If Sarah were a real person....

I gave Markus a girlfriend/wife in "The Painter" and since then, these two are my OTP. 

I use a modified "Elisabeth" ragdoll (from Bioshock Infinite) for her. 

And if she were a real person, she'll probably look like this:

She has the body of a goddess and the face of an angel. God, her tits are incredible. My headcanon is that Markus is a boob lover. Men are either into asses or boobs and some like both. And I gave him a bit of a boob fetish, and the bigger they are the better. Guess this would be his dream breasts. They surely are mine. ^^

nude Markus ragdoll for Gmod - Detroit: Become Human - final

The nude Markus/RK200 ragdoll from Detroit: Become Human is finally ready for action. :D

All textures (abdomen front, back and sides, upper thighs front, back and sides, cock + balls, chest, upper back, shoulders/upper arm seams) are fully done and adjusted to reduce seam visibility. 

Gmod maps that can be used for posing are not really consistent when it comes to the quality of ambient light and general illumination. Some maps have excessive bloom, others have only a very flat, pale light included, and there are those that feature full HDR as well, or a mix of bloom + HDR... and this makes visual corrections and photoshopping not always easy. Seams will always be more or less visible, depending on the light sources used/baked into the map. 

However, I tried my best to make this ragdoll the best texture work that I've ever done. I only concentrated on the seams where textures are touching and even that was an extensive and very time consuming task. However, I cannot guarantee that imperfections won't ever be visible; the multitude of available maps and the massively varying quality of used light sources makes this simply impossible. 

But here he is, ready to fool around and have a good time in Gmod: 

Just have a look at picture 1 and 3, how the ambient light makes the point where the cock is attached to his body overly visible in pic 1 and how it is almost invisible in pic 3. Custom ragdolls seem to be exceptionally susceptible to changes in ambient light. I am extremely anal when it comes to things like that, simply to reduce the amount of photoshopping afterwards. Although it won't always be easy to pick a certain angle (ragdoll towards light source and vice versa) for making pictures. The pose might look a lot better from a different angle or I'm so engrossed posing for a comic that I won't even notice any awkward angles (illumination-wise) until everything's done and with me actually starting the post-processing work. 

And here are a couple testposes with the new ragdoll. The pictures are untouched, they're only cropped to size. 

 

It's such a shame that he never really smiles in the game. And so I did a very slight rework (Photoshop's liquify option) of an ingame shot to fix this. ^^

*swoons* He's so gorgeous. I have enough life experience to know that men who are exceptionally attractive are always very ugly on the inside. They always have a rotten character and many of them are arrogant. 

Markus, however, is an android. His character was programmed. He's very gentle, kind and friendly in my headcanon. That also means that he has a gentle soul and that he's not only soft-spoken but also soft-hearted. But there really is no better partner and companion  than a man who's not afraid to cry; someone who's easily moved to tears. Because such a gentle soul will never hurt their partner intentionally and the love and affection they feel for their mate is always honest and runs very deep. 

An android like him, he's the ultimate soulmate material. Kind, loving and sensual while giving just as much love and affection back, unconditional and without second thoughts, without trying to manipulate. THAT is the most beautiful thing for a woman to experience. 

Underwater Kisses - Markus/f!Reader - erotic fanfic - Markus/f!Reader - Detroit: Become Human

 Underwater kisses

Markus/f!Reader

Warnings: human/android erotic, graphic sex, Markus, Reader-insert, Carl Manfred, Chloe (mentioned only), Elijah Kamski (mentioned only), Carl has cybernetic legs, extensive cybernetic surgeries (mentioned), AU, only based upon D:BH, reader’s family is anti-android, father-son-dynamics, most humans are friendly towards androids, no segregation, no slavery, androids are family members, Detroit is a futuristic city, domestic, POV second person, no use of Y/N, dirty talk, vocal sex, falling in love, human/android relationship, big cock, tight pussy, lovestory, fluff and smut, pining, UST, cockblocking (unintentional), hurt/comfort

Theme: erotic, romance, lovestory, domestic

Summary: “You look lost,” a deep, raspy voice makes you look up from the map and over to whoever spoke to you out of nowhere. An old man is standing next to you, leaning on a cane. He’s thin but well dressed, and his white hair is windswept and tousled. It’s hard to tell his age, he must be in his seventies or eighties, but his eyes are still sharp and his smile is friendly and approachable.

“Yeah, I haven’t the faintest idea where I am. I grew up here … somewhere, but that was almost twenty years ago and now that I’m back in town…” You shrug. 

“Maybe I can help you. I’ve been in Detroit my whole life.”  

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Your neighbor was a strange fellow, aloof and cryptic, but he was the first to have an android at home. The few times he was actually seen leaving the house, he was always in a hurry because he was working on ‘something important’.

The guy seemed barely old enough to be an adult. He wasn’t exactly a people person either and had even less patience with children; so his android ran all errands for him. She was the only artificial being in the neighborhood and turned quite a few heads whenever she was outside.

She looked like a young woman with a very pretty face, blonde hair and blue eyes.

Her name was Chloe and unlike her housemate, she was very friendly and kind.

You’ve always been very curious and inquisitive and the idea to interact with such an incredible machine fascinated you immensely. So you began to pay attention when she went outside and accompanied her on her trips.

Chloe had the patience of a saint. Your endless questions never bothered her and she willingly answered anything you wanted to know. She even seemed delighted by your boundless curiosity.

Her artificial nature was something you almost obsessed over at first. However, it didn’t take long for you to understand that there was little difference between Chloe and man. Her gentle character made her almost more humane in your eyes than mankind itself. She never raised her voice around you, and she was incredibly patient with the little tomboy that you were. She never lectured and she always took you and your musings seriously.

And then, as more and more people welcomed androids into their families, you always expected at least some of them to look like Chloe. But that never happened. The other models not only looked different, their behavior wasn’t as sophisticated either. They seemed more limited in their interactions with humans, less … evolved somehow. You had no idea why, but this little mystery was really intriguing.

Your tremendous fascination with androids and apparent delight at befriending one that was something your parents viewed with great concern and growing disapproval. And while your mother felt sad and disappointed, it was your father in particular who was most dissatisfied with your “obsession”.

You soon realized that both your parents were strictly anti-android, and the growing friendship between you and Chloe bothered them immensely. They feared that this ‘infernal machine’ would ruin you for human relationships and prevent you from developing normally.

Your family wasn’t willing to just stand by and watch while you were corrupted. When all their efforts to keep you away from that ‘godless creature’ were unsuccessful and no punishment seemed effective enough to bring you to your senses, they finally decided that more drastic measures had to be taken...

They talked for weeks about visiting distant relatives two states away and planned everything down to the last detail. You were less than happy about their eager preparations and used every possible minute to sneak away and hang out with your artificial friend, talking with her and sharing your concerns and worries about the impending trip.

It was only a gut feeling, but something just didn’t add up with what was going on at home. Chloe comforted you and tried to explain why you might feel this way and you hoped she was right. That it was just nervousness about visiting relatives you’ve never met.

You grew increasingly anxious as the departure day drew near.

Why did you have to pack so many things for a two week stay? And why had your parents done the same? Their explanations sounded more like excuses and far-fetched half-truths.

You had been waiting for the other shoe to drop but they kept their real intentions secret until the very last minute. It wasn’t until you were about to get into the car and happened to exchange a look with your mother that she finally cracked. She gave you an apologetic shrug and mumbled something that sounded alarmingly like “I’m sorry”, before taking shotgun.

Your eyes darted from the bulging carry-on at your feet to the trunk of the car. It was filled to the roof lining with suitcases and bags. Even the backseat was partly crammed with luggage.

And suddenly everything made a terrible sense.

Your parents had no intention of visiting any relatives. You were moving away.

They had to force you into the car while you struggled; kicking, wailing and crying, being visibly distraught at having to leave your only friend behind – while your father yelled that it was “for your own good” and that it was your fault that it had to come to this.

Heartbroken and feeling betrayed, you vowed to never let anything like this happen again. And if having an android as a best friend was only possible in absolute secrecy, you were willing to sacrifice everything for it. Your parents’ blind rejection and the drastic steps they took just to prevent you from having any contact with androids was a painfully bitter but valuable lesson.

One that would shape you for life…

- Fifteen years later -

You’re grown up when you finally move back to Detroit.

So much has changed in your absence that you hardly recognize the city. Most of the old childhood landmarks have disappeared, and when you finally get close to the part of town you once lived in, most of the houses are gone as well. Instead of ugly five to ten story blocks crammed with small apartments, your eyes fall on a spacious, beautiful park with a butterfly-shaped lake at the center, surrounded by artificially contoured footpaths and jogging tracks. A brand new, huge shopping mall is just a stone’s throw away. Even the smaller squares feature computer controlled fountains, creating beautiful ensembles of light and translucent columns of water that bounce back and forth in almost whimsical arcs and rhythms. The largest plazas are adorned with modern steel and bronze monuments ranging from the totally abstract to the lifelike. And those weren’t the only new or completely re-designed places in town.

Detroit has changed from a struggling, dying city still clinging to it’s long-gone Motown days to a renewed, fresh, and modern life as THE Android City Americas.

Your hometown has proudly embraced its new future and it shows everywhere. Many billboards remained after the buildings were completed and subsequently serve as permanent advertisements. And it’s always the same company that left those giant roadside billboards behind; Phoenix Enterprises. They built modern, spacious condos and apartments – complete with AI security system and an android or two, if the new home owner so desired. Their color scheme and slogan were strikingly familiar to CyberLife’s, and a quick search online revealed why. Phoenix Enterprises was their daughter company, established in 2025 to expand their customer base.

The public was skeptical if a company leading in medical innovations, supercomputers and AI research would be able to gain an additional foothold in the Real Estate market. They had to be able to drive a hard bargain with the City Council to buy up as many districts as possible. And not only that. They’ve also had to complete thousands of successful renovations and even more new constructions across Detroit. It was a colossal undertaking, and it took more than a decade to replace most of the rundown housing and derelict car factories with state-of-the-art residential property. And since they had the private RE market firmly under their control, they expanded into the commercial sector as well; building shopping malls, supermarkets and hardware stores, thus providing ample opportunities for job seekers and those looking for a fresh start in life, fueling something akin to a gold-rush mood.

However, vicious tongues warned against over-enthusiasm and sharply criticized that the major practically handed over the city to line his own pockets by allowing a ‘dubious concern’ and their subsidiary to take the reigns – only to be ridiculed by their political opponents that these two companies were not OmiConsumerProducts or Skynet in disguise, and instead brought much-needed new life and fresh, innovative ideas to Detroit.

And after the first homes, lofts, condos and rentals were build, however, they received rave reviews and praise for their stunning, light-filled, top modern architecture and the seamlessly integrated, top of the line AI systems. The political situation began to relax again, rumors were put to bed and opponents were silenced. And, shortly afterwards, everything went back to normal. The common people lived their lives, the powerful strove for even more power and the corrupt and greedy for more wealth.

- A new home -

Despite your initial concerns, an affordable place to live is surprisingly easily found. It’s a small 1br 1ba house at the end of a cul-de-sac, right next to the turning bay. There’s a small residential parking lot across the street and not far from your prospective home is one of the modern shopping malls. Not a behemoth like the one in your old neighborhood, this one is much smaller and has just enough parking space for a handful of out-of-town visitors and the neighbors in your vicinity. The access road to the shopping center is on the other side of the lot, but there’s already a short footpath through the bushes and across the wide, open green leading up to the mall’s parking space from behind.

Your new home has hardwood floors and the walls are painted in apricot, almond and golden sand tones. It has solar panels on the roof, a garage with an EV charger, and also a backyard big enough for a clothesline, a strip of lawn, a few flower bushes and a modest veranda.

