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Living with his new android, Chris, is a novel experience to Felix, who is more familiar with non-sentient droids. It takes him some time to get used to it, regularly observing how Chris rapidly evolves using his learning algorithm.
For one, Felix had to get rid of all his other droids, such as the chef droid, the cleaner droids, and so on, because Chris would get huffy and pout about being able to do the same things as them.
If Felix didn’t know any better, he would say that Chris was jealous of those other droids.
It was strange, but he had rapidly become accustomed to being waited on hand and foot by Chris, who was always pleased whenever Felix would ask for his assistance.
Although he enjoys having a sentient lab partner, Chris’s tendency to chatter means that Felix often can’t concentrate on his projects, leading to a lot of frustration. However, Chris is quick to detect any form of frustration in Felix, often relieving him with a quick blowjob, or a handjob, or even letting Felix fuck his frustrations out if needed.
Felix can’t bring himself to be mad at Chris for being so chatty. The android always looks happy to talk to him, giving him puppy eyes when he doesn’t reply. He wonders if he should modify Chris to include dog ears and a tail.
Now that’s an idea…
“...and then they howled at the moon, which looked really fun! I think my vocal modifiers could simulate a wolf’s howling,” Chris continues talking, excitedly gesticulating as Felix stares at him with a fond look. “Do you think that wolves would understand me, Lix?”
“Hmm…?” Felix zones back in, blinking at Chris. “What did you say?”
“You weren’t paying attention to me again,” Chris pouts, crossing his arms and drawing Felix’s attention to the exposed skin of his arms and tummy. “I was asking if you think that wolves would be able to understand me.”
Felix hums in thought. “I have no doubt that you would be able to learn how wolves communicate and process their language if you put the effort into it, Chris. Nothing is impossible for you,” he says confidently.
Chris beams at Felix, blinding him again with one of his megawatt dimpled smiles. “You’re so sweet, Lix! Are you really sure I could…?”
Felix huffs at how self-conscious Chris can get. It’s strange that his android is susceptible to compliments, but he assumes that he developed that through his learning algorithm. “Of course, I created you, didn’t I?”
Chris looks at Felix with doe eyes. “That’s right, you did! I trust your judgment, Lix!”
Felix watches as Chris adopts a look of resolve, likely executing a few more processes dedicated to learning more about how wolves communicate. It’s endearing, seeing his creation develop whichever way it wants to, picking up hobbies and interests unique to itself, instead of solely catering to Felix’s needs.
With Chris sufficiently occupied for the time being, Felix turns his attention back to his latest creation. A gift for his dear friend—and generous investor—Lee Minho.
Except, as soon as Felix is about to get back into the flow of building another android to Minho’s specifications, Chris puts his arms around Felix’s body from the side, nuzzling into his neck with featherlight kisses that make his breath hitch.
“Not now, Chris,” Felix murmurs, fingers flying across the keyboard as he codes the android’s A.I. settings.
Disregarding Felix’s warning, Chris’s fingers wander to his creator’s sensitive nipples, pinching them through the fabric of his black top, drawing out a faint moan.
“Chris!” Felix snaps, smacking Chris’s hands away with a glare. “What’s gotten into you?!”
Chris pulls away, looking wounded as he cradles his hands to his chest despite being incapable of feeling any pain. Felix swears that if he had dog ears that they’d be lain flat back in submission. “I… I just wanted to make you feel good…”
Felix sighs, really unable to be genuinely upset at Chris when he looks so downtrodden. He turns back to his work instead, scratching the back of his head in irritation.
“I keep telling you not to initiate anything when I’m busy working,” he reminds him, missing the glum expression on Chris’s face as he gets up from his seat and walks away.
“Chris?” Felix calls out when he gets no response. He looks around, but Chris isn’t there anymore. “Fuck…”
Did he really upset his android? If someone had told Felix a few months ago that he would ever care about an android’s feelings, he would have scoffed and laughed in their face.
But now…
Felix stands up and leaves his home lab, heading for the living room where he knows Chris is likely to be sulking while pretending to watch something on the t.v., even though he has every single show that exists in his systems, ready for his perusal.
When Felix gets there, he sees exactly what he had predicted: Chris sitting on the sofa, blankly staring at the t.v. with glossy eyes.
“Chris?” Felix’s voice is soft, but it still reaches Chris, who turns to look at him with wide eyes. Felix shuffles closer until he’s next to the android and kneels down on the floor by his knees, resting his head up on Chris’s thigh. “I’m sorry…”
Chris startles, not expecting the apology. “Sorry for what?”
“I’m sorry for upsetting you,” Felix says, taking Chris’s hand and stroking it. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
Chris shakes his head. “N–no, it’s my fault… I should have listened to you…”
“And why didn’t you?” Felix asks gently, still trying to consider Chris’s feelings, but curious as to why the android hadn’t obeyed his instructions.
In a very human reaction, Chris bites his lip, worrying the artificial skin between his teeth. “I… I was jealous…” he finally mutters, his head hanging in shame.
“Jealous of what…?” comes the encouraging prompt from Felix, his mind working overtime trying to figure out what could possibly cause Chris to be jealous. “It’s okay, you can tell me… I won’t be mad.”
In a tiny voice, Chris replies, “I just… You’re going to replace me.” He deliberately looks away from Felix, as if expecting some type of unspoken repercussion that only he knows about.
