DATA SOONG
STRIPPED
sonmnophilia, dubious consent, wireplay.
motionless, stagnant—his body laid before you across sheets of wondrous sheen. the starlight from afar casted him in silver glow, the bed beneath him turning pearlescent in color.
he trusted you, wished for you to remain as he dreamed. his eyelids danced, fingers twitched—an android in supposed sleep. still, unaware of his surroundings, you moved. the precipice neared, the end of the mattress now pressed firm to your thighs.
you leaned forward, fingers grazing the delicate curvature of his jaw until it dipped along the shape of his neck. the android did not wake, did not stir—he remained as he was, still enraptured and unconscious.
a small smile twitched your lips, fingers still roaming downwards until the first layer of his uniform was undone. your hand brushed the bare expanse of his chest, admiring the beautiful creation that was data. it was as if his body was chiseled from marble, the coolness of his skin familiar and apparent.
then, your hand lowered to his abdomen, stilling for a moment until you undid his trousers. the buttons came apart as the zipper was pulled to its other end. your eyes were drawn to his softened length, still tucked beneath the cloth—a temptation wishing to be unraveled.
yet, you ignored its calling, moving to pull his trousers until the entire article was removed. the android now laid near naked, immodest but perfect. in wondrous starlight, you saw how the silver within his skin glimmered—like hidden twilight sewn but now revealed.
your hands traveled lower once more, eyes admiring his perfect adonis belt before reaching your intended destination: his thighs. there, between his legs of wonderfully toned muscle, was a panel. beneath it laid a path of wires, all of which were about to receive your fullest attention.
with practiced ease, you removed the panel and exposed his intricate circuitry, every colored wire now meeting your starving gaze. your fingers reached forth, grabbing hold of a thickened wire—and pulled.
the android jerked, hips thrusting upward in shock but still remaining entwined in dream. again, you pulled—this time twisting the sensitive wire until it had kinked between your fingers.
data whimpered beneath your expert touch, head switching directions as though he was being tempted in his sleep. the circuits before you seemed alight with excitement, his body rising in temperature.
“li-lieutenant.. do-do not… no…” the android whimpered once more, begging beneath his breath as his hands went to reach for you. it seemed his subconscious was aware of your presence, his program responsible for sexual excitement now awake. yet, he was still lost in the gossamer of sleep, unable to untangle himself.
you used this moment to yank on the wire once more, smiling as you heard his breath hitch and catch in his throat. his adam’s apple bopped, speech taken from him for moments extended. it was as if his system had shutdown, a sudden attack nullifying all his senses.
that was when you noticed the large, wet spot that was now soaking his briefs—a harden member in strain. it seemed, from your efforts alone, the android had came.
— experimenting with a new fetish! @psybrepunk was responsible for my indoctrination to the wonderful world of wireplay! never written about it before, but they did give me some posts as pointers and… well, you can see what that resulted in. though short, i hope you all enjoyed this imagine!