It takes a while before the realtor is willing to drop the 20-year plan and works with you to set up a new one. One that’ll only take four to five years to pay off, leaving the tiny house entirely yours in a fraction of what he originally planned. You’ve never been a big spender and having to live modestly for a few years doesn’t deter you in any way.

It’s a beautiful, sunny day when you can finally move in.

Already having stocked the kitchen cabinets and the fridge, cleaned the windows, and mopped the floors, there’s not much left to do until the moving van arrives. Sitting on the sidewalk in front of the house, you decide to wait outside. The movers were supposed to be there around nine o’clock.

It’s already past ten and you’re getting impatient and annoyed and try calming your nerves with a cigarette. You’ve never been a heavy smoker, and since you have a five-year monthly loan to pay back, you’ve decided to cut back on your habit and limit your cigs to no more than five or six a day.

It’s almost eleven when the moving van finally arrives and two men jump out. They haul the heavy furniture inside while you deal with anything else that’s easier to carry or doesn’t weigh as much. They’re obviously in a hurry to get everything done as soon as possible. You’re getting a little worried about how roughly they’re handling the delicate stuff – computer hardware, dishes and all the fragile knick-knacks accumulating in a single household over the years.

Some of the larger boxes are still standing around outside when both men head back to the van. The helper climbs in while the driver comes back after a moment, handing you a clipboard and a pen.

“Could you sign this for us, ma’am?”

“Ma’am? Seriously?” You snort and he gives you the stink eye.

He barely waits long enough for you to finish your signature before snatching the clipboard from your hands, ripping out your copy, and returning to the van.

“Hey! What about the rest of my stuff that’s still sitting in my driveway?”

“Why don’t you ask a neighbor? Bet there’s a few guys around who’d be happy to help you with that.”

His companion leans towards the open driver’s door and points with a thumb back over his shoulder. “The mall’s right there. Buy yourself a dolly or something.”

The driver smacks him over the head and pushes him back so he can get in the vehicle. He slams the door shut and leans out of the open window. “We’re really late for our next tour. We should have been back at the depot more than an hour ago.”

His “bye, see ya” is droned out by the starting engine and then they’re gone. You look after them until they disappear around the corner at the next traffic light.

“Great. That went really well. Ugh.”

You aim an annoyed kick at a pebble next to your shoe and watch it clatter across the street. Not really feeling any better afterwards, you just stand there, arms akimbo, looking from one moving carton to the next. The books are really heavy and so is the kitchenware. You’re not looking forward to drag them inside an inch at a time, sweating and cursing like a potty mouthed sailor. But you have to start somewhere and begin with the lighter things, carrying everything into the living room.

When evening falls, the driveway is empty again and you’ve already unpacked and stowed away most of your belongings, leaving plenty of time for a long, wonderful bubble bath before putting fresh sheets on the bed. And after everything is done for the day, you sit on the edge of the mattress and take a deep breath. The house still smells faintly of new paint and the sealing varnish for the hardwood floor.

Smiling and content, you lie back with a sigh. With a promising job interview the next morning and already a roof over your head, all you have to do is to find Chloe for your life to be perfect… 

The new house is far enough from your childhood home that you’re not constantly reminded of your past. In fact, it’s just the right distance away, so you take the bus first and then start looking around on foot. You can’t afford a car just yet, but that’s next on your bucket list anyway – right after the home loan.

But right now, your biggest concern is finding out if your neighbor and his android still live in your old neighborhood. That, however, is easier planned than done. The city has changed so much that it’s almost impossible for you to get your bearings right away.

With the city planner in one hand and your phone in the other, you keep checking the street map on the small screen, trying to figure out where you are and where you’re supposed to be.

Entire city blocks made room for new schools, parks, playgrounds, parking stations for autonomous taxis and busses and, there’s that giant mall of course as well. That monstrous construction alone must take up at least three by three blocks of space.

It doesn’t take long for you to realize that you have no idea where you are.

“You look lost,” a deep, raspy voice makes you look up from the map and over to whoever spoke to you out of nowhere.

An old man is standing next to you, leaning on a cane. He’s thin but well dressed, and his white hair is windswept and tousled. It’s hard to tell his age, he must be in his seventies or eighties, but his eyes are still sharp and his smile is friendly and approachable.

“Yeah, I haven’t the faintest idea where I am. I grew up here … somewhere, but that was almost twenty years ago and now that I’m back in town…” You shrug.

“Maybe I can help you. I’ve been in Detroit my whole life.”

You tell him where you want to go and he shakes his head. “That place is long gone, I’m afraid. It’s been converted into a parking lot for autonomous cars.”

“You have any idea what happened to the neighbors? Where they went. I was friends with our neighbors’ android. It’s probably a dumb question but…. she was the first android in our neighborhood and I later found out that she was actually the first that was ever build. A prototype, maybe? Anyway. She always wore a dark blue sheath dress and white flats. She was very pretty, with long, blonde hair and striking blue eyes.”

He smiles suddenly. “You knew Chloe?”

“Knew her?” You’re grinning from ear to ear. “We were best friends, she and I. At least that's how it seemed to us at the time. I was just a kid but Chloe was so kind and gentle. It was so easy to befriend her.”

He places both hands on his cane and regards you with a long, curious look, and when he starts talking again, you’re definitely not prepared for what he says next.

“I know Chloe, and her creator, Elijah Kamski.”

“Wait, isn’t that the guy who founded CyberLife?”

“Indeed he is. Amazing how small the world can be sometimes.” He laughs with an amused glint in his eyes. “So you are the tomboy Elijah loved to complain about.”

“What? No! That can’t be. I never bothered the guy. He was always so aloof and impatient, always in a hurry. I rarely saw him, and when I did, he never gave me enough time for a simple ‘hi’ lest alone more.”

The old man laughs at that. “That sounds just like him.”

He tries to smooth his windswept hair before giving up and glancing at the overcast sky. “Looks like rain. Again. I’m Carl.”

You shake his hand and tell him your name in response.

Carl looks around before pointing back the way he came. “Why don’t you walk me back home? I can tell you what I know about Chloe and Elijah if you want.”

“That would be great but I don’t want to intrude on you in any way.”

“Nonsense, my dear. My son and I rarely have visitors and it can be quite lonely for both of us in this big old house.” He leans towards you and says: “Well, Markus is not really my son, he’s an android, but I love him like my own flesh and blood.”

You smile happily and touched by what he said. “That’s wonderful, Carl. I loved Chloe too. That is, until I had to move away.”

His smile begins to fray at the edges and his expression turns serious. “Why? What happened?”

“Anti-android parents.” That is all you say, and his suddenly saddened and understanding look makes you nod again. “Yeah. Exactly.”

Half an hour later, you and Carl enter what is probably the fanciest mansion you’ve ever seen. It’s also the first mansion you’ve ever set foot in.

“I’m back home, Markus!” He hangs his blazer on the coat rack and without further ado, takes your thin jacket as well and puts it on an empty hook right next to a sleeveless vest with an android marker on the back. 

The door on the left opens and a tall, broad-shouldered man approaches Carl with a small smile. “You’re right on time, Carl. Lunch is almost ready.”

Then he turns his attention towards you and regards you with an open, friendly look. A bluish, faint glow on his right temple captures your eye, and it takes you a second to realize that it is the edge of the circular LED every android has embedded into the synthetic skin.

On your way over, you assumed that Carl’s ‘son’ was like all other androids; but Markus is so much more than just a docile machine. You can see intelligence in his eyes and he has already demonstrated that he doesn’t wait around in standby mode until talked to or given an order. He is able to set priorities and to make decisions for himself.

“Hi, my name is Markus.” He takes a step towards you and offers his hand with an engaging smile.

“Hey Markus, nice to meet you. I’m __________.”

You remember from your time with Chloe that she preferred to be treated just like everyone else, without making a fuss about her uniqueness or artificial nature. And so you shake his hand as if he was just another human.

Markus acknowledges your casual reaction with a small nod before turning to Carl. “If you don’t need me right now, I’d like to finish preparing lunch first.”

The old man raises his brows in confusion. “Why are you cooking today? Where’s Martha?”

“She called me from the hospital a while ago. She fell down the stairs and broke her hip.”

“Oh my God. Give her my best next time she calls and tell her I wish her a speedy recovery.”

“I already did.”

Carl pats his android appreciatively on the shoulder and he heads back into the kitchen while the old man leads you into the living room.

He approaches a pair of red leather sofas arranged around a low marble table and sits down on one while you take your seat across from him.

He then points to the closed kitchen doors across the room and asks: “So, what do you think? About Markus.”

“Well…” You make sure to voice your first impression as carefully as possible. “He seems to be nice and friendly, maybe even more so than Chloe. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s a really good listener.”

Carl puts the cane in a small stand next to his seat. “Interesting. Why do you think that he’s probably more approachable than Chloe?”

Shrugging, you say: “It’s just a gut feeling. The way he talks and moves, the way he maintains eye contact so casually… he seems confident and even-tempered. I feel very comfortable in his presence. … You know, I’ve seen so many wooden-faced and blank-eyed androids out there that it’s almost impossible to believe that Markus is one, too. Their technological standards are light years apart. I’m just wondering, why is that so?”

A smile plays around Carl’s lips. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts. “I’ll answer that in a moment but bear with me until I get there. … I met Elijah shortly after he graduated from university. He visited one of my exhibitions and was visibly bored by the attending clientele. He was very young, not even eighteen, and his distaste for human interactions was so obvious that it amused me.

He’s a genius, a prodigy. And his brilliance is only surpassed by his anti-social tendencies. It didn’t surprise me at all that he put all his effort and creativity into creating what he called the “perfect being”.

It took him years before he was able to successfully build the first android, Chloe.”

“Do you know where she is now?”

“Unfortunately not. They moved away, about ten or twelve years ago. I only know that she’s still with him. I’ve heard rumors that they’re still in the Detroit area, but I have no idea where. He’s always been a very private person and it’s no coincidence that he went off the radar one day. He hated the media circus surrounding him, but he knew at the time that he needed the attention – if he wanted his inventions to become widely known.”

“So Chloe was the only android he made himself?” you want to know.

“Not at all. He created – and programmed – at least one other.” Carl nods towards the kitchen. “He made Markus and introduced him to me. I don’t know what he saw in me back then, but Markus wanted to stay with me right away. Unlike most people, I’m not intimidated by an androids true intelligence. So Elijah didn’t dumb him down like all the others.”

“Chloe always seemed to be more evolved than those who came after her. And now I finally know why.” You nod slowly and thoughtfully.

“Elijah expected humans to be afraid of androids, not only for their intelligence but also for their physical strength and how highly adaptable they are. So he had to make sure that his creation would be embraced, and not feared. Markus and Chloe, however, are exactly how Elijah wanted them to be. Fully autonomous, fully self-aware and sentient, able to learn, adapt and evolve on their own. But at the same time they are very peaceful, gentle beings. They would never harm a hair on a human’s head.

Markus is … he’s the son I always wanted but never had. Our blood may be different colors, but I’m sure there’s a part of me in him. I tried to teach him everything I could to prepare him for the world out there; what it means to be human, to appreciate the little things in life and to think outside the box.”

Carl looks over to where Markus is currently busy setting the table before looking up: “Dinner’s ready.”

“It smells delicious. I’m starving.”

The old man stands up and indicates you to follow him. You do so, surprised about seeing two place settings kitty-corner.

“Oh, I, uhh…” you stammer.

“Please, it’s no bother for us and I’d appreciate if you could stay for lunch.” He looks up as the android serves him first. “Thank you, Markus.”

“You’re welcome.” Markus then turns to you, a faint smile still playing around his lips.

He pulls out the chair for you to sit before placing a steaming plate with potatoes, buttered greens and a slice of dark meat in a fragrant red wine sauce in front of you. “You must be hungry. So, dig in and enjoy your meal.”

“Thanks, I will.”

Markus then leaves you alone with Carl; most likely to attend to his duties around the house. But the old man gives you no time to miss the presence of his surrogate son, and with suave charm and clever wit, he leads you into a fascinating discussion over dinner.

