Simon had never been on the receiving end of such laser focused attention. He never realized how intense Omarr’s stare could be when it was wide-eyed and evenly distributed among everything. It exhilarating, and only a tiny bit unsettling.
Simon felt a thrilling chill run down the from his neck to the base of his spine when Omarr said his name. The android was so close as if everything he said was some national secret of grave importance he couldn’t risk it being overheard even on the mostly abandoned street in the middle of the night. And what he heard next nearly floored him.
“You talked to Keaton about weird sex stuff?” The door to Simon’s house swung open, but his eyes were on Omarr even as he walked them through. “God no. I mean.” He wanted to laugh, but he doubted an all out chuckle-fest would do much for Omarr’s self-esteem. So, Simon just locked the door behind him.
“I don’t know what you mean by weird but don’t Worry about that Omarr, please. We can talk about that later- If you want. But now…” Simon breathed out, chest rising into the androids hand on his chest. His chin dipped down to watch Omarr’s fingers start their first tentative explorations.
“Now, we’ll just use our hands, and ourselves.” He raised his head to look Omarr in the eyes. “This is for you,” Simon raised his hand fingers raising Omarr’s chin to tilt up just slightly as Simon tiled his head down. “So I promise I’ll take it as slow as you want. We’ll go slow, I’ll touch a place and you can tell me how it feels.” Simon cupped Omarr’s cheek against his palm, already getting his part underway. His hand slid up, fingers curling under Omarr’s jaw so Simon could grip his earlobe between his thumb and forefinger to gently massage it.
“See.” The gesture seemed innocent but incredibly intimate, and Simon couldn’t help but smile. “Small touches at first, you tell me what you like and we can move on to more.”
Simon just hadn’t noticed he had been on the receiving end of such laser focus attention until now.
Omarr might not have even noticed he was staring before. It just happened. Simon walked into the room and Omarr couldn’t help but discreetly look up from whatever he was doing, eyes scanning over Simon’s jawline, or the way the man fit his clothing.
Up until now Omarr classified that as just: looking at Simon not looking at Simon.
“He mentioned it.” Omarr corrected, now slightly worried he had gotten Keaton in trouble with his brother. The ‘God, no’ was a source of relief, he looked down at his hands, on Simon’s chest, “I’m... I’m not sure what he meant either --” Ever helpful, because honestly Omarr felt like he should be doing something right now to keep him from short-circuiting from nervousness, Omarr was tempted to take Simon’s jacker off for him but was too distracted by the gentle fingers. He met Simon’s gaze and could feel himself heat under the man’s touch. If he were a laptop, it’d be about that time when the little cooling fan kicked in.
“Good.” He said without thinking, whether they had started this little test or not yet. His voice was shaky. Honestly it was a wonder that Omarr got our his response at all, let alone in english. His thoughts were all jumbled, different languages, warm oranges and browns, music... It was a mess. He was a mess and all because Simon touched him.
This was a major limitation. Omarr was meant to be near indestructible and here he was, melting to a puddle on the floor.
He head involuntarily tilted towards Simon’s hand, “This feels good.”
The smile was almost too much for Omarr to handle. “I like this.” He choked, god he was so embarrassed.
And then he couldn’t help but smile because he realized how nervous he was. That he felt nervous. A hand rose to cover his mouth. “Oh, Simon...” He paused, before crossing his arms over each other and grabbing the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Simon has seen him shirtless before. But this was different, “I want you to touch me. Everywhere.”
And then, eyes flickering to Simon’s chest then back to the man’s face, which Omarr noted was, yes, very attractive, “Can I see you?”
