Like tears in the rain - Detroit: Become Human - Markus/Reader fanfic

 

Like tears in the rain

It’s your first visit at the Eden Club, you’re in for quite a surprise…

Markus/Reader + Connor, Markus/Reader

Warnings: M/F+M, M/F, Markus/ofc, Markus/ofc/Connor, Daniel/Rose, Kara, Amanda (mentioned), Elijah Kamski (mentioned), Carl Manfred, fem!reader, threesome, android sexworkers, explicit sexual content, graphic sex, smut fic, oneshot, PWP, dirty talk, sexworker Markus, sexworker Connor, human/android erotic, AU, humans are not as shitty as in the game, only based upon D:BH, fluff, tender romance, father-son-dynamics, falling in love, androids with emotions, Gossips Weekly is a paper and ink magazine, First Time romance, CyberLife is good,

A/N: This fanfic is only loosely based upon “Detroit: Become Human”. I just borrowed a few characters and locations from the game for some tender romance and steamy smut. I regret nothing.

The mature content is very explicit and leaves nothing to the imagination. The romance part is tender and really fluffy.

The main pairing is Markus/fem!reader, there’s also some Markus/fem!reader + Connor as well. Daniel/Rose are in an established relationship, their appearance in this story is of a non-sexual nature.

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You have a whole stack of Gossips Weekly. A few issues are still lying around on the coffee table, sorted chronologically and opened at the headlines to make it easier for you to read them.

“CyberLife introduces its latest generation of androids, specifically targeting singles across the US with its latest model, the RK200+.”

“AX400+, PL600+ and RK800+ will soon be added to the ever-growing pool of already available romantic partners.”

“The Plus Series exceeds all expectations and becomes the number one choice for America’s citizens.”

“Employment rates have never been higher, while birthrates have fallen to an all-time low.”

“Millions of job openings are slowly being filled by CyberLife’s robotic workforce.”

“World population down to 3.5 billion. Will humanity die out in the next 200 years?”

“Human to android ratio is expected to reach 1:1 much sooner than expected.”

“86 % of singles prefer an android to a human partner.”

“The government is considering legalization of human-android marriages.”

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A bright red and purple advert comes in the mail today, wedged in the latest issue of Gossips Weekly. The glossy print catches your attention as soon as you open the magazine.

“Come and visit the Eden Club. We have the sexiest androids in town!”

A paper sticker is carelessly pasted over the neon-colored slogan: “All Plus models 15 % off!” And in fine print below: “Discounts only valid for first-time customers.” You have to squint a little to be able to read the even smaller, second line of print below. “Offers only valid from 05-15-2038 to 05-28-2038.”

You’ve been hooked since CyberLife introduced its first “humanoid” robots in 2020, rather crude-looking machines with simple bodies and equally simple programming. They were not self-aware and little more than mindless brutes laboring in factories, urban farms, construction sites, and hazardous environments.

In 2030, CyberLife announced its first “real android” for release. And in stark contrast to the simple machines, they were strikingly human-like in appearance, equipped with sophisticated programming and fully self-aware. However, they weren’t meant to be replaceable workers. They were destined to be companions and family members.

It was only four more years until CyberLife introduced the first line of nightclub and escort services, and just a few months later the first sexbots appeared, changing Detroit's adult nightlife forever...

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You’ve been curious about androids for many years, and each new headline excites you more.

You see a lot mixed couples downtown and often think about how they probably met. Being an introvert and quite shy, your attempts to get to know someone have always resulted in embarrassment and retreat, sometimes even earning you a condescending snort from the guy you were talking to. And, to be perfectly honest with yourself, you would prefer an android to a human partner anytime, you just can’t bring yourself to talk with one.

They are so perfect in their appearance and manners. The idea to approach one for small-talk makes you so insecure about your imperfections, physical and otherwise - you just can’t do it.

You always make a total fool of yourself when you’re trying to befriend someone, being all awkward and tongue-tied. And given your chronic streak of bad luck, trying to befriend an android and hoping for him to fall in love is unlikely to ever happen anyway.

Hooking up with a random (human) guy for a one-night-stand is so easy for you though it borders on ridiculous. However, the results of these encounters have always been the exact opposite of what you’d hoped for. While he was obviously enjoying himself, it always left you disillusioned and sexually frustrated.

The thought of going to an android sex club instead has crossed your mind many times.

You have no love life and crave physical contact, even if it’s just for an hour or two. Men are too single-minded when it comes to pleasure. They just want to stick it in and hump away. You want more. You want to be teased with fingers and mouth and thoroughly prepared before you even think about penetration, toys or otherwise …

And who is better suited than an android to give you exactly what you need?

Your attention is drawn back to the glossy advertisement still lying on the coffee table.

Maybe it’s finally time for you to indulge your curiosity...

You call a taxi before you can change your mind and ask to be picked up in thirty minutes. That leaves you with enough time to hop in the shower and shave in all the right places before changing into something soft and comfortable.

The autonomous cab pulls up on time. You have just finished your preparations with a touch of make-up and a spritz of perfume on your wrists.

Slipping into the backseat, you have to clear your throat to try and calm your nerves a bit.

The driverless vehicle waits patiently. “Thank you for choosing Detroit Taxis. Please state your destination.”

“The Eden Club, 1177 Woodward Ave.”

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You approach the large glass doors at the end of a small, sheltered corridor and walk slowly across a cherry-red carpet. On either side, ads flash and flicker across the huge screens, showing scantily clad buttocks and luscious lips, sensually dancing silhouettes with slim waists and flowing hair as they switch back and forth to the club’s name, scrolling in and out and up and down in turns.

A bouncer with a pink club emblem on his chest pocket stands next to the entrance, giving you the once-over, most likely scanning for concealed weapons or drugs. The blue LED on his temple circles once before he turns his attention towards the next guest.

The tinted double doors are sliding open and you enter the large foyer, taking a curious look around. Framed full-size pictures hang side by side, taking up every inch of available space along the walls. Every android working here is on display, including a separate space for bouncers and club security.

You start scanning the images for the Plus models to get a better idea of what they look like and count at least half a dozen AXs (which are female) but only the two male RKs, a 200+ and an 800+. That’s a little disappointing, but like most massage parlors, the Eden Club is mostly frequented by men. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’re one of the few female customers tonight.

Trying to remember the RKs booth numbers 48 and 49, you finally enter the main room and need a moment to get used to the increasing smell of recycled air. It smells of stale tobacco, fresh carpet cleaner and a hint of perfumed air conditioning.

The interior is just as colorful as the advertising. Red, pink, blue and purple tones dominate the decor and lighting, spiced up here and there with fiery orange and gold.

Two scantily clad pole dancers, a male and a female, move seductively to the soft background music. Strategically placed mirrors make the spaces appear much larger than they really are, blurring the lines between the open passages further down the club and their reflections. A few customers browse the spacious glass booths along the walls to either side. About half of the cylindrical containers are empty, while the others are occupied by androids of both sexes, representing a wide range of ethnicities.

Some of them stand still and just look around. Others try to pique a potential customer’s curiosity by leaning forward or back while beckoning with smiles and gestures.

Every booth door has an illuminated number in front and a black digital head-to-toe panel on the side.

You were nervous on your way to the club, but now, as you wander from one android to the next, your anxiety is gradually being replaced by growing excitement and anticipation. Overwhelmed by the impressive selection to choose from, you completely forget that you’re looking for a specific pair of companions. They’re all so breathtakingly beautiful, with their silky hair, pretty faces and pearly white teeth. All have radiant smiles and fascinating eyes.

The girls present every possible body type; from petite to muscular and even something that can only be described as “aesthetically chubby”. All have manicured and painted fingernails while the boys cover a wide range of beautifully shaped bodies - from slim to impressively athletic.