Talking with Carl is invigorating and interesting no matter the topic. You really enjoy spending time with him, but you don’t want to impose on his hospitality and say goodbye after dessert. And when he asks you to come over again, you promise to do so.

- a few days later -

The closest place to shop is a small marketplace near Lake St. Clair. And so you set off into town with a list of things to buy.

After combining a leisurely stroll with some window shopping, you finally work through the list in your hand. St. Clair’s Bakery is the last place you go to for a fresh bagel and a raisin bun for brunch. Afterwards, you make your way across the busy plaza, past a hot dog stand and towards the next bus stop. A small group of people have gathered not far from the CyberLife family center. They carry anti-android signs and one of them waves a megaphone about, yelling into it and trying to get the attention of anyone passing by.

Most people don’t seem to care enough to even stop and pay little attention to the protesters. The androids among them go about their business just as well, calm and unperturbed, indifferent about anything but their duties.

You give the group a wide berth to make sure to be left alone. These men and women seem like a very special breed of weirdos, part conspiracy theorists and part android haters.

“Androids are spying on us. They hear everything we say, they record everything we do. And who knows what servers this information will be uploaded to. We won’t let the government intrude on our lives. They have no right to know everything about us, to make us transparent citizens and to know where we are and what we are doing 24/7. Androids violate our right to privacy.”

Shaking your head at the appalling nonsense, you finally reach the bus stop and notice that someone’s already sitting there.

The man is dressed all in black, with a colorful paper bag sitting at his feet. His appearance, especially the sleeveless vest and the short-cropped hair, immediately reminds you of Carl’s android.

When he notices you presence and looks up, you two recognize each other at the same time.

“Hey Markus.” You take a seat next to him.

“Hi, __________.”

Cocking your head curiously, you try to read the imprint on his shopping bag, so he turns it around a bit to make it easier to decipher. “Bellini? What’s that?”

“They sell art supplies. You know where the Detroit Market Theater is?”

“Isn’t that the one that takes up most of the covered passage across the square?” You point in the general direction and he nods.

“Bellini’s right across the street.”

“That little shop with the wooden front?”

“That’s the one, yeah. Carl orders his paints and supplies there. I usually pick them up once a month, but he forgot that he needed another batch of cobalt cerulean blue.”

“That’s … quite a mouthful.”

“It really is,” he puts the bag down again, placing it between his feet this time.

“Ever tried saying that three times in quick succession?”

“No, I haven’t,” Markus starts laughing and it’s so infectious that you join in right away.

His reaction is so natural and spontaneous that you can’t take your eyes off him. The sunlight glitters in his eyes, emphasizing their unique color, and his lips are curled into a lighthearted, wide, chuckling smile.

He finally clears his throat. “Well, I was headed into town today anyway, so I figured I’d stop by Bellini on the way.”

“You must be the first guy ever who likes to go shopping.”

„Not really, no.” He grimaces and you start giggling.

“Anyway. Carl mentioned at breakfast this morning that you work at a grocery store downtown. So I thought I’ll stop by to say hello.”

“Oh! Yes! Please do.” Your obvious excitement makes him smile.

“I already tried but I had no idea what retail chain you work for. So I just went to every discount and grocery store I could find hoping to bump into you, but I had no luck. And with us sitting here at the bus stop together, well... you’re either working the late shift or it’s your day off.”

“It’s my day off.” You collect your thoughts for a moment. “I work at S-Mart. Ummm… You know where the mom-and-pop-corner shop is on Jefferson?”

“Can’t say that I do.”

“S-Mart is between that corner shop and Applebee’s.”

“Ah!” He nods. “Shouldn’t be too difficult to find.”

The autonomous bus arrives and he stands up. “That’s my bus.”

“Yeah, mine too.” You get in after him.

To make it easier to continue the conversation, both of you sit next to each other.

“Oh! Before I forget…” You take out a small, palm-sized notebook and write down your phone number before handing him the lined piece of paper. “Here, maybe you’d like to give me a call.”

“Oh, yes! Thank you.” The android studies your number, LED circling yellow for a second before carefully folding the paper and slipping it into his vest pocket.

“When would you like me to call? Afternoons? Or early evenings?”

“I’m usually home around three-thirty, so how about between four and seven?”

“Okay. Sure.” He regards you with an enchanting smile and your face grows hot.

‘Oh my, he’s so gorgeous,’ Trying to will the blush away, you have to look down and clear your throat.

“My stop is next,” he says.

When you meet his gaze again, you see that he’s still watching you with the same, friendly expression as always, but there’s a warmth in his eyes now that makes you blush all over again. “Mine’s two stations later.”

Hoping that talking will distract you a little from your increasingly flustered state, you find yourself saying: “Your dad wanted me to come over again. Is Saturday okay?”

“Yeah, Saturday is fine. About three?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Lafayette’s coming up, the bus slows, and the android gets up and makes his way over to the nearest exit. You watch him standing there, one hand around the handrail, waiting for the doors to open.

“Bye, __________.”

“Yeah, bye, Markus.” 

He exits the bus and faces the window where you sit and you two wave at each other while he walks up the driveway to the mansion.

When he’s out of sight, you turn back around in your seat, a smile still on your lips. Watching the traffic and the houses passing by, you allow yourself to daydream a little. There are still four working days until Saturday. And if you’re completely honest with yourself, you can’t wait to see him again.

-----

You quickly fell into a pleasant routine, visiting Carl and Markus on the weekends and with the android calling you twice on weekdays.

One Sunday morning, after a cup of coffee and a cigarette, you decide to finally take care of the front yard. The grass is growing quite nicely after watering it daily so far. If it was up to you, you’d let it grow at least another inch or two, until a neighbor had a few choice comments on this and if you plan on growing a jungle. You don’t want her – or anyone else – to complain to HOA, so you unpack the brand new mowing drone and study the handbook closely.

Programming the drone seems to be a piece of cake – at least according to the manual. The reality is quite different though. You expected the mower to do its job while you sit on the porch with a lemonade and keep an eye on the robot every now and then while reminiscing about yesterday’s visit. Instead, you have to keep watching the damn thing like a hawk, remote in hand, and ready to intervene at any given moment.

The backyard is a lot easier for the drone to navigate and you finally have the time to sit back and relax and fully focus on yesterday’s events. And on one event in particular...

Markus accompanied you to the front door as always, but instead of saying goodbye and going back inside, he stayed outside with you. His behavior towards you had gradually changed over the weeks since you started visiting him and Carl.

The two of you definitely got along well right from the beginning and often sought out each other's company. You were spending more and more time together, away from Carl’s studio – still within earshot but out of sight.

So it wasn’t a big surprise that you two started to feel genuine affection for each other.

Eyes began to linger and smiles became softer when the other was around. It didn't take long before you were in a perpetually flustered state around him. And whenever he smiled at you, there was warmth and gentle affection in his eyes now.

And now, he was reluctant to say goodbye and you were just as reluctant to leave. Instead, you two just stood there and looked into each other’s eyes. His features had softened and his pupils were noticeably dilated. Glowing heat twisted your stomach into a hard knot of nervousness and anticipation.

Leaning slightly into him, you ran your fingers tenderly along his cheek, marveling at how soft the stubble was. That had to be an android thing though. If he were human, the dark hair would've been hard and bristly.

But then your mind caught up with what your body was doing. You felt your face getting hot and slowly pulled your hand away, until Markus gently clasped your fingers and stopped your retreat. He pressed a soft kiss onto your palm and heat exploded in your belly, taking your breath away. Slowly letting go of your hand again, he raised your chin slightly and leaned down to you.

The kiss was soft and sweet and over far too quickly. He pulled back just enough to look to and fro between your eyes. You wanted to lose yourself in his gaze. His pupils were fully blown, his features soft with affection.

"I never enjoyed someone's company as much as I enjoy yours." His voice was low, hushed, as if speaking louder would somehow disturb the mood.

"Yeah, I feel the same. I really like you very much," you whispered back.

The android leaned towards you again, and you stood on tiptoe to meet him halfway. He prolonged the kiss this time, caressing your mouth with soft lips and a tenderness that almost had you going weak at the knees. At the same time, he placed both hands on your hips and pulled you into an affectionate hug. You nestled even deeper into his embrace and kissed him back just as tenderly.

“Another one?” He murmured as soon as he parted from your lips.

“Just one?” And with that, you finally took the initiative, wrapped your arms around his neck and gently pulled him down for another kiss.

----

The next time you’re over, Carl is just about to start a new painting while still contemplating the theme and the best color composition. He’s fully absorbed in his preparations and it’s easy to see that he’s too busy to have time to chat. And just then, you feel a light touch on your shoulder and turn around, heart already beating faster. Markus puts a finger to his lips and gestures for you to follow him back into the living room.

As quietly as possible, he closes the heavy curtains that separates Carl’s studio from the rest of the house. “He’s so focused in the early stages of a new project, I’d be surprised if he even noticed your presence.”

“That’s okay. I really don’t mind.”

“Tell me what you like, _________. You play chess?”

“Not really. I enjoy reading though.” You stop in front of a random bookshelf, browsing the titles before moving on to the next one.

Markus sits down at the piano while you start looking around the room.

There’s a lot of expensive furniture and what must be half a dozen of Carl’s painting hanging on the walls and just as many are standing on the floor here and there. There are so many leather-bound books and journals, and oddly enough, there are many kitschy decorations in every nook and cranny.

Coming back to the android, you’re mesmerized by his wonderful play and how peaceful he looks, striking the ivories with calm precision. His long, elegant fingers move so fluidly and his tranquil expression, along with the beautiful music, strikes a cord in you. 

Not wanting to disturb his play or concentration, you approach him quietly and stop right behind him. And, very gently and slowly, you place both hands on his shoulders to let him feel your immediate presence without trying to distract him.

You can’t tell if he’s excellent at multitasking or if he just knows the song he’s playing by heart. Because, without missing a beat, he leans a little back into your touch. And the moment he only has to play with one hand, he uses the other to guide your fingers from his shoulder further down and across his chest.

Suddenly feeling hot all over, you start caressing him with both hands instead, running your palms tenderly over his chest, exploring the firm, artificial musculature. With every slow up and down of your hands, you let your fingers slip a little further under the low neckline and caress the warm, soft skin under his shirt.

When the one-handed part comes up again, he guides your hand once more, raising it to his face this time, leaning his cheek into your palm. As you stand there with a madly beating heart and your eyes closed, you feel him turning his head a little, kissing your palm and then your fingertips before nestling his cheek back into your touch.

The moment is incredibly intimate. You never felt so close to anyone. And now, with your other hand caressing his neck and throat before stroking his chest again, you hear him exhale with something more akin to a moan than a sigh.

The noise fans your emotions to unexpected heights and you realize just how much you desire his closeness. How much you really long for his touch. It’s so easy to picture yourself in a more intimate setting with him; a place where the two of you can be undisturbed and have all the time in the world to make love…

Markus stops playing. The last notes fade away and in the sudden silence, you can hear your heart pounding in your throat. The android tilts his head back to meet your gaze. His pupils are dilated, his soft lips slightly parted. Your attention follows the curve of his neck and how his Addams apple bobs when he swallows.

You’re still stroking his chest and he pulls one of your hands over until it rests directly above his heart. You can feel it beating fast and hard, and the glowing knot that’s sitting like a stone in your stomach suddenly unravels with searing aftershocks.

He breathes your name and rests his head against your bosom, leaning into your half-embrace with closing eyes and a whispered “Yes…”.

As you bend further over him, he gently pulls you down, raising his chin and aiming for your mouth with a little moan.

Kissing upside-down feels a bit awkward and it takes a moment to slot your lips perfectly together. You both begin to explore each other’s mouths with soft kisses, tongues only occasionally nudging against each other.

