The Boys Taking Care of You (Connor and Markus) 18+ 👀
(A lil smut for ya featuring my two fave boys - I just know their relationship is fun and teasing as hell 🤭)
You’re trapped against Markus, back to his strong chest. His arms tighten around your waist as he mouths along your jawline with the pressure of a whisper. He’s so soft, so gentle, treats you like his queen. You’re overwhelmed with the scent of pine, a staple of the cologne he wears. He’s still clothed, a frustrating figure to add to the predicament, but the rough textures of his jeans and shirt only add to the fire on your naked skin.
You couldn’t escape him even if you tried. But if somehow someway you succeeded, you’d never get past Connor. Connor, who’s kneeling in front of you on the bed, caging you between himself and Markus, is always looking, always analyzing. He was created to be an android detective, and he owns up to the job even outside of work hours. So he knows every single time you’re about to squirm, about to moan, about to arch, about to beg. And he’s ready for it.
Tonight Connor’s feeling particularly mean. The roles of all of you together seem to switch daily like the ever changing Michigan weather, but tonight, Connor’s delving deep into his investigation tactics just to push you closer and closer to madness.
You’re writhing against Markus as he does his best to ease Connor’s incessant teasing. He can’t help but take mercy on you when you’re like this. Markus would rather permanently switch off than see you upset or hurt, and being constantly edged is now added to the list. His caregiver skills kick in. He’s whispering sweet words into your ears, ghosting touches over your hips and waist, a promise that you’ll get what you want soon.
“You’re being too mean, Connor” Markus chides in a melodic, almost teasing tone, as Connor’s fingers stop expertly moving inside you yet again. You whine and throw your head back against Markus.
“I think you’re being too kind,” he responded. “You’d rather just give in and give her what she wants.”
“She can only take so much,” he reminds Connor.
You can practically hear Connor’s smirk. “She can take much more.”
There’s the sound of rustling bed sheets. Markus turns your head to seal his lips against yours gently. You curse Connor’s being an android because you can’t even feel his breath on your thighs before his tongue delves into your cunt.
You yelp against Markus’s lips. He can’t help but chuckle against you. Even though he somewhat disagrees with Connor’s methods, he enjoys the consequences it gives.
And god, Connor knows just how to push you. It’s unfair the skills he was given by Cyberlife. Too many to count. But you’re sure they didn’t equip him with amazing pussy eating protocol. No, he picked that up on his own. And like everything Connor does, he’s fucking perfect at it.
His tongue presses against your walls before he sucks your clit into his mouth with enough pressure to have you arching against Markus. You clamp your thighs around Connor’s head, and Markus, the veiled sadist he is, reaches his hand down to pull them apart.
You whine and he coos in your ear, “shh, shh, shh, it’s okay. Just let him work. You look so pretty like this. So gorgeous.”
It’s torture. The way Connor flicks his tongue against your clit, bringing you so close to the edge before pulling away at the exact moment and leaving you desperate. The way he’s doing it, making out with your cunt, seems like it’s all for his enjoyment. He’s moaning against your pussy, licking up every drop that falls, diving in like a starving man and never once letting you finish.
You can’t take it anymore. You succumb to what Connor wants. Begging.
“Please,” you rasp out. “Please.”
Connor stops what he’s doing, perks up like a dog being handed a treat. He smiles against your cunt.
“You gonna be nice now that you got what you wanted?” Markus goads Connor.
“You say that like you’re unable to help.”
“You won’t let me,” he raises an eyebrow, a challenge to Connor.
“You think you could do better? Go ahead.”
The one thing Connor likes is a challenge. Maybe this is Markus’s way of helping you. Or helping himself. Either way, you breathe a sigh of relief as Connor licks a stripe up your cunt and moans loudly at the taste.
Markus scoffs, a smile playing on his lips. “You’re a pain.”
Connor looks up between your legs, meets Markus’s eyes and winks.
That’s it. Markus drifts his hand down your body, grazing soft skin all the way down, leaving a buzz of heat behind. It has you whimpering in his arms.
Finally, he reaches where you want him most. Where Connor’s already ravishing you. Markus’s fingers tease your clit as Connor’s tongue strokes inside of you. Markus is still holding your legs open, wide enough for the two of them to work.
Now, it’s a competition as to how fast they can make you cum.
And it doesn’t take long with how Connor’s tongue is expertly teasing your cunt, with how Markus’s fingers pinch and play with your clit. Your head falls back against Markus’s chest and he takes the initiative to kiss down your neck, sucking and leaving marks. Somewhere in there, Connor looks up and Markus serves him with a wink of his own, lips attached to your neck.
You don’t even notice because you’re right there again and this time, neither man pulls away. Instead they press on, right at the perfect pressure.
“You can do it baby,” Markus whispers in your ear. “You have permission. You can cum. Right against Connor’s face.”
Connor moans at that last part, hands grasping at your thighs to pull you impossibly closer to him.
“I’m gonna, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you babble as you grind against Connor’s face, finally at your high.
“You got it, you got it,” Markus talks you through. “Fuck Connor’s face. He’s got you too. We’ve both got you.”
Markus reaches one hand up to tweak your nipple as you come down. You mewl at the sensitivity. Meanwhile, Connor’s still between your legs, licking lazily, almost sleepily.
“Connor’s drunk on your pussy” Markus chuckles, nuzzling against your temple. “Can’t say I blame him.”
Markus reaches down and cards his fingers through Connor’s hair. Brown doe eyes gaze up. “You okay down there?” He jokes.
Connor vibrates an “mmhmm,” through your cunt and you tweak your hips against his face.
“You wanna come join us up here? Or no?”
Connor reluctantly pulls away and leaves you to rest for a moment. He kisses up your bare body, latching onto a nipple and biting gently. You yelp, still overly sensitive.
“Hey,” Markus pulls Connor back by his hair. “Let her rest. There’s a lot of time for that.”
Connor rolls his eyes playfully, continuing to kiss up your chest and then up your neck to your lips where he seals it with a passionate kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue as it probes over your teeth and presses to the back of your throat. You whine against his mouth just as he pulls away, a line of saliva attaching the two of you.
“You did very good,” Connor sweetly admits, his soft self coming through.
“So did you,” he teases, kissing Markus over your shoulder.
The two androids take in your exhausted body. Markus brushes his fingers through your hair. Connor’s hands rub up and down your thigh.
“You wanna start the shower?” Markus asks Connor, who nods.
“I was going to offer round two, but I doubt she’d be able to stand.”
“I guess that’s one of the perks of being an android,” Markus muses with a cheeky smile. “It’s easy to hold her up.”