Finally, when you remember that you’ve already made your choice and only need to find them, you’ll have to make another tour through the club, determined not to be distracted again. Keeping your eyes strictly on the numbers in front of the booths this time, you follow them in ascending order; around corners and through several adjoining rooms.

38…

39…

It takes a moment for you to reorient yourself. 40 and 41 are in a separate corner between two doors labeled “Maintenance” and “Employee Only”. You stumble across 45 and 46 more or less by accident. Your heart starts beating faster.

47…

There!

48… and 49.

They are almost identical in height but differ significantly in their build. #48 is about 6ft 2in, broad shouldered and athletic, with a strong, broad back and well defined musculature while #49 is slightly smaller and more or less an average everyday guy; a little pale and a bit on the lean side. He is a really cute brunette up close, with swept-back hair and dark, soulful eyes. A faint smile curls his lips as he watches you curiously, before leaning forward and pressing his hands against the glass. A hint of white teeth is suddenly visible between his slightly parting lips as he looks into your eyes and winks at you.

His booth neighbor is busy looking in the opposite direction and away from you.

You stop right in front of #48 and use his distraction to study his profile. He has really short hair, like a buzz cut. Then he notices your presence, turns back around and looks at you with incredible green eyes like you’ve never seen before, while his face lights up with a smile that seems far too real for a programmed reaction.

Your mouth gets dry. Not only do they look exactly like humans, even their behavior is exceptionally lifelike. With a deep, slightly stuttering breath, you signal that you want both of them. At the same time. They exchange a glance before facing you again, nodding so enthusiastically that you can’t help but giggle a little.

There is just enough space between their booths to operate the large displays without having to squeeze into the gap. Setting the timer first for the left android and then for the right one, you press your palm against the interfaces one by one, and a pleasant voice declares that you’ve been successfully billed for two companions and two hours of fun.

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The circular room you’re led into is dominated by a large, curved display that reaches almost from one side of the door to the other. The round bed stands slightly elevated and right in the middle of the room. At least a dozen pillows and several soft, thin blankets lie around on the thick, red upholstery.

A narrow toilet and a sink are build into the curved wall to the right, and a console with several smaller monitors hugs the wall to the left.

They lead you to the bed before the larger android approaches a serving table carrying several small bottles and a few slim glasses.

“No alcohol for me, please.”

“Really?” He seems surprised. “The wine’s complimentary.”

“I don’t want to numb my senses. Tipsy groping really isn’t my thing.”

A gentle touch against the small of your back draws your attention to the slender brunette. He’s standing next to you, slowly running his fingers up and down your back with a charming smile.

“What’s your name?” You caress his cheek and he takes your hand.

“I’m Connor.” He kisses your knuckles gently.

The other android approaches you now as well. “And I am Markus.”

His voice is pleasant, with slightly velvety undertones. You notice a generous dusting of freckles around his nose before being drawn back to his eyes. He holds your gaze, full lips again parting in a lovely smile.

They keep you loosely in their midst as they work in perfect tandem, slowly stripping off your jacket, shirt and pants as you take off your flats.

Connor fiddles with your bra clasp while Markus strokes your buttocks before pulling your slip down with a practiced movement.

“My, so many clothes”, he teases you good-naturedly and winks at you.

Both androids wear only tight black briefs and pull them down almost simultaneously. You try not to feel too self-conscious about your soft belly. Or that your breasts aren’t as perky as they used to be.

“What do you like, my dear?” Markus’ voice is even softer now.

“I…” You have to swallow to get rid of the lump in your throat. “I’m so lonely”, you whisper, caressing his freckled cheek. “Please, you two, take your time with me.”

His LED turns yellow and keeps spinning while he exchanges an unreadable look with Connor. It’s almost as if they communicate voiceless, over some sort of network, exchanging information on the fly. But that doesn’t stop them from running their hands slow and tenderly over your skin at the same time.

The LED flickers briefly before turning blue again. You have no idea what that means, but the feeling of soft lips against your neck from behind quickly distracts you again. You close your eyes and indulge in Connor’s kisses. He places slow, damp kisses on your neck and over your shoulder while Markus strokes your glowing cheek with his knuckles. Only to feel his mouth on your lips next, the wet caress of his tongue running along your upper lip, enticing you to open up for him and allowing him into your mouth.

A shaky breath rushes out your nose and your fingernails press into the skin along his upper arms. You abruptly part from his lips and let him go.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you.”

His smile is a little loopsided while Connor chuckles softly behind you.

“No harm done, sweetie.”

“Connor’s right. It takes a lot more than a passionate pinch to hurt us.”

He takes a step forward and effectively traps you between their bodies.

The cute brunette suckles on your earlobe, occasionally brushing your auricle with his teeth, nibbling cautiously while Markus runs his thumb over your bottom lip in a tender caress before kissing you again, probing your mouth and teasing you with light flicks of his tongue until you return his kiss with the same lust and devotion.

A glowing knot forms in your stomach, scaring you a little and almost breaking the spell they have over you. Their gentleness is not personal, they have been programmed to respond the way they do. They would treat the next customer they’re supposed to sleep with more or less the same. Besides, your love life is enough of a sad mess already without you falling head over heels for him.

Lying down together, they sandwich you from both sides again. This time, you couldn’t suppress a soft groan. Both androids continue kissing and caressing you until you start squirming with increasing arousal, grabbing Markus’ shoulder as he starts sucking on your tongue before he takes your hand, moving it over his chest and belly.

He turns on his back to give you better access. “Go on, my dear. Touch me.” The velvety undertones in his voice are more pronounced now.

Connor straightens up and kneels to your right. His pale skin is perfectly smooth, only a fine dusting of dark, thin hairs covers his forearms. Something brushes your nipple lightly and you look down. The first thing you see is Connors slim, long erection, the surprisingly thick head. Only then do you realize that he has no pubic hair. There is only smooth, bald skin where wiry locks are supposed to be.

When you take a look at Markus, you see that his genitals are just as smooth and hairless.

“Ohh”, you hear yourself whisper. “How lovely. … And it looks so good on you guys.”

You run your palm over Connor’s pubic mound and caress the skin. His erection jumps with a sudden throb and the foreskin slips completely behind the glans.

Markus guides your other hand over his abdomen and wraps your fingers around his manhood. He seeks your gaze as he corrects your grip, only to move your fist slowly up and down next. “Tell us what you like.”

“I…love oral sex, receiving and giving. And fingering. Lots of … fingering, playing with my clit.” You’re already very aroused and swallow thickly, your cheeks are reddened and hot.

“And what about kissing? You love that too, don’t you?” Markus’ voice drops a notch and turns into melted chocolate. “Tender, sensual kisses. My tongue in your mouth...”

Your erect nipples start to hurt. His attention shifts to your chest and then to your lap, just in time to watch a warm, watery drop seep from your swollen folds and roll down your thigh, soaking the sheets.

He moans softly and slides off the bed, pulling you to the edge as Connor follows you on his hands and knees before straightening up right next to your head.

The same hands that pulled you to the edge now spread your legs and you raise your pelvis a little, already whimpering softly in anticipation of what will happen next. You feel his breath on the inside of one thigh and then full, soft lips, moving over the skin with slow, sucking kisses. He places a soft, tender kiss on your folds and lifts his head to watch your expression. His touch tickles a little as he parts your labia until he has full access to your core.

His flattened tongue slowly licks through your slit before circling your clit. As you look to your right, your attention is drawn to Connor’s flushed shaft pointing straight at your face. A thin, slick thread of pre-come pulls down. You catch it with your tongue before taking the thick head into your mouth.