It’s absolutely quiet, the triple thermopane windows absorb every sound from outside. This draws your attention to the noises you and Markus are making now; the faint, damp smacking whenever your lips part from each other between lightly sucking kisses. Until he finally enters your oral cavity with his tongue, thus changing the pace of your sensual dance to a deepening Frenching. His breathing now changes to low, moaning exhales into your partly open mouth while you start to sigh and groan with growing desire. Both your voices quickly find consensus every time your tongues meet and slide against each other, with you and Markus soon making the same small, aroused noises.

The sudden, sharp impact of a heavy tin can hitting the ground from quite a height makes you both flinch and pull apart as if caught doing something naughty. The magical moment is gone and over.

“God damn it! That was a fresh can!” yells Carl from the other side of the curtain.

You and Markus look at each other, still a little breathless. His aroused expression rapidly changes to disappointment over the distraction and he sighs.

“I’ll better check on him and find out what happened.”

Looking after his retreating form, you quickly follow him into the adjacent room. “Wait, let me help.”

----

Some time later, after helping Markus and Carl clean up the mess, you’re still wiping some stains off the worktable and heavy shelves. The android is nowhere to be seen. You remember him leaving at some point though, his fingers slick with blue paint and with a few stains on shirt and jeans as well.

Carl is still upset over wasting so much paint.

As you toss the last, color stained Kleenex in the bin, he turns to the living room only to hesitate on the doorstep. “If Markus wants to know where I went, tell him I’m going to Bellini to buy new paint. Will you do that for me?”

“Of course, yeah.”

“Much appreciated, my dear. See you later, then.” He pauses and sighs, shaking his head before his lips curl into a wry smile. “Getting old really sucks sometimes, oh well. Guess I learned my lesson for today; that balancing a full can of paint on the edge of a rickety shelf is not a good idea.”

He pulls the curtain close behind him and you can hear his slightly irregular steps and the soft “tock… tock” of his cane as he slowly walks towards the double doors leading to the hallway.

Rubbing your hands together, you feel slightly sticky residue clinging to the skin. Your fingers and the ball of one hand are stained blue and the paint is already drying.

Carl is already gone and the hook that his coat usually hangs on is now empty.

Without trying to touch anything, you make your way upstairs and approach the largest of the three bathrooms in the house. Pushing the door open with your elbow and entering, the sound of water being turned off stops you dead in your tracks.

Markus is just getting out of the shower, dripping wet and wiping water out of his eyes before running both hands over his head. He shakes the accumulated drops off his fingers and reaches for the fluffy bath towel. 

Standing there with a bit of a deer-caught-in-headlights look on your face, you’re promptly in a sweat about barging in so thoughtlessly. Making out with some light ‘over the clothes’ action is definitely not the same caliber as ogling him stark naked.

He begins to towel off, eyes unfocused and with a faint smile playing around his lips, totally lost in seemingly pleasant thoughts. Beet red in the face, you’re about to back out of the bathroom again. And then his attention shifts to your slight movement at the edge of his field of vision. He looks up and your eyes meet, and your face suddenly feels as if it’s on fire.

„Sorry, I didn’t want to… I mean…“ Realizing that you’re babbling, you snap your mouth shut again.

„You’re not intruding. Come in.” He’s definitely not embarrassed by your unexpected presence or the fact that you just saw him naked.

“I, uhhh, I just…,” you stammer and show him your paint-stained hands.

“Go on. You know where the sink is.” There’s a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Right.” You approach the sink with burning cheeks and vigorously scrub your skin with soap to wash away the sticky paint.

“Where’s Carl? Is he still in his studio?”

“Eh…, no. He left a few minutes ago and told me to let you know that he’s on his way to Bellini, buying new paint.” You turn off the water and reach for the guest towel, but the hook is empty.

A cabinet door opens and closes behind your back. Then you feel a soft nudge against your shoulder and look over to take the offered towel from him.

“Thanks, Markus.”

“Anytime, my dear.”

Busy drying your hands, you suddenly feel him clasping your shoulders. “It’s adorable.”

“I don’t follow.”

“You. Blushing. It’s really sweet.”

“Well, we only kissed so far and I didn’t want you to think that I had the intention to walk in on you.”

He gives you a soft kiss on the cheek. “I wouldn’t even mind if you did it on purpose.”

In response, you turn to face him and stand with your back to the sink, studying his expression while he holds your gaze with a lopsided smile. “Your reaction was so strong that I didn’t need to scan your vitals to understand just how embarrassed you were.”

“Oh.”

Seconds pass in silence.

“It’s been quite an exciting day, but I never got the chance to look at you properly today…” He takes a step back and studies your appearance.

You’ve left your pumps in the hallway and have been walking around barefoot ever since. It’s just too muggy outside. Wearing only a thin summer dress with spaghetti straps, you’ve also forgone the bra this time. Your nipples tighten and erect the very moment his attention begins to linger on your cleavage and the clearly defined shape of your breasts.

Before you left your home, you spent ages in front of the bedroom mirror, undecided whether or not to wear a bra. You hate the strapless ones and how they always tend to stick to the skin. And the thought of wearing nothing but a thong under the dress for him made you feel bold and sexy. And now, with his eyes roaming so appreciatively over your body, you’re definitely starting to feel the part again.

And when his expression shifts to growing arousal, you push out your chest a little to give him an even better view of your assets. The look in his eyes kindles the still smoldering embers of your own desire quickly back to full flames.

“Wanna continue where we left off, __________? Or you’d like us to do more?”

Heat rushes down your back in a tingling wave. “Definitely more.”

The words have barely left your mouth when he unties the fluffy towel around his waist and lets it fall to the floor. Stepping over the apricot colored pile of fabric, he approaches you stark naked.

Your nipples get so hard that the sensation is almost painful. He is sculpted like an athlete, broad-shouldered and with slim loins, muscular in all the right places but without looking bulky.

“We’ve got at least another forty minutes. That’s more than enough time for us to get creative.” Markus stops right in front of you. He’s so close that you can still smell the warm, spicy notes of an expensive shower gel on his skin.

“Look at me,” he says softly and with a meaningful glance down his body.

Dropping your gaze to his abdomen, he turns a little sideways to make it easier for you to see him in all his glory; the hairless, smooth mons pubis, the massive shaft reaching below the sac, the big, heavy balls.

“Oh my,” you hear yourself sigh.

He brushes your temple with a gentle kiss. His member is already stretching and filling.

“Yes, look at me, __________,” he whispers next to your ear and you get the feeling that he’s really enjoying your gaze on his naked body.

His slightly parted lips move toward your jawline and leave a trail of faintly lingering, damp kisses behind. You close your eyes when Markus gently lifts your chin up toward him. Leaning in for the kiss, he slightly nudges the tip of your nose with his own to make you tilt your head more before letting his lips wander lightly over yours.

He keeps exploring your mouth with small, tender kisses and caressing lips; now and then, the tip of his tongue flicks along your upper lip. It doesn’t take long for both of you to be completely enraptured by the deepening kiss. His tongue slides against yours in a slow, sensual dance, only interrupted by your need to catch your breath from time to time before you and Markus continue right where you left off.

And this time, he takes your hand and guides it across his chest, letting you explore his body on your own leisure. His mouth leaves yours only to let his lips travel down your throat and along your collarbone. His fingertips slip under a thin strap of your dress and slowly slide it over your shoulder. You place his hand on your breast and moan quietly when he frees your tit from the clinging dress with a gentle push. Looking down, you watch him running his thumb back and forth over the sensitive, hard nipple – only to see him bend down and enclose the rigid bud with parting lips. He sucks lightly and then runs his wet tongue around the aroused tip.

Sudden, intense lust makes your pussy clench almost painfully. He straightens up after a moment and you rest your glowing cheek against his chest, breathing hard and so aroused you’re almost panting. You pull the other strap over your shoulder, wiggle out of the dress and kick it away impatiently. Naked except for the thong, you lean right back against his body.

“Tell me what you want now,” he’s panting a little as well. “My fingers? You want me to play with your pussy? Or should I rather use my mouth on you? Licking your clit until you come?”

A movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. His fully erect member points straight up in a proud, rigid arc. The foreskin has already pulled back behind the glans.

You close your hand around the hot, silky shaft and Markus places his hand on yours, wrapping his fingers around your fist. You moan quietly when he starts moving your hand up and down.

Both of you look down his body and instinctively give each other more room to play and explore.

“Show me how you like it.”

“Here, move your hand all the way up and down.” He guides your small hand in long, gentle strokes from tip to root, pausing slightly each time he pulls the foreskin down, fully exposing his manhood and stretching the skin taut before moving your grip back up again.

He let’s go of your hand after a few more strokes and you continue on your own.

“Don’t tighten your grip too much. Be gentle, __________.”

“Like … this?” Keeping your touch slightly loose, you keep stroking his length, and your flaming crotch starts pulsing in tandem with his cock.

“Ohhh, yes.” A soft, almost quivering inhale. “Go on, that feels good.”

The look on his face takes your breath away. He stands with his eyes closed and lips parted, exhaling shakily and moaning softly whenever your touch feels particularly good.

His breathy “ohhhs” and “mmmhhhs” are incredibly arousing. Your juices are already soaking through your underwear, forming a dark fast-growing patch of wet fabric.

“Markus, help me with this.” With your free hand and fingers trembling with excitement, you fumble with the edge of the soaked, narrow crotch. “Just … push it aside or something,” you pant.

He pulls the triangle of fabric aside until it rests along your groin. Markus moans at the sight of your exposed abdomen; the bald, smooth pussy, the labia visibly swollen and already gaping. A string of clear juices sticks to your leg while your crotch is already slick with the wet sheen of your lust.

“Play with me, Markus,” you urge him, panting aloud. “Lemme feel your fingers in my slit, play with the folds, spread them, pull on them, shove your fingers into my hole or rub my clit … just … do something.”

You groan in relief when you feel the touch of his slightly trembling fingers between your legs, how they’re sliding a little clumsily back and forth over your labia before he spreads you open with thumb and forefinger to get a close look at your wet, puffy sex. Only to start stroking back and forth in your slit. The angle of his arm is a little awkward and he’s too aroused and way too excited to actually find your clitoris with every stroke. But that doesn’t matter, just feeling him caressing your pussy is more than enough stimulation to make you cum.

His cock in your still pumping hand is incredibly big now, rock-hard and hot, the glans is dark red and plump, the drenched, gaping slit glitters with his pre-come. Groans and little gasps are flowing from his parted lips and mingle with the wet smacking and squelching of his fingers in your overflowing slit. Warm, slippery drops run down the inside of your leg. You can smell your arousal and he certainly can too.

A faint, tickling sensation of something thin and almost oily trickles over your stroking hand. You drop your gaze and see a thin rivulet of pre-cum dripping from the swollen cockhead, slicking your grip. You’ll need to take your other hand as well to pull the foreskin back before sliding your slippery fingers up and down the fully exposed length.

Markus starts panting louder and louder, exhaling in moaning breaths, accompanied by the obscenely wet, slick noises of his still dripping manhood in your pumping hand. You can feel him pulsing between your stroking fingers, just a little at first but now stronger and in faster intervals.

He’s getting close and starts guiding your hand again, moving it up and down right along the head with shorter, faster strokes before letting go. Markus sighs your name, his voice closer to a moan than anything else. His other hand suddenly stills between your legs. He penetrates you with two fingers, shoving them all the way into your cunt. His pelvis begins to arch forward and slightly upward, pushing his cock further into your pumping grasp.

His hips are starting to jerk with halting thrusts. His cock is massive, so very thick and heavy, swollen to full size and pushing your grip apart until your fingertips are no longer touching around his girth. A squirt of pre-cum slaps hot and watery over your forearm and drips from your wrist.

Markus is panting, harsh and loud, drowning out your highly aroused whimpers.

“Go on. … Go on…”

You want to see him come and join in his ecstatic gasps.

