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“It seems like… it seems like that would change your personality.”

Quincy nuzzled into his neck. “Nope. It’s just knowledge. Bondage and shibari techniques. Where to hit safely and how to take care of bruises. That kind of thing. Stuff I could have looked up, now I have the weights and parameters built in.”

“Are you sure you don’t want any mods for yourself?”

“These mods are for me, cariad.” He tested out the nickname and liked the response in Evan’s eyes. It meant sweetheart in Welsh. “I enjoy sharing things with you.”

“You’re too good to me,” Evan whispered.

“Nope. I’m exactly good enough.” Or at least he hoped he was. But he knew, for certain, that Evan deserved everything he could give, and that he’d say it as often as he needed to.

Evan’s neck was bent back at a difficult angle though, so Quincy scooped him up. Evan’s legs went around Quincy’s waist. Now he could feel Evan’s erection even better.

That made all his fans roar.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Evan mumbled against his mouth. “I may never let you put me down again.”

Quincy laughed. “Yeah? This is hot? Like… hot means arousing?”

“Hot as in take me to the bedroom.”

Oh! Yes! Quincy charged down the hall, almost losing his balance when Evan started kissing his neck in return.

Wow. He hadn’t realized that would feel so good. His sensors registered pressure, heat, and location, but somehow the sensation added up to more than that. Evan was only kissing a small area beneath his ear, just over his SP3N port, but somehow it felt like he was stroking his whole body.

Quincy was hit by a wave of arousal, revving up his motors and making his skin too tight. He knew the solution now: bringing Evan to the edge of pleasure, so they could both fall over it together.

He tossed Evan roughly on the bed, grinning when adoring eyes beamed up at him.

He’d been right—that needy look was perfect on Evan’s face.

He climbed on top of Evan’s body, pincers popping out to undress him as rapidly as possible. In between heated kisses, he stripped off his own jacket and shirt.

Evan’s hands were everywhere, making Quincy’s sensors sing madly at every touch. Quincy loved it, but he still wanted to hear Evan’s moans when he brought them up over Evan’s head and held them there with his pincers.

Evan squirmed and thrust up against his grip, his heart racing in time to Quincy’s circulatory pistons.

“I’m not going to change my mind,” Quincy repeated.

“Quincy, please…” Evan begged.

Quincy didn’t need any begging, though. He would give Evan everything. But he loved how desperate Evan sounded.

Quincy started kissing. Anywhere. Everywhere.

He couldn’t get enough of Evan’s smooth skin. The brush of wiry hair that was so different from his own body. The taste of clean sweat as Evan writhed up into his touch. The way Evan’s breath would catch when he bit down, digging his teeth into sensitive flesh.

Leaving marks.

He wanted Evan covered in them, little circles of bruises in the shape of his unique jaw.

He made his way down to Evan’s penis, though now his mind was substituting dirtier words. Evan’s cock.

It pressed up against his chest, thickened with desire, yet so soft and silky to his touch. He could play with it all night. Especially that little V under the head. Evan arched up when he ran his tongue over it, thrashing against his bonds.

Evan’s body was so much fun!

He’d seen a lot of bodies now—the way that humans came in so many design variations on the same basic model—but Evan’s was definitely his favorite. Especially the soft pooch of Evan’s belly that he sometimes tried to hide, but that Quincy loved to nibble on.