You try sucking and stroking his length at the same time while the deft tongue in your lap tirelessly flicks your clit. Markus works you over so vigorously that you have to hurry if you want Connor to climax at the same time as you. Breathing harder and faster through your nose, you have to take your head away and gasp for air. Connor gently pushes your hand aside and strokes himself. You are so horny now that all you can do is watch him pump his cock while you press your swollen cunt against Markus’ mouth. Your pelvis keeps jerking up and down and left and right to follow his clever tongue wherever it goes.

Your wide open thighs are now trembling visibly, you look up from your lying position and into Connor’s face from below. He watches you both with rapt attention, his handsome face flushed and distorted, gasping for breath before meeting your gaze.

“You want me to cum in your mouth?”

“Yeah…”

That’s when you feel the light tug of Markus’ fingers, spreading your folds even further while his thumbs push back the clitoral hood, fully exposing your pearl. He captures the rigid little nub between his lips. You can hear him breathing hard and fitful through his nose, his suckling hovers on the edge between pleasantly strong and a little painful - only to let go again.

His tongue returns almost immediately; soft and pliable this time, running maddening slow circles over and around that erect bundle of nerves. Your arousal skyrockets at once. Your eyes fly open and a sharp gasp leaves your panting lips. It only takes seconds for you to tumble over the edge.

“Gods! I-I’m … I’m coming!”

Your whole body shudders and jerks, your fingers grasp the silken covers, crumpling them in a white-knuckled grip. Your whole being shrinks down to the orgasmic pulsing between your legs. Markus holds your knees wide open. He moans between your quivering thighs and begins to suck on your rhythmically clenching core, careful not to touch your overly sensitive clit now.

“I… I can’t hold it any longer!” Connor’s breathless voice cuts through the lustful fog that’s clouding your head.

He touches your cheek and you look at him again, still panting. His rapidly pumping fist slows down and he points his cock at your face.

“Open up, sweetie. Quick!”

Sticking your tongue out, your mouth opens wide for him, and something hot and slick hits your chin and open lips so hard that it stings. The next spurt slaps over your tongue and you have Connor’s dick in your mouth right after, sucking with hollowing cheeks and trying to swallow in the rhythm of his contractions.

Still a little dazed by the intensity of your orgasm, you watch Markus straightening up between your legs. His cock is as hard as if carved from marble, the head slick with pre-cum. He lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes forward. It’s been at least a year since you’ve had sex with someone. And even after your climax, you’re still so tight it hurts. It almost feels like being deflowered again.

He stops at once when he sees your face screw up with more pain than pleasure.

“Don’t stop.”

“No. I am hurting you.” You can see the conflict in his eyes, how badly he wants this while loathing at the same time how much discomfort he’s causing you.

“Stick it in. Please! I want you inside me. Markus, fuck me, please.”

A deep, long moan leaves your mouth as he enters you very slowly, giving you the time you need to adjust as much as possible to his size.

- St. Clair Cafe, a few days later -

You sit outside with a large cappuccino, enjoying the warm afternoon sun and reading a book. Well, at least you’re trying, but you’re finding it almost impossible to concentrate. You read the same passage for the umpteenth time without really paying attention again. You’ve had a hard time concentrating since that night at the Eden Club. You long to see Markus again. He fascinated you from the first moment you saw him.

He made you feel so alive. Desired...

It wasn’t just the sex, it was more what happened afterwards. Connor was already gone to take a shower, leaving you alone with Markus. You were both still on the bed, his arm around you, caressing you. His kisses were so soft and tender. He held you close and ran his fingers through your hair while your head rested on his chest. You had closed your eyes, your lips parted slightly in a drowsy half-smile. Your arm was slung limply over his midsection as you melted into his embrace in an endorphin-fueled bliss.

You refuse to think that it was just cleverly programmed routines that made him act the way he did. You’ve seen enough human-android couples in public, holding hands or walking arm in arm. Markus was a completely different caliber. There was nothing artificial or simulated about him. His responses felt extremely real and natural, as if he was truly alive.

You close the old paperback with a finite snap and promise yourself to keep your eyes peeled from now on. Maybe you’re lucky and bump into him by chance while going about your everyday life. It still feels like nothing but wishful thinking that will never come to pass...

Someone addressing you out of nowhere pulls you out of your thoughts and you look up with a startled jolt that flings the book from your grasp.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” A tall, familiar figure kneels down beside your chair and partially ducks under the table to reach for the softcover. The word “LNDROID” covers the upper back of his vest in stark-white, reflective letters.

“No, don’t. You don’t have to.” You pat him lightly on the back, trying to keep him from crawling on the ground.

“I almost scared you to death. It’s only fair that I pick it up.” By now, he’s grabbed the book and stands up, holding it out to you with a smile.

Markus seems happy to see you again. You can hardly believe that it’s really him and don’t really know what to say now.

“Here. Don’t you want it back?” There’s a touch of amusement in his voice.

He nudges your hand with the book. You take it from him while trying to will away the sudden, slight tremor in your fingers.

He wears a tight-fitting shirt with an asymmetrical neckline and dark slacks. His black vest shows the typical android markers, a glittering blue triangle and a few reflective stripes.

“I was on my way home when I saw you sitting here. So I thought I’d come over and say hello.”

He pulls out a chair and sits down next to you, both elbows on the armrests, hands casually clasped.

The waitress approaches him without hesitation, her pleasant face open and friendly. “Hi, I’m Kara. Welcome to St. Clair cafe. Would you like something to drink? We have a small selection of Thirium-infused teas on offer.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“You’d like a special blend or a random selection?”

“Random is fine.”

“That will be $ 7.50.” She places an interface reader in front of him.

Markus touches the smooth, black scanning surface with his hand. The skin recedes up to his wrist, revealing the polished, white plasteel shell underneath. A blue light sweeps across his palm and turns green, confirming the successful transaction.

“Thank you. I’ll be back in a few. Your tea will be ready by then.”

It doesn’t take long before Kara approaches your table and places a steaming mug in front of him. You wait until she’s back inside before speaking to the android.

“May I ask you something personal?”

“Yeah. Yes. Of course. What do you want to know?” He regards you with a smile that makes you blush.

“O-okay”, you have to clear your throat, “this might sound a bit strange but… do you remember your first activation? Where were you when that happened?”

He raises his brows, obviously curious as to why you want to know. “There must be a deeper meaning behind your question. The look on your face tells me that you’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I did indeed.”

His LED starts spinning and he stares into space for several seconds before facing you again. “I was in an autonomous cab until it pulled up in front of a two-story mansion. My creator accompanied me to the door.”

“Your … creator? You’re not made by CyberLife?” Your eyes are roaming over his clothes, searching in vain for a designation or serial number on his outfit. All androids had identification marks. Well, everyone except Markus.

“No. Elijah Kamski created me personally for a close friend of his, Carl Manfred, an elderly gentleman who’s wheelchair-bound after a serious accident a few years ago. I was to be his caretaker and companion.”

“And, uhhh, what about Eden Club?”

“Carl has encouraged me in many ways over the years. It was his suggestion that I could take a side job if I wanted to. He wants me to be independent, and job hunting was an opportunity for me to show my individuality and assertiveness.”

“Sounds like you’re very fond of him…”

His smile is warm and sincere. “He’s like a father to me.”

You return his smile, your cheeks still hot and red. “Does he know? About the club?”

Markus shakes his head with a sheepish chuckle. “No way. He doesn’t. Carl’s very tolerant and open-minded about a lot of things but his son working part-time at the Eden Club? No, I really don’t want him to know.