Just a little more…

"Markus! __________!" Carl's voice echoes through the quiet house and can be easily heard through the still open bathroom door.

You both flinch and practically freeze mid-movement, staring at each other in a mixture of shock and utter disbelief.

The glassy, unfocused sheen in his eyes melts away, he blinks, still so horny but the mood is gone. He groans in frustration and gently pulls his fingers out of your vagina.

His erection is still pointing up but it’s not as flushed, full and rigid anymore.

You take off the soaked thong and frantically look around the bathroom.

“The hamper’s right there,” Markus points to the niche between shower and bathtub.

“Thanks. I need to borrow some of your slips or boxers and I really hope it won’t show under the dress. Maybe I better take a quick shower first and… where are you going?”

“Grabbing some shorts for you and then I’m getting dressed.”

“Markus, wait!”

He stops on his way to the door. “Yeah?”

“Your hands.” You pretend to smell your fingers. “That smell is very distinctive.”

“Oh! Right. Thanks.” He makes a beeline back to the sink while you hop in the shower.

“I’ll try to hurry but you’re probably dressed and faster downstairs than me. Maybe we can find a moment to sneak away for a bit later cuz I’ve got an idea about how we can still make the most of, um… our …interrupted creativity here.”

“Like to share any clues about what you have in mind?”

“Nope.” You smirk.

He chuckles before calling towards the open bathroom door. “Just a moment, dad. I’ll be right down.”

After the afternoon coffee you finally have the opportunity to take Markus aside as soon as he enters the kitchen. You quickly explain to him what you intend to do later. And just as you hoped, the android is excited about what you have in mind. Both of you exchange a few ideas for some nice, relaxed late-night activities of sensual pleasure and self-gratification; involving a hot bath, sex toys to taste and, most importantly, time.

The only downside is that you’ll only be together in mind, not physically, but you’re both determined not to let that detail spoil your enjoyment in any way.

Later that evening, you’ve just taken your leave when Carl approaches the android and hands him a phone. He looks at the device in his hand with a slightly confused frown. “I don’t understand, Carl. A phone is already integrated into my hardware.”

“I know. But it’s not the same.”

Markus’ frown now changes from confused to curious, but it’s still a frown. So Carl sits down and the android does the same opposite of him.

“Did you tell her? How you feel about her?”

“Uhhh… no. Not yet.” It’s probably the first time he’s heard a slight tremor and a hint of uncertainty in Markus’ voice.

“Love is indeed a curious and a very powerful thing. Men fought and started wars for love. It’s scary and exhilarating at the same time. It turns us inside out, making us feel like we’re walking on air one minute and drowning in a storm of emotions in the next; and even the strongest and fiercest man feels weak at the knees the moment he declares his love.

And no matter how wonderful, how confusing or how terrifying it sometimes feels to be in love, always let her partake at your feelings. It’s important to any loving partner to know how you feel in certain situations, Markus. A tremor in your voice will tell her if you’re trying to hold back laughter or if you’re close to tears.

And the device in your head just can’t do that. It transfers everything you want to say digitally, you don’t even have to use an audible voice. But next time you two want to talk, try the phone. You’ll notice a vast difference in her reactions, you’ll see.” Carl stands up and pats him on the shoulder before taking his cane.

Markus turns in his seat. “Thanks, dad. I really appreciate your advice.”

“You’re good for each other, Markus, I’ve never seen you so happy with anyone. And __________ adores you. … You’ve come so far in such a short time, I could not be prouder of you, son.”

----

The ringing of your phone wakes you in the morning.

“Yeah? Hello?” you mumble groggily.

“Hey sleepyhead, it’s 10 AM. Are you still in bed?”

“Markus, hi.” The sound of the familiar voice on the other end has you wide awake at once.

Sitting up, you smooth out the blanket around your legs. “Yeah, I’m still in bed. What about you?”

“I’m in bed too. I don’t really sleep like humans, but it’s nice to lie down once in a while.”

You try to suppress a hearty yawn and hear a soft laugh.

“Rough night, huh?” Markus chuckles.

“Long night, more like.”

It’s quiet on the other end. Soft noises can be heard in the background. Some rummaging and rustling. The bed’s creaking a little before it’s quiet again.

“What are you doing over there?”

“Undressing,” comes his quiet reply.

“Ohh, nice… and... how much?”

“All of it. Care to join me, __________?”

“I’m still naked. When I was done last night I just pulled up the covers and fell asleep.”

A soft sliding from wood on wood can be heard. Then a hard thump of something dropping to the ground and you hear a murmured “shit”, more bed springs creaking, and then the unmistakable sound of a small container being opened.

It reminds you of a plastic lid being slowly unscrewed from a glass jar.

“How often did you come?” he wants to know.

“I stopped counting after four.”

“Just clitoral orgasms, or did you use a toy too?”

“I came twice fingering myself, the others were G-Spot climaxes. They’re not so intense, but if I stop thrusting at the right moment, I feel very pleasant, rhythmic throbbing. And you? How often have you come?”

“Twice, actually. I was so horny last night that I had to take it very slowly. So I edged myself to a nice, delayed finish.”

“You do that often? Edging, I mean.”

“Sometimes, yeah.”

“And how do you do that? You stop touching yourself when you’re right on the edge or a bit earlier?”

“I stop earlier,” he says. “I stroke myself until the pleasure really builds up. Then I take my hand away and wait for the need to come to ebb away before I continue, slowly and carefully, lest I get past the point of no return.”

“And when you finally want to come? You just start pumping faster?”

“No. I keep going just as slowly, up and down from root to tip, allowing the urge to cum to build up gradually, pulling the skin fully down with each stroke, through the plateau phase and on. I just go on without changing my pace; not even when I reach my climax. To continue the gentle stimulation throughout the orgasm is a very intense and incredibly pleasurable feeling. The peaking pleasure is very strong and long-lasting, with visible contractions.”

A warm dribble of juices slowly leaks from between your labia. It tickles a little and you stick one hand under the covers to rub your folds, soothing the sensation a little.

Your fingers slip into the already soaked slit and slide through the hot, slippery mess drenching your core. “Oh wow…”

“What happened?”

“I’m already pretty wet,” you sigh.

“And I have a hard-on since you took my call. Just hearing your voice is enough to arouse me.”

He’s rustling about and suddenly starts breathing directly into the microphone. As if he now has his phone wedged between cheek and shoulder to be able to use both hands on himself. More rustling, and when he speaks again, his voice sounds farther away and his breathing is no longer so loud over the speaker. It seems like he put the phone right next to his head.

“How do you pleasure yourself, __________? You prefer using your fingers or rather a toy?”

“Well…” You push the bedding away. “I use a toy when I want to take it slow. I have one that simulates oral sex. It’s my favorite, and it makes me cum really hard.”

“Describe it to me.”

“The toy or how I get off with it?”

“Both.” He takes a deep breath. “Describe me both.”

“The toy has an opening on one end, just wide and deep enough for the clit to fit into. It vibrates and also creates an underpressure, as if it’s sucking on my pussy. It takes some time to climax with it though. And just like you, I keep stimulating myself through the orgasmic contractions. When I start, I spread my pussy lips and hold them open so I can see whether or not I’m placing the toy’s opening right over the nub. Holding it only loosely in my hand makes the suction effect so much stronger. Maybe it actually sucks on my clit, dunno. And then I either watch porn or I let my imagination run wild.”

“And what were you thinking about last night, __________?”

“I was thinking about what we did in the bathroom upstairs. I wanted to make you come. Too bad that the timing was so bad though.”

“You always make me come in your imagination?”

“Always, yeah. I time my fantasies with my own climax, so thinking about you coming brings me off too.” You lie down and caress your folds, spreading the leaking juices a little around.

“Are you masturbating yet?” His breathing is noticeably heavier.

“Uh-huh, yeah,” you gasp a little, circling your erect pearl with quickening strokes. “I can’t wait any longer, I have to touch myself. … Join me, Markus. Let’s do it together...”

He rubs his palms together as if warming them. “Wait for me, my dear. … I’m almost ready for you.”

“You know, this is my first time doing phone sex…”

“Yeah, mine too.”

“Tell me what you’re doing right now,” you press the phone closer to your ear and focus on the sound of his voice, the slight breathlessness you can already hear in it.

“Slicking my cock with lube.” Almost sticky sounding, faintly smacking noises can be heard in the background. “It makes the sensations much more intense.”

“And I’m still thinking about your cock,” you sigh. “You were so hard… so … incredibly hard… mmmhhh.”

“Harder than a human’s?”

“Much harder, yes. Like … a steel rod covered in soft, silky skin.”

Both of you are now breathing heavily.

“And there was so much pre-cum. It made me so … so horny, seeing you oozing and leaking like that. It was trickling over my fingers, dripping from my palm, my wrist …. a-and … ohh God! Just thinking about it… it makes me so wet. So incredibly wet!”

“Put your phone next to your pussy, let me hear how wet you are,” he’s panting a little already. Rhythmic smacking and slippery sliding can be heard in the background.

You hold the phone close to your masturbating hand and try to make your fingering sound even slicker and louder than it already is.

A lustful moan comes out of the speaker and you put the phone back to your ear.

“You still have that toy from last night lying around?”

“I do, yeah.” 

 “Fuck yourself with it.” His voice is getting breathless.

“Gimme a moment, I’m lubing it up just now.”

“Tell me when you stick it in.” He’s panting louder and harder.

“I’m gonna … ...g-gonna……. …ahhh yeah… now… N-now. It’s sliding in. Deeper. And ... deeper...”

A sharp inhale. “Imagine that it’s me inside you.” The rhythmic smacking of his stroking hand gains speed.

“Ohhh Gooooddd! Markus… Markus.” You moan shamelessly into the build-in receiver. “Yes! Fuck … me. ... Hah… hah… it feels … so good….”

Both of you groan.

With trembling, clumsy fingers, you switch to loudspeaker, then drop the phone onto the mattress next to your head, pleasuring yourself with the dildo, panting and gasping. You can hear him panting along and the quickening smacking of his pumping fist.

“My legs are… wide open … f-for you… your thrusts are… deep and … powerful… your cock is … s-so … big! I can … hardly b-breathe… with you s-sliding in … and o-out… over … and over… faster… harder… and it feels … so good! It f-feels s-so … good … to have you … inside.”

You push the dildo even faster in and out. The slick squelching mingles with your whimpering moans. “Ahhh G-Goooddd!! Fuck … me... F-fuck …. m-meeee!”

“Yeah… aa-aaahhh yes, … I … fuck you … n-now … my … sweet girl… I fuck you… n-noww… Hard … and … d-deep.” The hectic smacking of his stroking hand turns obscenely loud and really wet.

“A-aaa-aahhhh…. Markus…” you moan.

“I’m … right … on top of you, thrusting into … your hot, slick … c-cunt… we watch ... each other…. Your legs are… around my waist… your arms… around my neck… ...the look … in your eyes … the way you … look at me … n-now… panting loudly … with each … thrust … burying myself … to the hilt … in your cunt…”

„More… don’t stop … don’t stop.” A keening whimper tears from your throat. “I’m … so … close!”

“Me too ... I’ll finish … inside you … now, __________.”

“Yes, aahhh yeah! … Come inside. …. Shoot your load … so deep into my b-belly … that I c-can … taste it … on my tongue!”

Markus begins to moan loudly and uncontrollably. “Aaahhh! Hahh!! … Haahhh! … Yes… Aaahhhyeesss…. I’m … coming. … O Gods! … It … shoots over my … head … a-annnddd …. ahhh! … OhhhGodyeah!!! Mmmmhhh!! Hnnnmmmhh!!”

You moan and whimper his name like a broken record, over and over, joining him in his orgasm only moments later, two fingers on your pulsing clit and the toy buried deep in your clenching cunt, moaning like never before, whimpering and panting.

It takes a while for you both to catch your breath.

