Doc overstim, Cyborg Doc getting overstimulated… Robot… sex… Wires and…
Scar running his hands up and down Doc’s torso, unscrewing the panel on the chest and Scar is fascinated by his wires and starts to play with the nerve cluster along his “ribs”. Watching it lights up like a string of firecrackers, and the low whine escaping Docs’ vocalizer isn’t entirely human. Cool air hitting the exposed circuitry and Doc jerks, hips bucking involuntarily. His hands scrabble for Scar’s shoulders, metal fingers denting the cloth of his jacket.
Doc pleading and panicked for him to be very very careful and gentle. Scar says says he will, sliding two fingers along a bundle of sensory filaments that definitely weren’t meant to be touched like that. Doc’s entire frame arches, a full-body shudder that rattles the table beneath them. His optic shutters blow wide, pupils dilated and he cums just like that. Scar’s hands keep dragging over raw nodes, the heat of his breath ghosting across exposed wiring. Doc’s vocalizer glitches into a looped moan, high and desperate, feedback squealing as his processors try and fail to throttle the flood of data. And Scar keeps going. And Doc is so sensitive and Doc’s entire body seizes like he’s been struck by lightning.
Scar leans down and licks a slow, wet stripe up the center of the glowing core port.
Doc screams.
It’s not a human sound. It’s raw data, a burst of corrupted audio that makes the lights in the room flicker. His back arches so violently something in his spinal mount creaks. His hands scrape at Scar’s back, claws out, shredding fabric as he tries to find an anchor in the overload and Scar still won’t stop and…
Ah.. hm… what was I talking about…?