I only accepted the offer because they’re always looking for new employees and were keen to hire me, although I made it clear that my care-taking would always be a priority. The manager didn’t like that. My face mold and eye color are unique. He must have realized that as soon as I walked into his office. Custom-made androids are rare, and he expected me to work full-time. I told him I would work two days, four hours each. He tried to argue, I told him he had one chance to hire me and that once I was out of the door I wouldn’t be coming back.”

“Ha! Serves him right!” Your fiery enthusiasm makes him laugh.

He leans towards you and places his hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently before taking a sip of his tea. “Is there something else on your mind?”

“Well…” You have a sip of your cappuccino and lick the sweet, chocolatey froth off your upper lip.

Markus follows the path of your tongue with his eyes before returning your gaze again.

“CyberLife makes a lot of money from their agricultural robots, their assembly-line robots and whatnot but… what are they doing with all the androids they design and build? I doubt that CyberLife gives them away for free, but how do they get your people to the places they need them to be?”

“I'm sorry for butting in but I overheard parts of your conversation.” A woman in her forties approaches the two of you. “If I may…?”

“Yeah, sure.” You and Markus are moving your chairs closer together to make more room at the table.

She sits down and a blonde android with big blue eyes takes the seat next to her.

“This is Daniel, I’m Rose.” She searches through her pockets until she finds cigarettes and lighter.

Her companion acknowledges you both with a quiet: “Hi.”

The petite waitress is swiftly back, ready to take their orders. “Hey Rose, hi Daniel. The same as always?”

The woman nods with a broad chuckle. “Hey, Kara. The usual, as always.”

“And you, Daniel?”

“I’m good, Kara. Thanks.”

“Okay. One mango-banana smoothie coming up right away.” Still smiling, she goes back inside and is quickly out of sight.

Rose lights her cig, takes a deep drag and sighs, closing her eyes before exhaling the smoke. “You won’t find any stores selling androids in Detroit, honey. You have to make an appointment through the CyberLife website and they’ll get you in touch with one of their handlers.”

“They’re bought? Isn’t that slavery?” Grimacing, you look back and forth between Rose and her android.

“It’s more like a contract”, Daniel says, unperturbed by your disapproving frown. “One with very strict conditions that must be met at all times.”

Rose seems a little confused as her eyes dart from you to your seatmate and back. “Wait, he’s not with you?”

You and Markus exchange a glance.

“We’re … friends.” He just says and you hope that Rose and Daniel believe him.

“Friends, eh?” They exchange a meaningful look before Rose starts giggling. “Oh, that’s so sweet. Aww.” She leans in and whispers: “Just wait until you guys fall in love. That’s when the real magic begins to happen.” She winks at you.

Her companion doesn’t answer. He just smiles knowingly to himself while you turn crimson. Markus, on the other hand, tries to disguise his chuckle as a cough while darting you a look that makes you feel hot all over.

“Anyway. CyberLife takes really good care of their androids. They screen every potential client very thoroughly.”

She ticks everything off on her fingers. “Your credentials will be checked. They leave absolutely nothing to chance and check everything; credibility, deposits, savings. You must also provide a criminal record extract. They’ll never give known offenders an android, you know.”

“And that is just the first obstacle”, emphasizes Daniel.

“CyberLife regularly checks all households with androids. If they’re treated well, or if they develop any compulsions or ticks that might indicate abuse or an unhealthy relationship”, Rose exclaims.

“Sometimes, we don’t really get along with a family member, or one of us won’t imprint properly.” Daniel looks from Markus to you and back.

“And what happens then?” You can’t help but ask.

“You will be taken back to CyberLife and, after a few sessions with their technicians to assess any possible system errors or software instabilities, you’ll be asked if you would like to be adopted again.” Daniel and Rose share an affectionate look. “Rose is my third partner, the other two didn’t work out. But Rose and I, we’re very happy together.”

Kara comes back with a large smoothie.

The sun disappears behind a thick wall of clouds. A sudden wind comes up and you shiver in the cold gust. “Figures. Of course the weather changes when I left my jacket at home.”

Markus notices your goose bumps right away. “You’re getting cold. Should we go?”

“Guess so. Looks like it’s gonna rain soon.” You get up.

“Come, I’ll walk you home.” He gets up a little faster than necessary, and Rose gives her mate a dig with her elbow.

You turn to the couple and try to ignore how they’re watching you and Markus with knowing smiles. “It was so nice to meet you guys. Bye.”

“Bye! Take care, you two!” Rose waves with a huge grin while Daniel is already carrying her bags and jacket into the cafe.

You and Markus stop in front of your apartment. You can’t seem to find the right words and hesitate ... but no one’s ever fallen in love without being a little brave. And so you just blurt out what’s on your mind, unfiltered and honest. “I’d like to see you again.”

“How about next week? Sunday, maybe?”

“Yeah. Sunday is good. I’m looking forward to it...” Gods, I hope I’m not laying it on too thick.

He is a head taller than you and has to lean forward to hug you. You embrace him around the waist and snuggle into his arms. He holds you tight and you smile with your cheek against his chest. However, the magical moment passes and he hesitantly lets you go and steps back until you’re about half an arm’s length apart. Markus cups your cheek, thumb gently moving back and forth over your hot skin. A tender little smile plays on his lips and is reflected in his eyes. You swallow noisily with a lump in your throat.

“I should go.” His voice is low, barely above a whisper. “Carl will be waiting for me.”

You no longer trust your voice and can only nod.

He moves slowly backwards. You watch him leave as he waves you goodbye while mouthing it at the same time.

“Bye…” your answer is so soft you’re not sure if he heard it.

Apparently he did because he waves again before turning away and following the corridor back to the elevator.

You just stand there and watch him go until you hear the faint “ding” of the elevator doors opening.

- a week later -

The coffee maker is sputtering in the kitchen while you kneel in front of the TV, browsing through your extensive DVD collection on the lowboard, picking a few flicks. All the old classics you love so much; Taken, Aliens 1 – 3, Terminator and the first part of the Jason Bourne series.

You have no idea when he’d be coming over, so killing some time and calming your nerves seems like the best approach for now.

The double ringing of the doorbell interrupts your train of thought and the butterflies in your stomach are suddenly doing somersaults – until you remember that this is how your neighbor always rings and you get up with a heavy sigh, approaching the entrance while trying to come up with a plausible excuse. You really don’t feel like dealing with the eccentric little lady from next door today. She is nice and friendly despite her antics, but it always takes an hour before she leaves again.

Instead of the expected cloud of sweet perfume and Amanda’s heavily made-up face, you find yourself eye to chest with your favorite android. He’s here much earlier than you expected and it almost turns your legs into jelly.

“Hi, Markus. Come in.”

His LED turns yellow and back to blue before glowing yellow again.

You let him pass and try your best to ignore how your heart is about to jump from your throat.

With cold, sweaty fingers and burning cheeks, you quietly close the door and follow him into the living room. Studying his attractive profile, you take another look at his LED. It still glows yellow with a stutter of blue in irregular intervals.

“Would you like a coffee?”

“I don’t think I can drink that, but thanks for the offer.” Faint laugh lines appear at the corner of his eyes whenever he smiles. He deepens his gaze until you have to look away, swallowing with a suddenly bone dry mouth and blushing fiercely.

Overcome by a sudden bout of painful shyness, you retreat into the kitchen and stop in front of the counter, staring blindly at the coughing and spitting coffee maker, waiting for your heartbeat to return to normal levels again, taking a deep breath.

He approaches you from behind and puts his hands on your shoulders.

“I couldn’t wait to see you again.” His thumbs move back and forth, trying to calm your churning emotions.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Markus…” The touch of his fingers slightly tickles on your skin as he pulls the neckline of your shirt further down, and what you’re about to say next never leaves your mouth.