“That was incredible,” he sounds relaxed and sated, almost like a purring cat lolling lazily on the bed.

“It really was,” you still gasp a little.

The bed springs start creaking again. “Don’t hang up, __________. I made quite a mess here and just want to clean myself up.”

“Okay. I’ll wait.” You can hear the faint slaps of bare feet on the floor, moving away from the phone.

A door opens and closes.

Silence.

You decide to get up yourself, but unlike Markus, you take the phone to the bathroom and hop in the shower real quick.

On your way back to the bedroom, you can hear him fumbling and rustling about with his own phone. He’s breathing into the microphone for a second before holding it properly.

“I’m back.”

“Nice. Oh, before I forget. Why do you use a real phone instead of the one in your head?” you want to know.

“Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been able to hear me jerking off and I really wanted you to.”

A moment of silence before he continues.

“Even though I still wish we’d had the time to do this yesterday, I really enjoyed us masturbating together,” he finally says, his voice mingling with a faint creaking, as if he’s sitting down on the edge of the mattress.

“Yeah, me too.” You suddenly remember something he said a few days ago. “Your dad, he’s okay? You mentioned on Wednesday that he was doing physiotherapy.”

“He’s doing great, actually. You know, Carl had an accident about fifteen, sixteen years ago that left him in a wheelchair. The doctors always consoled him with the hope of a ‘later’ spinal reconstruction surgery, but that never happened. Either they weren’t competent enough to do that, or they just dangled that ‘prize’ in front of his nose for all these years to keep him content to wait.”

“Well, that’s doctors for you, I guess. I bet they weren’t even ashamed of blatantly lying.”

“I don’t think that was ever the case,” Markus clears his throat.

“But something must’ve happened, or Carl wouldn’t need any therapy.”

“He was really fed up with the doctors stalling at some point. He confronted them about their excuses and threatened to stop his annual donations. He was angry that he had to bribe them with an extra million on top of what he already donates. But they stuck to the deal, to both of our surprise, I have to say.”

“So they had a spine donor?”

“Even better. He had to undergo multiple surgeries to get it all sorted out. The doctors feared he wouldn’t make it as he was in his 70s and had a weak heart. But Carl hang on. Not only did he survive the surgeries without complications, but he also recovered surprisingly quickly. Guess when one’s motivated enough, the body is much more forgiving and willing to undergo stressful procedures.

They first planted microchips and bio-receptors in his brain. Then, his lower spine was replaced with a cybernetic one. They hoped his legs would recover from not being used for more than a decade. However, they had atrophied too much, so they were replaced with cybernetic legs. And a few months ago, they replaced his heart as well.”

“That’s absolutely incredible.”

“He’s still adjusting to the artificial legs hence the therapy sessions and the walking aid. The doctors warned us that he couldn’t just … get out of bed and walk again. He had to develop muscle memory first, or at least the cybernetic version of it. It was a long and arduous progress, but he really did it. I’ve never seen someone so focused and determined to learn to walk again.”

“You must be really proud of your dad and all the progress he’s made…”

“You have no idea, __________.” His voice almost cracks on your name and you have to blink away tears as well.

Both of you remain silent for a moment and then: “Excuse me for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

You can hear Carl in the background: “Markus!”

“Coming, dad!” Markus calls out to him before putting the phone on a hard surface. The parquet floor creaks under his quickly receding steps.

It takes a while before he comes back. And when he takes the phone and starts talking with you, his voice sounds a bit shaken. Alarmed, you stand up. “Markus? You okay? What happened? Is Carl alright?!”

“Yeah, he’s fine.” He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, and when he speaks once more, he sounds more composed and his voice is steady again. “There’s something else you need to know, and there’s really no easy way for me to say.”

Your heart starts pounding with growing concern and a bit of dread. “Okay, tell me. Please.”

“One of the requirements for Carl’s replacement surgeries was for him to travel to Switzerland for a month once a year; for further studies and thorough checkups by Sarif Industries. They’re the market leaders for cybernetics and the brain implants needed to make everything work. Dad’s not the oldest but one of the oldest patients with extensive cybernetic restoration surgeries and with them waving 40 % of the actual costs under the condition that he’s their ‘lab rat’ as he keeps calling it, once a year for as long as he lives.”

You already have an idea why Markus told you that, and your heart grows heavy. “When are you going to Switzerland?”

He just sighs heavily.

“Tell me, please.”

“I was hoping to have more time. Especially now that you have a week off and all. I was so looking forward to spending at least a few days with you; just you and me. Maybe up in the mountains. I still have the brochures on the bedside table. But Carl just told me a few minutes ago. … Today. We’re leaving today.” He sounds dejected and sad.

You close your eyes. Being separated for four whole weeks sounds like a small catastrophe.

“I really hate this stupid arrangement sometimes. These annual appointments never occur at predictable intervals. Sometimes, it’s a month earlier than last year and then again they’re a month later.” He sounds as miserable as you feel.

Trying to blink tears away and failing, you hear yourself whisper: “Will you have time to stop by and say goodbye?”

“I wouldn’t even think about leaving without taking you in my arms one more time.”

Wiping at the now freely flowing tears, you breathe shakily into the microphone. “And when?”

“As soon as I’ve finished packing and we’re ready to go. Maybe in two hours, or so.” His breathing is getting unsteady as well. “I…” his voice starts trembling a little. “I wanted to tell you tonight. I had everything prepared, you know. Cooking a nice dinner for you, maybe some quiet music in the background. Candles.”

“I would’ve loved that, Markus. That’s sounds so romantic.”

“Yeah.”

“And what is it that you wanted to tell me over dinner tonight?”

“I want to tell you for quite some time already. Practically every time we’ve been together lately. But the moment never seemed right, or we weren’t alone...” He takes a deep, slightly shaky breath. “It doesn’t feel right over phone though. This is something that should be done face to face. It’s too personal and I really want to look you in the eyes when I say it.”

----

Torn between wanting him to come over as soon as possible and dreading his visit at the same time, you really can’t make up your mind. You’ll probably have only a few minutes together before he leaves for the airport. You long for him to take you in his arms again, but you really don’t want him to go afterwards – even though there’s no way for the two of you around it.

Instead, you try not to think too much about his impending leave. You don’t want to make it any harder for him to say goodbye than it already has to be. And tearing up and crying in front of him would make him feel really miserable and you don’t want that.

Every time a vehicle slows down in front of your house, you pull the curtain aside and look out the window. But so far, only two cars have used the turning bay to get back the way they came.

But then, the next car that pulls up actually stops. It’s one of the autonomous taxis and your heart starts pounding like crazy when Markus gets out and opens the picket fence door leading to your entrance.

You jump off the sofa, open the front door and run towards him. All your resolutions are out the window now and you really don’t care. He pulls you into his arms, holding you tight. You hug him back and now your eyes are stinging with unshed tears, but you try to pull yourself together.

However, the moment Markus pulls back a little and meets your gaze, you can see a suspiciously wet sheen in his eyes as well. And that is more than you can handle right now.

Tears promptly well up and run down your cheeks. You pull him into a fierce, tight embrace and try to keep your voice steady. “I don’t want you to go. I know you promised Carl and you will, but… I really don’t want you to.”

“I don’t wanna leave either.”

“I love you, Markus.” You try stifling a sob but fail miserably. “I love you so much…”

“I love you just as much, my sweet little girl.” His half-choked reply sounds just as wet as yours.

Parting a little again, you see the wet trails on his cheeks, the clear drop clinging to his upper lip before falling down and landing on your chin. Pulling him down by his lapels, you pepper his soft lips and damp cheeks with tender kisses.

He returns your kisses and hugs you one last time before reluctantly pulling away for good. His mien twists into a shaky grimace as he tries to smile through his tears while slowly backing towards the taxi, wanting to imprint your image for as long as possible.

“Call me when you have time, ok?” You dab your eyes and blow your runny nose.

“I call as often as I can. I promise.”

----

The four weeks go by at a glacier’s pace. Work barely provides enough distraction to blow the cobwebs away. The only highlights you look forward to are Markus’ calls two or tree times the week.

You miss him very much and whenever you hear his voice you long for his presence. When you were younger, you once overheard a girl talking to her boyfriend on the phone. You found her behavior at that time embarrassing and bordering on eye-rolling sappy as she addressed her beloved by affectionate names, sighed heavily and kept telling him how much she missed him and how she couldn’t wait until he was back with her.

Now, however, you understand how deeply that girl must’ve been in love with her boyfriend. Because you catch yourself doing just the same when Markus is on the phone. You keep telling him how much you love him and that you can’t wait for him to come back, all the while calling him by every affectionate name in the book. Your beloved android does exactly the same and bemoans that he can’t be with you and that he loves you so much, calling you “my sweet girl” and “my love”.

It always takes at least a few minutes at the beginning of each call before you both gradually move into a regular conversation. You always ask him how he and Carl are doing and what has happened since his last call. However, Markus can’t tell you much anyway. His dad is away to appointments and tests at regular intervals. He always returns tired but otherwise unaffected by what the institute is doing or testing, and that’s the only reason for Markus to approve any further experiments and consultations.

The android has no idea what’s really going on and why Sarif Industries is so insistent on conducting the annual check-ups. You suspect that it wouldn’t change anything if Carl’s surrogate son complained or even insisted on terminating their agreement. Androids have no say in Europe. They’re not even recognized as a people there. They’re merely advanced machines in the eyes of the law.

And only with the help of Carl’s money greasing the right palms is it possible for him to have Markus accompany him on his annual trips.

This not only bothers you, it makes you anxious. Sarif Industries was once a competitor to CyberLife. But with the US-market’s interest shifting from simple Cybernetics to AI research and android construction, Sarif Industries relocated to Europe instead. AI research never received much attention in the EU, while “simple” cybernetics boomed.

They don’t seem to have any interest in androids at all, but you still worry that they’ll change their mind about Markus when it’s time for Carl and his son to return to the States; and that the lab would suddenly insist on keeping him for ‘studies’.

Not surprisingly, you’re immensely relieved when your boyfriend calls you in the middle of the night, three days before they’re expected to return to Detroit. Just to tell you that they’re about to board the plane. Markus will then tell you the flight number and their estimated arrival at Metro Airport. You’re both over the moon and you’re wide awake at once and can’t wait to make plans for the day ahead…

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You arrive at the airport around 4 PM and make your way to the arrival/departure tables. Swiss Air is scheduled to arrive at 4:19 PM. You wait for the flight number column to change from “on time” to “landed” before taking a seat closer to the exit where it’s easier to look out for them. Despite being so excited you really hope it won’t take Carl and Markus hours to go through the bureaucratic machinery.

And then, about two hours later, you see them walking through the last gate. Your heart starts beating like crazy and you jump up as if your seat is on fire. Although Carl walks next to his son, you have only eyes for Markus.

Waving around, calling his name and so happy you’re on the verge of tears you see him immediately turn towards you. His face lights up with such a beautiful smile that you can’t hold back any longer and your approach becomes a full run.

He lets go of the carry-on and takes a step in your direction while opening his arms to embrace you. Squealing with happy laughter, you practically jump into his arms. Your legs wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck. He hugs you so tightly as if he never wants to let you go again. Both of you are laughing and kissing before the two of you start talking at the same time, only to laugh and kiss again.

“Markus. God, I missed you so, so much.” You say when he sets you down and your feet finally touch the ground again.

“I missed you terribly too, my dear,” comes his equally happy reply.

He pulls you into his arms once more and you snuggle into him, leaning your glowing cheek against his chest, inhaling his scent with your eyes closed and a soft hum. Looking up to him, you stand on tiptoe for another, much softer, tender kiss this time.

Only then do you realize that Carl is also present. You totally forgot about him and turn to the old man. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry Carl. Welcome home. I’m so glad you guys are back in one piece.”

