at writing code and editing in deepfakes. But, he had better things to do. He had to...hm. It was the weekend. No videos today! Suddenly, a knock came from the other side of the front door. He thought it may be a package, but he hadn't ordered anything recently.
Cautiously, he opened the door. But, to his surprise, it was Click!
"How'd you find my hou-" He was interrupted by a hearty smack on the ass. Saucy!
"Oh, no you don't!" One Topic smirked and pushed him up against the wall. "I won't take being a bottom for an answer..." Click quivered under his strong grip, unable to fight back because of his tiny twink arms. OT saw his face and immediately loosened his grip. "Sorry, was that too much?"
Click looked at him with lust in his eyes. "No..." Suddenly, he pulled OT closer to him and kissed him.
"Keep going."
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I'm not writing any more than that LMAO this was so stressful to write I was having a fight or flight reaction
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