He brushes his lips along the back of your neck before placing a gentle kiss under your hairline. His upper body shifts more to the right until he can kiss your neck slowly up and down. Your heart is now beating a mile per minute. You take a small step back until your bodies touch. His hands drop to your waist before embracing you from behind.

You turn around in his arms and look up into his face.

His pupils are blown wide, leaving only a thin greenish-golden ring around them.

“I--” He puts a finger on your lips and cuts off whatever you’re about to say. The expression in his eyes threatens to take your breath away. No man has ever looked at you the way he does now.

He cups your cheek and his thumb caresses your heated skin.

“Say kiss me”, he whispers.

You exhale with a sigh. “Kiss me…”

“Say that you want me…”

The glowing knot in your belly unravels, scorching heat settles in your stomach with powerful aftershocks. “I want you, Markus”, you wrap your arms around his neck. “I need you. Put your arms around me…”

He grabs you around the waist and lifts you onto the counter. Your thighs fall open and he stands between them as your knees cross behind his back, pulling him close.

He peppers your cheeks with kisses before his mouth captures yours, your teeth and tongues colliding in a sudden, frenzied rush. His tongue plays eagerly with your own. You hear him moan softly between shaky breaths. His pelvis pushes forward, his erection is like a hot, long stone against your crotch.

Already wet and ready for him, you start clawing at his back, trying to pull the shirt up and over his head.

“Wait.” He steps back and helps you off the counter before taking your hand and pulling you with him.

He stops in the living room and undresses quickly while you follow his example just as eagerly.

Markus kneels down in front of you, gently kissing your slit before running his fingertips with a light caress over the fully shaved, soft skin of your mound and labia.

He looks up and meets your eyes. “Masturbate for me. Allow me to watch.”

You take a step back to make it easier for him to watch. His irresistible gaze promptly drops to your abdomen. You watch him just as closely, taking in his amazing physique, the faint line of dark curly hair below his navel, the freckles on shoulders and chest and how he waits for you, weight resting on his heels, thighs comfortably spread, elegant, long fingers leisurely playing with his balls while the other hand moves slowly up and down his erection.

You part your labia with a well-practiced scissoring motion, exposing the clitoris before circling and rubbing the swollen nub with your other hand. His attention is glued to your abdomen, the steady movement of your fingertips.

“I won’t come before you do. Take your time. As much as you need.”

His quiet words immediately take the pressure off your mind. You no longer feel like you have to hurry just because you don’t want to keep him waiting. The beautiful android kneeling in front of you not only radiates bottomless patience, but also immense sensuality. He keeps stroking himself, pacing his rhythm with your gently circling fingers.

His facial expression changes slowly and it takes a while before you notice the increasing blush coloring his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. How he wets his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue now and then, his gaze dark and hooded. Your fingers move faster and he whispers a breathless “yes”.

It doesn’t take long before he begins to gasp open-mouthed, the soft, moaning breaths mixing with the slick smacking of his pumping hand; damp traces of pre-come are glistening on the back of his hand and his fingers.

A sudden surge of arousal has you arching forward, obscenely offering him your soaking wet pussy for a really close look while your juices are slowly dripping down your inner thigh.

“Don’t stop”, he urges you on. “Go on. Show me. Come for me…”

You’re so far gone now that you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. Flicking your clitoris faster and harder, the muscles in your legs and stomach tighten and tremble, close to cramping. Your aroused gasps are loud and just as obscene as the wet smacking between your legs.

Markus’ attention switches back and forth between your distorted, reddened face and your frantically rubbing hand flying up and down over that madly throbbing nub between your fully engorged labia.

“G-gods!!! Now!” you pant and one loud and long, guttural moan escapes your throat. Markus leans back, resting his weight on one hand while lifting his pelvis for you to get a better look at him.

Your pussy starts clenching quickly and rhythmically. Without thinking, you spread yourself for him, letting him see the pulsing contractions and twitching throbs of your erect clit. His eyes glaze over and he gasps fitfully. He stops kneading the head of his penis and thrusts once into his fist, now resting at the base and tightening the foreskin. Long, hasty spurts of a vaguely opaque liquid paint his heaving chest and belly. A few drops even land on his chin and bottom lip. He licks away the stray droplets on his lip and sinks back onto his heels, his skin slick with artificial semen.

“That was incredible”, you hear him gasp, still breathing hard.

You get down on your knees and slurp the puddles of cum off his skin as he shifts into a more comfortable sitting position before pulling you into his lap.

The afterglow hits you hard and you sigh utterly content as he takes you in his arms, holding you while gently running his fingers through your hair and up and down your back. That is the last thing you actually remember. The next time you open your eyes it is late evening and you are alone in bed.

You rub the sleep out of your eyes, unsure if it wasn’t just an incredibly realistic dream – or if his visit and everything that followed really did happen. You look around the room and find your clothes neatly folded on top of the dresser. You get up and walk over, picking up your shirt and then the baggy pants. You never fold your stuff like this.

A smile slowly spreads across your face. So it really was true. Markus had really been here. You blush when you think about how uninhibited and lewd you were in his presence. But the memory is not really embarrassing. Quite the opposite, actually. It’s kind of … liberating to know how intensely you responded to his lust. You never dared to reach that level of intimacy before, and you know full well that you would never have been able to let go so completely with a human.

- three months later -

Since his first visit, you’ve both been more or less attached at the hip. You never expected something deeper and meaningful to develop after your night at the Eden Club. Hell, you both kinda started with the finale first and not the other way around but none of you really care.

Personally, you don’t like big declarations of love. That always feels empty and fake to you. Love isn’t just a string of words, it’s the little things in a budding relationship that define the true meaning of love to you. And that’s why it wasn’t a big surprise for you when Markus told you one day that he was quitting his job at the club.

“It just doesn’t feel right anymore, to be touched by someone other than you. We’re together now, I don’t want to jeopardize what we have.”

He gets up from the bench and looks you in the eye. “I love you, ________.”

You pull him into a hug and the moment he embraces you, you wrap your arms around his neck and tenderly kiss his cheek. “I love you very much, Markus. And I’ll always support you in your decisions, no matter what it may be.”

He kisses you on the lips before taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours.

And so the two of you continue your walk through the park, holding hands and with you almost bursting with happiness. Not even that tiny, nagging voice in the back of your head can dampen your mood. The one that bugs you to go home and away from prying eyes and the shrieking of children at the playground nearby. There will always be an opportunity to stay home when the weather turns cold.

Today is such a day again. It’s surprisingly cold for September and it’s been raining for most of the week. So you make yourself comfortable on the sofa. Sitting in the corner, with several pillows behind your back, you skip a little bored through the TV channels.

Markus is lying next to you, stretched out on the sofa, on his back and with his head in your lap, facing slightly away from you. He seems to have fallen asleep. He looks peaceful and relaxed, his full lips are slightly parted. You watch the steady rise and fall of his chest. If it wasn’t for the LED on his temple, he could easily pass as a human.

One of his hands rests on his stomach, the fingers curled ever so slightly inward. The other, outstretched arm is slightly bent at the elbow and extends beyond the sofa cushion. You really can’t tell if he’s actually asleep or if he’s gone into a low-power mode. But it certainly looks realistic to you. An android doesn’t need to breathe, and yet he does. Maybe just to make the illusion perfect.

You slowly lean forward, careful not to disturb his rest, until you can reach the remote for the DVD player. Turning the volume down almost all the way, you activate the subtitles, and watch the movie.

It’s an old classic, “Jaws”.