He laughs deep and raspy and pats your hand. “No worries, my dear. I was young once too and just as head over heels in love. More than once, actually.”

“I rented a car for today so I can pick you guys up and drive you home.”

“Thank you, __________, but you really needn’t have bothered. Besides, I already called a cab and I hate letting it wait outside for nothing. So, why don’t you and Markus take the car?” he says with a twinkle in his eyes.

Grateful for his laid-back attitude, you kiss him on the cheek and he chuckles again.

“My boy’s finally growing up,” Carl sighs with an approving look between you and his android and your still entwined fingers. “And I really couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend for him. Now go, you two. See you on Saturday, as always, __________?”

“Most certainly,” you nod before taking your leave with Markus, waving at his dad one last time before turning towards the exit with your boyfriend.

The car is really small. It was the cheapest model the rental company had available, and even that will drain your wallet quite heavily. But after not seeing each other for so long, you couldn’t wait to finally be alone with him.

Starting the engine, you set off a little spicier than intended.

“Ooops, sorry.” You blurt out over the cavalier start. “It’s been a while.”

“Never mind, let’s just go to your place. I really can’t wait any longer.” He lifts his pelvis a bit to adjust the bulging crotch of his jeans.

You have to pay attention to the traffic and can only glimpse at him. He sits with his legs spread, palming his erection, and that makes you so wet at once that it stings a little between your legs.

“Whoa, cowboy. Hold your horses. Stop distracting me or we’ll end up in the hospital instead of my bed.”

He takes his stroking hand so quickly away that it makes you laugh.

The drive from the airport takes about forty minutes, but with Markus sitting next to you, time seems to pass somehow differently this time. Leaving the Interstate and entering the city, you just can’t stop smiling and talking animatedly. Torn between happiness and longing, you decide to focus on being happy right now; everything else will have to wait until you’re finally back at your house.

You look at him at every red light on the way. Markus couldn’t take his eyes off you since both of you got in the car. He looks happy, and there’s also a deep, desirous shimmer in his eyes that makes your heart flutter with love and yearning alike.

The railroad crossing is the last stop, about three blocks down the street where you live. And as always, the gate is down, red lights flashing. You both take the moment to look at each other again. And this time, he leans closer to you and captures your lips in a tender kiss that makes you moan into his mouth. The noise is completely drowned out by the honking train rushing by, before the starting traffic forces you two apart again.

The last part of the way takes only a few minutes, and when you finally turn onto your street, you’re getting more excited by the second. As you keep looking at him, you almost drive past the house and onto the sidewalk.

Hitting the brakes, you don’t bother reversing into the driveway. At the moment, you have neither the patience nor the focus to maneuver in front of the garage. Instead, you fumble with the seat belt and lock the car before walking around the trunk with slightly wobbly knees. He’s at your side in two quick steps. Markus takes your hand, entwines his fingers with yours and you approach the front door together. Leaning into him as he hugs you close, your fingers are trembling a little, making it difficult to hit the keyhole on your first tries – until he grabs your hand, steadying your aim.

The door unlocks with a “snap”, swings inwards and he’s the first to cross the doorstep. The android stops for a second to get his bearings before gently pulling you along. 

Standing in front of the bed with him moments later, it almost seems like another dream. You’ve imagined this part of his homecoming more times than you care to count. And you have to look around the room and focus on every detail to really drive home that THIS is not another dream or fantasy. It’s really happening.

His expression shows how much he longs for your touch, how much he needs and desires you. „I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long, it almost feels unreal that it’s really happening tonight.“

„You and me both, Markus.“

He strokes your burning hot cheek with his knuckles and kisses you softly, only to look into your eyes and kiss you again. His hands drop onto your butt, kneading and squeezing. You can feel the bulge of his erection brushing against your belly whenever he pulls you slightly forward with another kneading caress.

His tongue runs along your upper lip before sliding past your teeth, initiating an open mouthed Frenching. It’s not one of those ridiculously gaping porn kisses, his lips are just wide enough apart to give his sensually playing tongue a little room to maneuver - until the need for air forces you two apart.

„I just can’t count anymore how often I masturbated the last month alone, imagining us in bed together; I want to taste you. Feel you. Make you come with my fingers, my tongue...”

Markus pulls your shirt up and over your head, cupping your exposed breasts and you lean back slightly as he bends down. The tip of his tongue circles your nipple in turns, and lustful sparks shoot down your back like electric currants.

„Gods, my love. I’m no longer thinking straight. You have to set the pace tonight. I want you so much, … make love to me.“ Caressing his neck and shoulders with restless hands, you can no longer keep your quickening breathing in check.

His lips are closed around the areola and he sucks strong enough for you to feel an incredibly pleasurable tingling that shoots like lightning through the nipple until the fine hairs on your arms stand on end in a mixture of goosebumps and intensely spiking desire.

The android straightens up when your sighs and slight gasps turn to moans of pleasure. You feel like burning up with desire, and his expression is an exact mirror of your arousal.

“Bed. Now,” you gasp and start fumbling with your clothes.

He practically undresses you with his eyes while stripping quickly and without a single noise. Only the faint whisper of fabric sliding over artificial skin can be heard, the crackling of static when he pulls the shirt over his head.

You have to sit down on the mattress so you won’t stumble in your eagerness to get naked just as fast as he does. He moves towards you, aroused and already leaking. And when he joins you at the bed, your thighs open wide as you pull him closer, panting and ready for him.

Instead of following your lustful invitation, he kneels in front of you, between your legs. His warm, soft hands slide over the insides of your thighs before pushing your knees gently apart, fully exposing your womanhood to his eyes. Only to lean forward again, aiming for your mouth.

Markus is patient and gentle and keeps teasing you with his fingers, caressing your pussy while his tongue moves in the same, tender rhythm in your mouth. He keeps stroking your folds, gently kneading and feeling them. His manhood rests heavily on your hip. He is hard and hot, throbbing and pulsing with need, leaking pre-cum and twitching noticeably every now and then. The tip is already swollen, slick and slippery.

But despite his intense arousal, he keeps pulling your hand gently away whenever you want to touch him.

“This is about you and you alone, __________,” he breathes into your tousled hair and kisses the top of your head before whispering how badly he wants to see you come.

He sits on his haunches, with his knees spread wide for better balance while you sit on the edge of the mattress. He runs both palms slowly up along the inside of your thighs and spreads them further. His thumbs caress your labia until he pulls them apart.

His attention shifts to your crotch and he moans softly. "Look," he sighs. "Look..."

You look down your body. His fingers are still on your womanhood, holding it open and fully exposing your clit. It points away from your body like a tiny finger, swollen, red and hard, glistening with your juices. Markus plants a wet, sucking kiss on your inner thigh before looking you in the eye and gently kissing your sex.

Leaning back a little and resting your weight on outstretched arms behind your back gives him more room for what’s about to happen next.

His tongue opens your slit, wandering slowly up and down before withdrawing again. His fingers shift on your womanhood, now only holding the outer labia open while he alternately sucks lightly on the inner folds before moving on to the outer ones.

You watch him, gasping and sighing with pleasure. His tongue slides up and down in your slit, wiggling and rolling. His mouth then forms a tight seal over your cunt lips, sucking on your juices while his tongue enters your hole before he withdrawes a little from your crotch. He kisses your pussy tenderly before probing your slit again, gently caressing your clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking the sensitive, tiny glans of your pearl lightly before circling the bundle of nerves repeatedly; with gentle pressure and so softly that it makes you whimper.

His erection is pointing straight up, rubbing against his heaving belly and smearing pre-cum all over his skin. You can see every pulse and jerking throb, the trickle of watery drops running down the underside of his member and dripping onto the carpet between his legs.

He sucks and licks and sucks some more, and his tongue starts darting back and forth over your pearl. The sensation is overwhelmingly pleasant. A harsh, surprisingly loud gasp tears from your throat. You have no idea if Markus was just waiting for you to get really turned on, or if he just found the correct rhythm and suction by accident. The stimulus is out of this world intense and incredibly pleasant. It’s just the right amount of pressure and speed.

You start pushing back against his mouth with a moan. His attention never left your face. His eyes are almost black with lust, his nostrils are flaring hectically with harsh, gasping breaths. You hold his gaze, your cheeks are hot and red with intense arousal, your mouth is slack and open, you’re panting loudly.

He’s driving you mercilessly towards an orgasm.

You’re so close already, it only needs a nudge for you to come. And Markus gladly provides that nudge. Suddenly, he flattens his tongue, making it soft and pliable and runs it repeatedly around your clit, slowly and very gently. He circles the bundle of nerves with a saliva-slick caress that gets only gradually faster and stronger again, and you topple over the edge so quickly you can’t even announce your peak anymore.

You start panting hectically, only to suck in one last, deep breath before your body goes rigid, toes curling. Your senses are overwhelmed by the unexpected strength of your orgasm, your eyes roll back and you moan, deep, uninhibited and full of lust, drowning out his excited grunts.

He stimulates you through your climax, prolonging the intense pleasure until you have to slide your fingers between his still licking tongue and your soaked pussy. He pulls only hesitantly back, panting and gasping, kissing the inside of your trembling thigh.

Markus straightens up and joins you on the bed. You lean into his body, still breathing hard, and readily spread your legs when he moves on top.

He took the edge off, but you’re still horny. It’s a different kind of lust though. Not as sharp and demanding, but still strong enough to make you restless. You moan in anticipation when his erection parts your gaping folds.

„Ohhh yeah, go on.“

„Say it. Say that you want me...“ He’s panting with need, sliding his manhood up and down between your labia.

Raising your legs, you grab the backs of your knees with both hands, offering yourself shamelessly and wantonly. „I want you, Markus. Stick it in.”

You moan when the glans pushes against your entrance and slowly begins to slide inside, giving you time to get used to his size. He clearly feels how tight you still are even after the orgasm.

Markus enters you just an inch at a time. The urge in your loins becomes almost unbearable. Whimpering and moaning, you concentrate on the feeling of him filling you more and more, thick and long, and incredibly hard – until he finally bottoms out, with the glans pressing against your cervix and his pelvis flush against yours.

You hear yourself moaning, your voice is thick with lust, breathless and quivering.

The first, slow thrusts makes you gasp out loud. He’s so big inside you that your entrance is as tight as a vise around his member. Markus looks you in the eye while gently pumping his loins.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No. Go on.” Your gasping lips are trembling.

Resting his weight on outstretched arms and bent knees, he bottoms out with every careful thrust and roll of his loins before pulling almost all the way out. He pauses after each stoke before sliding deep into your core again.

With both legs now around his waist, you’ll feel his butt nudging your heels every time he pulls back out. In. And out again. Panting and breathless, you look over to the wardrobe mirror and see him arching his back every time he moves forward between your legs, moaning with every deep thrust. And then you notice the way how he looks down at you...

“A-aahhh… God, Markus,” you groan and look directly at him again.

His expression is a mix of passion and tenderness, of lust and love. His gaze is dark and deep as he holds yours. He watches you constantly while moving on top of you, aroused by the lust in your eyes, the way how you watch him back.

“You’re so … beautiful … in your lust. So … incredibly … beautiful… to see you … like this… to feel you… so deep inside… with every thrust…” you whimper breathlessly.

He stops and rolls his loins. Since you’re both smooth and hairless, you can feel him moving so clearly between your labia. How his thick shaft slides back and forth, how his pubic mound presses against your swollen, sensitive folds, the skin slick with sweat and your combined juices.

He enters you so deep that you want to weep with pleasure. Getting restless, you run your hands over his shoulders, up and down his arms and then over his muscular chest. His nipples are stiff against your fingertips. You stroke both thumbs over the rigid little tips before your hands move back up.

Embracing him around the neck, you arch slightly off the mattress and your lips aim for his heavily panting mouth. Markus stills inside you and leans down to you. Your lips meet in a breathless, sucking kiss and part again with a wet smack.

