When Omarr set his mind to something it was easier to just let whatever was going to happen, happen. And just like how he was determined to show Simon a good time at the fair, he was determined to show Simon a good time now.
And then Simon was calling him things like ‘baby’ and ‘beautiful’ (beautiful! Had anyone called him that before?) and Omarr couldn’t help the hum, of what he’d attribute as bliss, that vibrated from his body through his lips and around Simon’s shaft. He wanted nothing more than to swallow Simon down and hear him moan and call him baby.
He didn’t even mind the cursing. In fact… It was kind of… hot (giggle.) He was making Simon curse. Omarr was. He took a sort of pride in that.
His eyes flickered up to meet Simon’s gaze, worrying little about being neat.
Omarr liked the sound of everything that Simon was going to do to him, there was no gag when the the tip of Simon’s length hit the back of his throat. Of course there wasn’t. He couldn’t really respond to anything Simon was saying with a mouth full of cock, so he settled on a greedy (see: filthy) whine, that he hoped Simon would like. He let his lips slide from around Simon’s length, swiping his tongue over Simon’s head to catch whatever was dripping there and then his upper lip.
His response was a simple, Mmm.
“I’d love to see your bedroom.” He stood, “And you can tell me where you want me.” hand instinctively moved to squeeze the own bulge in his pants, not exactly sure what to do with his own hard length, now pressing uncomfortably against his zipper, “Can I… feel myself for you?” Masturbation had never really been something Omarr thought about until now. And now? Now the thought of laying back on Simon’s sheets, exploring his own body for his own and Simon’s pleasure? It all made sense. He wanted Simon’s eyes on him all the time.
“Oh yes I would.” God yes. There was nothing more he would like better than to see Omarr feel himself. He wanted to watch that all day everyday if it wasn’t unreasonable.
With all of Omarr’s eagerness, and needy whines it was a wonder that the only thing the android lapped up was precum. Simon still managed to hold himself off from completing too soon. He was far too old then to shoot off at the barest sign of excitement, but Omarr was doing things to him that surprised even the jaded doctor.
He pulled Omarr close, or more aptly he pulled himself closer to Omarr. So he could reach those lips again and kiss him. His length not so comfortable crushed up into the bulge of Omarr’s pants. Hardly giving the other man room to touch himself. If Simon were capable of it he’d sweep Omarr up in his arms and carry him to the bedroom. As much as he was able to bench Simon deeply doubted that it was anywhere close to what Omarr weighed with all his internal machinery.
Breathless he pulled his hungry lips away from Omarr’s mouth. “Upstairs. My Bedrooms upstairs, go up to the second floor and down the hall. It’s the second room on your left. I want to see you naked in my bed, letting your hands feel every inch of you that feels good.” Issuing these orders was the second best option to carrying Omarr over the threshold.