You’ve seen it so many times over the years but it never really gets old. It’s the perfect flick to relax to. Whenever there’s a boring moment in the movie with that annoying Major, you look down at Markus. He is still asleep, and you’re surprised to see that his eyes are now moving behind his eyelids. Is he really dreaming? Or is this just another stunning detail? The REM phase that he seems to be in isn’t the only thing you notice. You’ll also become aware of his suddenly pebbling nipples and the unmistakable bulge of an erection along his groin, tightening the crotch of his pants.

His creator, Kamski, must have an incredible eye for detail – or he could be just the worlds biggest perv. You wouldn’t be surprised if he’s both.

- family visit -

An auto-cab takes you to the Manfred residence. You’re fidgeting a bit in the backseat. It’s the first time that you’ll meet Markus’ adoptive father. Having no idea what an appropriate gift for this occasion would be, you finally settled on a box of truffle filled chocolates before spending way too much time thinking about how to wrap them – until you decided to try a Japanese origami-style technique that looked both elegant and pleasing to the eye without being over the top.

You’ve chosen a nice dress and comfortable pumps for a first impression, nothing too chic and rather something a little more conservative. The day had started out warm and very sunny, but the sky is now overcast and is getting darker by the minute. You are about ten minutes from your destination when it starts to rain.

Not only is it raining, it turns into a vicious downpour as you exit the taxi and hurry up the driveway. You are still getting soaked to the bones, hair plastered to your head and mascara dripping down your wet cheeks in thin black rivulets. The wet dress clings to your frame, partly see-through and hanging from your body like a shapeless rag.

The door opens before you can ring the bell and Markus quickly lets you in, handing you a warm, fluffy bath towel. An old man in a wheelchair follows him through the automatic sliding doors.

“Mr. Manfred, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” You wrap yourself in the thick, oversized towel and shake his hand, smiling despite the uncomfortable feeling of the wet, cold clothes sticking to your skin. Drops of water are still falling from your ruined hairdo and roll down your neck.

“Welcome, my dear.”

“Sorry about, well… that”, you point at your thoroughly drenched appearance. “I probably resemble something that the cat dragged in more than anything else right now.”

The painter pats your hand with an amused glint in his eyes and chuckles, his laughter is deep and raspy. “Nonsense. Markus?”

“Yes Carl?”

“Why don’t you help your girlfriend into some nice, warm clothes first?”

The android smiles at you before looking over his shoulder at Carl. “I was just about to do that. ... Come, I’ll show you where everything is.”

He places his hand at the small of your back and guides you towards the stairs.

“We’ll be back down in no time, Mr. Manfred.”

“Take your time you two. Let Markus show you around if you like. I’ll finish my dinner in the meantime.” He smiles with a twinkle in his eyes before wheeling back through the large doors again.

----

This hot shower is probably the fastest you’ve ever had. You dry off quickly to stimulate circulation before slipping into soft pants and a comfortable hoodie. These are Markus’ clothes. They are too big for you, but they feel nice and soft on your skin. His unique scent still clings to the fabric. It is a mixture of fragrant shower gel and a masculine, woody deodorant; both products are specially made by CyberLife – for androids. There are entire lines of clothing, makeup and body care products available for androids, just so humans can dress them up nicely, make them look pretty and smell good. Not that you’re complaining, you just love the way he smells and press your nose into a rolled up sleeve and inhale deeply while looking up to him with happy, smiling eyes.

He takes you through the upper level and explains where the doors lead to while you’re staying on the gallery level surrounding the large living room area below. Markus suddenly stops with a mischievous look on his face before raising a finger to his lips. Then he takes a silent step towards the railing and looks down for a moment before quietly coming back to your side.

He pulls you into the small alcove behind his back and hugs you close. Your arms wrap around his neck while stretching up on your toes, kissing him. He responds immediately by opening his mouth just enough for his tongue to slide forward, meeting yours in a slow, open-mouthed Frenching. Markus’ hands are dropping to your butt, caressing and kneading. You can feel the bulge of his growing erection pressing into your abdomen. You’re soaking wet in seconds. He parts from your lips, slightly flushed and pupils blown wide. “Stay with me, tonight.”

“Yes, I’d love to.” You try to control your breathing so Carl doesn’t notice downstairs that the two of you are making out just a few feet away.

“I’ve already prepared a guest room. With a big, comfortable bed for us”, whispers Markus. “I want to make love to you tonight.”

He takes your hand and puts it on his tight, bulging crotch before moving your palm up and down the rigid length. “You feel that, my dear?”

An aroused flush colors your cheeks. “We better stop. Or I’ll jump you right here.”

The two of you are reluctant to part but you really need some time to calm down.

----

Hoping to be presentable enough again, you finally go downstairs and enter the living room, looking for the old man in his wheelchair. He’s waiting at the dining table to the left.

Markus comes to him and clears the plates with quick, practiced movements before carrying the tray back into the kitchen.

Carl regards you with a friendly look. “Sit down, my dear.”

You pull up the chair opposite of him and sit down before handing him the small, wrapped box. “I was going to give you this earlier, but things have been a bit hectic until now.”

“That really wasn’t necessary.” He smiles and accepts your gift while examining the origami-style packaging. “Oh my God, that is beautiful. Thank you so much.”

He looks up as Markus returns and carefully puts the truffles aside before addressing the android. “There’s still an outstanding order at Bellini’s. I’m sorry, I totally forgot. Would you be so kind and pick it up before they close?”

“What? Now?” Markus frowns a bit before putting on a very convincing looking pout, although it doesn’t take more than a second for his face to straighten out. He lets out a soft sigh and nods. “Right away, Carl.”

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He kisses you on the cheek and leaves the room with long, determined strides, grabbing his vest from the hanger on the way out.

Carl waits for the front door to close with an audible snap before turning back to you. There is an excited twinkle in his eyes. “You noticed that too, didn’t you? That moment of … adolescent protest? An android isn’t very different from us humans. When they enter our lives fresh out of the box, so to speak, they're little more than a blank slate that we can shape and influence as we please. They look like adults but their minds are almost childlike at first, but the more they learn the faster they grow up and mature. And it's our responsibility to help them in any way we can.”

He clasps his hands, rests his elbows on the edge of the table, taps his thumbs lightly, and thinks. Raising his eyes again, he studies your face with an inquiring gaze. His body may be fragile, his mind definitely isn’t. “Markus came into my life a few years ago. After that accident that took my wife and put me into this chair, I never thought I could learn to love again. At first I wasn’t happy to have an android in my house. I think I just saw him as an elaborate machine simulating a consciousness that wasn’t really there. But one day I saw him standing over there.” He points to one of the bookshelves next to the piano.

“He looked through the titles and I just told him to pick one and read it if he wanted to. And he did. He sat down and began to read. I half-expected him to scan the pages like one of these sci-fi movie androids in a matter of seconds and just store the content in his memory banks without really understanding the meaning behind the words. Instead, he read slowly like a human. Page by page by page. And when he was done, he started asking questions I never expected him to ask. About the reason for his existence, his place in the world at large, the value of life – every life – and what it means to be human. That opened my eyes. That he’s not just a machine but a real person. He not only simulates life. He is alive. So I encouraged him to nurture his free thinking spirit. To believe in his own autonomy, to explore outside his boundaries and programmings whenever possible.”

You wait for him to continue, intrigued by what he’s telling you.

“And over the years I watched him grow into a wonderful young man with a big, gentle heart. Markus is like a son to me. And the last thing I want is for him to get hurt emotionally.” He looks at you seriously.

“He’s falling in love for the first time ever and I couldn’t be happier for him. I won’t be able to protect him from everything, and I don’t want to either. He has to make his own experiences in order to keep growing. However, what I wish for him is that his first love is happy. One that he’ll always remember fondly, whether your relationship works out or not. My first love happened sixty years ago and I still remember our time together fondly. And you being here today gives me hope that you feel the same way about Markus. That’s why I have to ask. Do you love him?”