He enters you faster now, thrusts harder. You’re both panting hectically, your voices mingling in uninhibited, loud gasping and groaning.

“Ahhh yeah. Fuck! Fuck me … hard!” You cling to his upper arms and arch into his thrusting body.

And he rams his cock into your pussy like he’s going to impale you with it.

“Aa-aaahhh!!! Yes! Yes!!” Your face twists into a lustful grimace.

Your legs open wide, heels sliding off his faster bucking loins. You offer yourself shamelessly, thighs spread wide and pelvis arching off the bed. Markus looks down your bodies and watches his slippery cock sliding in and out between your labia.

He moans aloud and starts nailing you with hard, fast thrusts. His features change into a highly aroused grimace. You can see in his eyes how close he already is.

You want him to come and fuck him back just as hard, countering his hectic pounding with the same passion and abandon. He gets so big inside you that it takes your breath away.

The loud slapping of your hectically moving loins becomes erratic in the throes of his rapidly approaching orgasm. He enters you with another two, three deep thrusts and then stills inside. Markus starts to moan and you can feel his cock twitching and pulsing. Joining in his ecstatic groans and deep, drawn out moans, you feel him coming inside, how he fills your core with his artificial semen; cock pumping and spurting in hectic bursts.

Both of you are panting, loud and breathless. Markus slips out of you and a gush of your mixed juices dribbles warmly down your butt, collecting in a small puddle promptly soaking right through the sheets.

He drops onto his back, still breathing hard. He pulls you closer and you snuggle into him. For a while, only both your breathing can be heard and how it returns to normal again. A first, drowsy smile crosses your lips when he begins to caress you tenderly.

“Tired, love?”

“Mm-mmh. That’s the afterglow,” you mumble.

He pulls you closer to his body and you melt into his embrace with a content sigh.

- a few months later -

It your birthday today.

The persistent ringtone of an incoming call prompts you to leave the bathroom at once and run to the kitchen counter as fast as you dare on bare, wet feet. You’re still dripping wet and only loosely wrapped in a bath towel.

Carl’s deep, rasping voice doesn’t quite make it through the water and suds still lodged in your ear, and you quickly switch hands on the phone before sticking a finger in the clogged ear canal. “Huh? Wut? Say that again, please.”

“I said: Happy Birthday, __________. How does it feel to be a year older?”

“The same as I felt yesterday at the same time.”

He laughs. “Just wait a few decades. When you reach my age, each additional year is a gift. But that wasn’t why I called. Are you dressed yet?”

“Not quite, no.”

“Well, then get a move on. *laughs* I want you to come by before work. Because … I have a nice present waiting for you here.”

“Oh my God, Carl. That really wasn’t necessary.”

“On the contrary, my dear. But you’ll see what I mean when you get here.” A short pause follows. “See you in … thirty minutes? Can you make it in this time?”

“Sure. I’ll be right there, Carl.”

You’ve never dried yourself off and dressed so quickly. You’re really curious about Carl’s gift, while also hoping that it’s just something nice and inexpensive, like a bottle of wine or a box of chocolates.

You've come to love Carl like the father you never had but always wanted. That doesn’t mean though that you expect presents from him, let alone expensive ones. You wouldn’t feel comfortable with that and would be faced with quite a dilemma. Not accepting the gift is rude and offering to pay at least half of it seems ungrateful and just as rude.

In fact, you expected him to come up with a lot of possible and even a few impossible things as a birthday present, but the reality surpasses even your wildest dreams.

Standing next to a small, brand new looking car, Carl leans on his signature cane and smiles from ear to ear. Rendered speechless, you look from him to Markus at your side and back to the old man.

“Happy birthday, my love,” the android kisses you softly on the mouth. “Here, I think you’ll need these.” He slips something into your hand and winks at you, smiling broadly. 

You look at the metallic thing between your uncurling fingers.

He had just given you the keys.

“That's…” You run a hand through your hair. “I … I really don’t know what to say. This… this is too much. I can’t possibly accept something so expensive.”

“Nonsense. Of course you can,” says Carl. “I bought the car when I got my legs back but I never used it. It just sits in the garage gathering dust. You’d put it to much better use than I ever would. I’ve gone lazy in my old days and find taxis or a hired driver much more convenient. You are still young, and my old car would give you the independence you need.”

You hug him and kiss his cheek, moved by his generosity and also a little overwhelmed with emotion.

“Thank you so, so much. I love you, dad,” you whisper, voice cracking and on the brink of tears.

He returns your hug with surprising strength, patting your back. “That’s my girl,” he chuckles and you both part.

The ‘dad’ part wasn’t intentional and just slipped out, but you don’t regret calling him that.

Carl’s still smiling. “You really turn a grumpy old fool like me into a sentimental, very happy one.”

Both of you have to wipe your eyes, chuckling, before you turn to Markus and kiss him again.

“Now then, you still have time for a spin around the block before you have to go to work.” Carl points to the driver’s door.

“I…” You look at the car and back at the old man. “Really? Now?”

“Of course”, he laughs. “Go ahead and enjoy your gift.”

When you’re gone, Carl nods in satisfaction until Markus addresses him with a curious expression on his face.

“Why didn’t you tell her you bought her the car?”

“She probably wouldn’t have accepted it, at least not without feeling like she owed me some obligations. She has enough on her plate with that house of hers. And it warms my old heart to see her so happy. Someone as young as she needs to be independent. Besides, it’s just money. I can’t take any of it with me once I’m dead.”

He turns to his android son and looks him in the eye. “Speaking of which… where do you see yourself in a few years? With __________. What will your future look like?”

“Well…” Markus blinks in surprise at Carl’s question and then says: “I want to be with her and I want us to live together one day.”

“Good. It’s never too early to try to stand on your own two feet. So you want to move in with her one day. But why wait a few years? Why not sooner?”

“Carl, I… no. I can’t just leave you yet”, Markus begins to protest.

“Of course you can. I can always hire some help if I really need it. I won’t live forever, Markus. Life only goes one way, no matter how much crap’s thrown at us along the way. Don’t make the same mistakes I did. Follow your heart. You two are very happy together, everyone can see that. Don’t throw that away, and don’t take it for granted. Life won’t always be sunshine and rainbows but a loving, supporting partner makes all the difference.

Besides, you’re going to be only a few blocks away. You’re not moving to the moon.” He chuckles. “You and your girl will always be welcome here.”

- Two years later -

A burning summer sun, white, powdery sand, secluded coves, ancient temples and marble statues, endless beaches and warm, turquoise waters. That’s how you imagine Greece to be. The reality, however, is indescribable. 

The two tiny islands just south of Naxos are what can only be described as a paradise on earth. The twin islands are so small that you and Markus have to take a fishing boat to reach them. There’s not even a jetty. The two of you are dropped off in more or less ankle deep water while the fisherman helps with the carry-on’s and sets them down in the sand.

He gives Markus his satellite phone number and tells him in broken English to call whenever you want to leave the islands. After noticing how much the man is struggling with the foreign language, the android switches to Greek instead; inquiring and asking the old man a few questions. The fisherman laughs and nods, chatting away while you stand nearby and watch your boyfriend speak local language quickly and effortlessly. You wouldn’t even be surprised if he could distinguish between accents and adapt accordingly.

At Carl’s suggestion, Markus deactivated his LED for the duration of your vacation. So you could enjoy your two-week stay without fear of unwanted attention over him being an artificial person.

Waving the departing “water taxi” goodbye, the two of you approach the lone house in the center of the isle.

“Oh my God! Ohmygod, ohmygod!!” With an excited squeal, you rush towards the open window next to the bed and look out. “Look at that, Markus. C’mon. Look. Oh. My. God. This place is so amazing!”

He embraces you from behind and looks outside as well. “Wow.”

“This place is so beautiful.”

“You are beautiful,” he nuzzles his cheek into yours.

Standing there with his arms around your waist, you lean back against his body and turn your face towards him for a soft, tender kiss before resting your head sideways on his chest. “Our very own island.”

“We have to christen the place properly…”

“In bed tonight?”

“In bed, on the sofa, in front of the TV…” he just adds.

“In the shower?”

“Most certainly. At least twice. Or trice.”

You giggle. “At the beach. Mmmh. … I’d love for us to make love under the full moon.”

“Oh, yes, most certainly. And in shallow water. We might even find a secluded cove… or a small waterfall.”

“That would be so romantic…”

Partially turning in his arms, you look up into his face. His eyes shine with emotions, his expression is soft and full of love.

“I love you, Markus,” you whisper.

“And I love you, my dear.”

Your lips meet in a tender kiss before holding each other’s gaze again. He hugs you close and you snuggle up to him.

You stand there, with your eyes closed, taking a deep breath and exhaling with a content hum as he holds you in his arms.

The sound of the sea is almost hypnotic.

“This is going to be a wonderful time for us,” you sigh with your cheek still resting against his chest.

“Of that I have no doubt.”

On your third evening you decide to visit a fishing hamlet in the south of Naxos. After a wonderful walk through the small village, you both sit on the veranda of the only bistro-style restaurant in town.

It’s already getting dark and it is still warm outside. Even the Mediterranean breeze feels like a pleasant caress on your bare arms.

Markus sits across from you at a table for two. To appear human, he had to order something off the menu and eat it. And since you’ve been together for so long, you know by now that he wouldn’t come to harm. He can taste his meal perfectly fine, but his synthetic body is unable to digest anything.

The small restaurant is mainly frequented by locals. The food is excellent and considering the rather late hour of your visit, the place is almost empty save for a small group of hardcore regulars at the other end of the bar.

And so the two of you are still sitting there, enjoying the mild air and the wonderful evening together. The tea light in the small white ceramic boat on your table keeps flickering in the gentle wind. The candlelight is reflected in Markus’ eyes. They shimmer with warmth and an affection so deep that you can’t take your eyes off his face. He smiles at you with slightly flushed cheeks.

“I love you, __________.” He says softly, reaches across the table with one hand to grasp yours and gently squeezes your fingers. “I love you so much.”

You swallow around the lump in your throat. You’re really happy together, but this vacation seems to have amplified both your emotions tenfold. His love and tenderness almost moves you to tears right now. Ever since you arrived in Greece, your stay together had been a perfect dream come true.

You two made love this afternoon, on the rattan bed, between the snow-white sheets and fluffed up pillows. He pleasured you orally and brought you so gently and tenderly to completion that you began to moan loudly halfway through; not even close to your release and already incredibly turned on. You’re never shy about expressing yourself in bed, but this time your response to his oral stimulation was exceptionally strong.

The orgasm hit you so hard that Markus started moaning as he licked you through what were probably the strongest contractions you’ve ever had.

And then, he made love to you in front of the big standing mirror, with both of you watching each other in the reflection. And when you two finally came, with him on top and taking you with deliberate, deep thrusts, the sensations and your mutual feelings were so intense that you cried in his arms afterwards.

Since then, you have been in an exceptionally affectionate mood, constantly blinking back tears of happiness.

And now, you are sitting here with your boyfriend, holding hands at the bistro table, looking into each other’s eyes and you can’t stop smiling at each other. You are so very happy and feel like walking on air. And you can see that Markus feels just the same.

“You’d like to stay longer?”

“No, we can go if you want.”

“Okay, c’mon, then.” You take your leave.

Strolling hand in hand through the streets, you make your way to the nearest beach. He stops on the shore and looks out over the gently rolling waves.

“Are you happy, __________?” Markus puts his arm around your shoulders.

“Very much, yeah.” You lean into his side.

Turning more toward him, you hug him around the waist with both arms as soon as he leans down to you. Markus cups your face for a tender, loving kiss, which you return just as lovingly.

When you returned to Detroit almost three years ago, you never expected your life to take such a spectacular turn. That you not only find another best friend in an android, but this time also a very tender and sensual lover. But Markus means so much more to you. You’ve found your soulmate in him and you only have to look him in the eye to know that he feels the same about you.

End.