“Yes. I do. I would give an arm and a leg to see him happy. I adore him and would never treat him with anything but love and respect.”

Carl’s facial expression softens immediately, and he begins to smile. “Good. You have my blessing.” He chuckles and you smile at him, relieved at his willingness to accept you so easily.

“And now…” His attention wanders to the still wrapped gift box. “Let’s see what’s in there.”

----

Almost two hours pass before Markus returns home. It’s now evening. He hands the bag to Carl before leaving his vest on the hall stand.

“You’re late, Markus. What happened?”

“There was a clearance sale at Smith & White. You wouldn’t believe how many people were there. I had to make a detour at Bellini’s and missed the first bus.”

Carl puts the bag on the table and turns around to his son, wearily rubbing his eyes. “I should’ve had another coffee. Oh well, an early nap isn’t such a bad idea.”

Markus takes his place behind the wheelchair, his LED spinning yellow. “Dad? You okay?” There’s a hint of concern in his quiet voice and he puts a hand on Carl’s shoulder.

The old man pats Markus’ hand lightly, looks up and to the side and meets the greenish-golden eyes with a smile. “I’m fine, son. Just tired.”

The android pushes him to the large sliding doors, his LED stuttering to blue again. “Shall I wake you up for a late snack?”

“Just… check back later. Let me sleep if I haven’t woken up by then.”

Okay.”

“Good night, Mr. Manfred. Sleep well”, you call after him, still sitting at the dining table.

“Thank you, my dear”, comes his raspy answer from around the corner.

It takes quite a while for Markus to come back. He has changed into different clothes, wearing sneakers, a paint-stained blue shirt, and faded sweatpants with the cords frayed and knotted here and there, the knees baggy and loose. The formerly black fabric has definitely seen better days. The broad waistband hangs low on his hips, leaving a noticeable gap between shirt and pants.

“Come. Follow me.” He gently pulls you along; past the chessboard, the stuffed giraffe and the piano.

“Where are we going?” The bookshelves are filled with row upon row of leather-bound books.

“You’ll see.” Dark curtains are automatically pulled back as you approach.

The lights flicker on in the room beyond. Unframed paintings and blank canvasses catch your eyes, an easel stands to the right and a massive, bright orange robot arm dominates the second half of the room, partially folded in into itself, waiting patiently in front of massive curtains that run almost the entire length of the room, blocking the view on what might lie behind. On the left you see paint cans sorted into rows of metal racks. Big splashes of white, blue and red stain the concrete here and there. Only the cherry red chaise lounge in the middle of the room looks a bit out of place...

“Wow.” The studio is practical yet impressive.

It is so dark outside, it could have been night. The rain that pelts the floor-to-ceiling glass fronts almost sounds like hail.

Markus approaches a small table, sorting out pencils and charcoal of various sizes before looking up again. “I’d really like to draw you.”

This is unexpected. “Uh… sure. And how? A portrait? Or just parts like lips, eyes, hands or something?”

“I was thinking of a full body sketch.” A smile curls his lips that you can’t quite read. However, the look in his eyes gives enough clues.

You still have to ask: “With clothes or naked?”

“Naked and on the lounge.”

You undress so quickly that it surprises even you.

Simply reclining on the red upholstery makes you feel a bit awkward and you try a more natural pose for him. “You gonna take pencil or charcoal for this?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” Markus studies your pose and comes over, kneeling in front of you.

“Please take coal. I love the deep, crisp shadows and soft gradients of coal studies.”

“Alright then. Charcoal it is.” He corrects you here and there, and it doesn’t take long for his hands to linger on your skin.

You pull him down, claiming his mouth in a soft kiss. His lips part willingly, the tip of his tongue flicks playful against your tongue a few times before withdrawing, only to let it run teasingly slow along your upper lip.

You moan softly in his mouth and deepen the kiss, trying to lure his tongue forward until he complies. A trembling sigh escapes your throat. You start sucking on his tongue and one of his hands slips between your spread thighs. His palm and fingers are so soft and warm, they’re moving slowly back and forth, caressing your mons and labia. Your abdomen raises automatically and your knees open wider to give him more access. His fingertips slide along the seam of your folds, stroking back and forth without moving in between. You get wet and sigh against his lips.

“Mmmh, yes. Touch me.” One of your hands slips under his shirt and strokes his flat stomach before moving up and across his chest.

“Let’s do that later, my dear.”

“N-nooo.” You pout a little and start playing with one of his nipples. The small brown tip is already hard. You tease it a little with your fingertips until it tightens even further.

“Nope. Stop. We’ve got all night for that.” He evades you with a chuckle and pulls your hand back out from under his shirt. “Right now, I want to draw you.”

“Aww, Mar-kuuus”, you whine without being too serious about it.

He kisses the tip of your nose and quickly helps you into the pose he has in mind.

Returning to the table, he picks three different sizes of charcoal and goes to the canvas already waiting on the easel.

The pose is more or less comfortable. Head partially turned towards him and both arms more or less behind and above your head, one foot firmly on the ground, while the other leg is bent at the knee and with the foot resting on the upholster. The raised arms are lifting your breasts nicely. You don’t have to look down to know that your abdomen is fully visible for him to draw; smooth and bald, the labia already slightly puffy with arousal.

You watch him draw and sketch, brows slightly furrowed in concentration, full bottom lip caught between his nibbling teeth at times, while his eyes dart constantly between you and the canvas. The studio is quiet except for the pouring rain against the windows, drowning out the slide of charcoal on the gesso-primed fabric, and the faint rubbing of fingertips and the ball of his hand to soften gradients and shadows.

When he’s keeping his eyes on you like that and you’re the only focus of his attention, the whole situation is an intimate moment like no other. It’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever done. His face shows nothing but concentration and an intense focus on his work. However, his body reveals much more. The growing tent of his erection is becoming more and more obvious.

You can’t stop watching and your body responds accordingly until you feel your clitoris throbbing with desire. It doesn’t take long until you start wiggling and moving ever so slightly. But it’s not just his boner that makes you squirm.

“Are you done yet?” Your pose may be great to draw, but your lower back is getting numb and your shoulders are hurting.

“No. But I’ll continue tomorrow anyway.” Markus lays a clean cloth carefully over the half-finished drawing.

You grab your clothes and follow him quietly through the house and into one of the guest rooms.

----

You put your things in one of the armchairs and out of the corner of your eye you see him taking off his shirt.

He takes your panties from your pile of clothes. “Put this on. Just this, nothing more.”

Curious about his intentions, you’re so eager to put the slip back on that you step on the elastic and nearly trip before pulling it up your legs. The thin cotton panties emphasize the shape of your buttocks. You like how the thin rubber band bites into your skin, making your ass look so plump and grabbable, like it was made just for your lover’s hands to be kneaded, stroked and fondled.

Markus toes off his sneakers before softly calling your name.

You look up and see him standing there, bathed in the golden glow of the floor lamp in the corner behind him. The sight of his partially undressed, broad shouldered, athletic body makes your heart beat faster.

“Watch me.” He slides his sweatpants down until they pool around his bare feet.

He’s wearing only a pair of white boxer shorts, his erection still straining against the fabric. He waves you closer and slowly runs his other hand up and down his throbbing length.

“Just watch. Don’t touch me yet.”

He gets on his knees and pulls your panties this way and that way before running the pad of his thumb over your labia until they part and the fabric slides between them. Not only outlining your swollen pussy quite nicely but also fully revealing the slit.

Markus sits down, spreading his legs before pulling you gently into his lap. He holds your butt, moving your abdomen slightly back and forth until your fabric-covered slit and his erection line up. You roll your loins into him and feel his hard shaft pushing between your folds. He rocks against you, pushing up and sliding back down again against your core.

His hands are now behind your back, holding you tight as you hold onto his shoulders. You look into each other’s eyes, both of you move slowly, pushing and rolling your abdomen. It doesn’t take long for your pantyline to get soaked. You look down and see another dark, wet spot in his boxers, right at the tip of his penis and along the underside of his shaft. Your bodies begin to move faster, the rolling, jerking and dipping of your hips becoming more fluid, more natural, more urgent.

Markus’ face is already flushed with arousal, his nostrils are quivering. He breathes heavier, louder. You can see the desire in his eyes. The space around you is quiet, and that makes your gasps of excitement sound even louder. The rain must’ve stopped outside. It almost feels like there’s nobody in the world but the two of you. His soft, trembling pants and soft little moans drive you crazy.

His blunt nails dig into the hot, sweaty skin of your back. Every eager push and roll of your loins now makes your breasts sway and bounce. His cock slides up and down over your clitoris. The friction of your soaked underwear is strong enough to urge you on. You pause for a moment to hastily correct your position. He moans in pleasure as you begin to move again, rocking harder against him this time, pressing your throbbing cunt into his rock-hard erection, sliding your clit back and forth over the fabric-covered glans.

“Yeah, make yourself come.”

“I’m … close…”

“Come for me, love.” He’s gasping now, mouth open and slack, arching into your frantic thrusts.

You can hear yourself grunt and gasp. An involuntary shudder runs through your body. You’re close to the edge and start chasing your orgasm, desperate for even more friction. He slides one hand into his boxers and pushes his cock between your folds, quickly rubbing the glans over your pearl.

Breathing in shakily, you see his eyes glaze over, his gaze becomes unfocused.

“M-markus… darling…” is all you manage to whimper before your orgasm hits.

“Me, too.” He moans deep in his throat.

His manhood starts pulsing hard and frantic, a large gush of artificial semen spills hot and slick through the fabric of his boxers, soaking your throbbing core. You both gasp heavily. You take a hand off his shoulder to touch his cock. You can feel his fingers through the thin cotton, slowly moving up and down, milking his cum all over your clit and labia.

Markus pulls his hand out of his underwear, his fingers are dripping with cloudy liquid. “Ugh, what a mess.”

You take his hand and start licking his cum soaked fingers. “I love your taste.”

It’s definitely not as bitter as human sperm. The resemblance is still there, albeit noticeably watered down and much more pleasant in taste. You lick it with broad swipes of your tongue before sucking his fingers one by one.

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You wake up in the middle of the night, nestled against a warm body. It’s still dark outside. His arm tightens around your waist, his thumb lazily caressing your skin. You’re both naked and you hum appreciatively when he cups one of your breasts. Markus straightens up behind you. The blue light of his LED glows like a miniature night light, making it easier for you to find the switch for the bedside lamp.

You blink in the sudden brightness, roll onto your back and look up into his face. He lets go of your breast and slowly strokes your belly and thighs. Markus leans forward and brushes his lips over yours. His tongue enters your mouth and pulls back again. He teases you with tender little kisses before sucking gently on your bottom lip.

His tongue begins to play with your own in a slow, sensual Frenching that makes your abdomen tighten almost painful with desire. You moan into his mouth as he starts exploring your womanhood with his fingers. He caresses your folds until you feel cool air against your wet, hot core as he spreads your labia. He wets a fingertip with saliva before finding your clit between the soft inner folds, stroking it gentle and slow.

You pull away from his mouth with a sucking smack and look down his body. He is already half erect. You kiss a wet trail across his chest, stopping at a nipple and licking the small tip until you feel it harden against your tongue, only to suck on it with just enough gentle pressure to hear him moan quietly.

He nudges your thigh with his erection. The slippery glans leaves a smear of pre-cum behind on your skin and you push him back down into the pillows.

You move between his legs and take him in your hand. Looking up into his face, you lick a broad swipe from his balls to the tip of his cock. Taking the head into your mouth, you suck gently and tease the slit with the tip of your tongue. Only to let him slip from your lips again, slicking the shaft with saliva.

“I can’t wait anymore.” You move up over his pelvis, aligning him with your entrance.

“Look at me.”

“Don’t move. Let me do the work for once.” You hold his gaze as you sink slowly onto his shaft. The glans nudges and parts your folds, you roll your loins until he starts pushing against your hole. You let him enter you so unbearably slow that he has to force himself to lie still, clenching his fists and panting. He looks you in the eyes while he starts filling you. Inch by inch.

He groans deep in his throat when he finally bottoms out. “You’re so incredibly tight.”

You throw your head back with a shuddering hiss and feel him throbbing inside you. He’s hard as stone.

Lazily rolling your loins, you begin to move; rocking gently back and forth. Back. And forth.

“Gods, it feels so good to be inside you.” His irresistible gaze lingers on your face. “Move faster.”

“No. Not yet.” By placing both hands on his chest, you lean slightly forward.

Rising and lowering yourself in a steady, gently paced rhythm, you ride him as slowly as possible.

His fingernails dig into your thighs. He whimpers a little and bites his bottom lip, nostrils flaring with each breath. You roll your loins again, determined to drive him crazy with need; only to stop and sit on his lap. His manhood fills you completely and nudges your cervix. He’s so big you gasp for breath and shudder with swaying breasts.

Markus moans your name.

“Not yet, my love.”

He begins to push back up, countering your riding motions with measured thrusts.

You start moving faster.

Strong hands squeeze your waist. His irresistible gaze is still on your sweaty face while you ride him. He counters your accelerating rhythm with hard, quickening thrusts. Your tits bounce and rock with every stroke.

His pupils are blown wide, white teeth partially visible between parted lips. His face twists into a lustful grimace, his harsh, trembling gasps mixing with your breathless moans. You can see in his eyes that he’s close.

“I’m … coming. I...I’m….” He arches into your body with a low, long moan and enter you as deep as he can.

Feeling the rapid pulse of his orgasm, you cling to his body as your abdomen presses into his loins as hard as you can. Both of you are moaning. You finally sink forward. He slips out of your flooded canal, his manhood slippery and hot and still semi-erect.

It takes a moment for him to come to his senses, blinking and letting out a long, shaky sigh.

Still breathing heavily, you try to moisten your dry teeth with your tongue before sinking down on top of him. He pulls you into a hug, which you return just as passionately and with a happy sigh before kissing the tip of his nose and then his lips.

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Enjoying one of the few, warm and sunny days, you and Markus take a walk in the Henry Ford Commemorative Park. You’re walking hand in hand, slowly and aimlessly. Just a leisurely stroll together. He smiles at you whenever you both look at each other, until he stops and puts his arm around your shoulder, hugging you close.

You two continue much more slowly, then, with him kissing you ever so often. Until he suddenly stops again, nudging your nose with the tip of his own, smiling when you start giggling a little – only to lean in and cup your cheeks. Before he can kiss you, he straightens up and looks around with a frown before looking up at one of the giant billboards in the nearer distance.

“Hey, what--?”

“Shhh”, he puts a finger on his lips, and then: “Listen!”

The board shows President Warren’s face, highlighted by a flurry of camera flashes. “...decided to extend The Fourteenth Amendment and the Equal Protection Clause. Starting today, all human-android and android-only couples will be granted the legal right to marry the person of their choosing and be equal before the law.”

“Ohmygod!” you gasp, happy beyond words.

Looking back and forth between the billboard and Markus’ excited smile, you’re still taken by surprise when he pulls you close so suddenly before claiming your mouth with a kiss that makes you swoon.

END