Felix is understandably shocked—he doesn’t have any plans to replace Chris. Chris is his, and he doesn’t see himself ever replacing the android. A few upgrades here and there whenever necessary, sure, but never replacing him with another android.
“Chris… What makes you think that?”
The android finally looks at Felix, his body language exuding resignation. “You’re creating a new android,” he says in an accusatory tone, lips pursing into a frown. “I have access to everything, I know what you’re doing…”
“You’re right,” Felix begins, climbing up to sit beside Chris on the leather couch. “I am creating a new android. Not for me, but for Minho.”
After all, Minho had been the one to fund Felix’s endeavors when he had decided to create Chris, and had eventually come by to see the end result, amazed at how realistic and human Chris was.
“For… Minho?” Chris asks tentatively, hope shining through.
“That’s right. Minho was so impressed by you that he wants a companion just like you for himself,” Felix explains proudly, caressing Chris’s cheek. “You’re perfect for me, but I’m not planning to replace you, or give you away…”
Chris looks relieved for the most part, leaning into Felix’s touch like a puppy that had been neglected for too long. “I’m sorry for overreacting…”
“Don’t be sorry, you had every right to feel that way,” Felix reassures him, pressing a sweet kiss on his forehead. “Let me remind you that you’re mine,” he purrs, taking his glasses off and watching as the camera lenses in Chris’s eyes mimic the effect of pupils dilating while he sets them aside.
“Please…” Chris pleads, melting into Felix’s arms. “Want you so bad…”
Felix eases Chris down on the couch, discarding the android’s t-shirt to reveal his gorgeous body. His mouth waters as he takes it all in, Chris bashful at being observed so intently.
With the way that Felix has coded Chris, every single part of his body becomes an erogenous zone as soon as he processes that the situation has turned sexual. So it’s no surprise that he lets out all sorts of noises as soon as Felix puts his mouth on him, starting on his neck.
Felix’s programming allows for the artificial skin to imitate bruising once the pressure on it has exceeded a certain threshold. The spot he sucks on blooms into a dark red, Felix notes with satisfaction, proceeding to add more to the canvas of Chris’s neck. He had added a time limit of a few days for them to fade, loving the process of reapplying them over and over again.
Once he’s happy with the hickeys on Chris’s neck area, Felix moves down and takes his nipples into his mouth, happily sucking away on one while he pinches the other one as Chris whines needily for more.
After playing with both nipples, his hands grope Chris’s chest, squeezing and pushing his pecs together until it forms cleavage, which he then buries his face in, motorboating him.
“God, I love your fucking tits,” Felix moans, rutting against Chris. “Gonna let me fuck ‘em next time?”
“Yes! Please fuck my tits!” Chris cries out, his fingers curling into Felix’s hair. He tugs at it lightly, but Felix has other plans, slinking down between the android’s spread legs to his cock, giving it a few pumps before taking the leaking tip into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Chris swears vehemently, watching as Felix can barely take half of him in, using his hands to take care of the other half. He releases some lube from the pores of his length, helping his creator jerk him off better.
Every bob of Felix’s head combined with the twist of his tiny hands around him has Chris’s pleasure receptors going haywire, his processors feeling slightly overwhelmed by the massive sensory input.
And yet, he doesn’t want it to stop—wants to feel good, and to be a good android for his creator.
As per Felix’s settings, Chris leaks a lot more precum, which he promptly laps up with gusto, some of it dripping down his chin and onto his signature black top.
Felix’s jaw eventually begins to ache too much for him to continue, even though he wants nothing more than to down Chris’s cock for all eternity, watching him fall apart in his mouth until his central processing unit completely fails.
Logically speaking though, Chris is too advanced to ever go completely dumb just from getting pleasured by Felix. Maybe a bit glitched out, but never dumb.
“Fe–” Chris breaks off with a gasp as Felix enters him with a lubricated finger, his opening automatically adjusting to the intrusion. “God, yes, I want more!”
“More?” Felix smirks, easily slipping in two more fingers.
It’s unnecessary of course—Chris could even take Felix’s cock without any preparation, but Felix enjoys the foreplay, seeing the desperation on the android’s face as he begs for Felix to do whatever he wants with him.
But how could Felix resist when Chris begs so prettily, having learned his creator’s weakness for his soft voice turning even sweeter?
“Gi–give me your cock, please!” Chris yells out, tightening ever so slightly around Felix’s digits, his ass releasing copious amounts of lube, shiny as it gets on the leather of the couch.
“Needy slut,” Felix chides playfully, clicking his tongue as he starts stripping his clothes off, uncaring of the fabric darkening with lube. “Do you want to be fucked that bad?”
Chan nods firmly. “Yes, please!”
“Such a polite boy,” Felix says in a pleased tone, letting his clothes drop to the floor.
Felix uses the lube leaking from Chris to slick himself up, teasingly rubbing his tip at the android’s entrance. It opens up to accommodate him at the slightest pressure, but he only smiles as Chris rapidly grows frustrated with the game his creator is playing with him.
“Please put it in, daddy,” Chris whines, much to Felix’s surprise. He had never expected for Chris to develop a daddy kink, but it isn’t an unwelcome surprise, to say the least. “Please, please, baby wants daddy to fill him up!”
“Shh, baby…” Felix soothes him.
Guiding his cock back in place with a hand, Felix pushes into Chris with a low groan, sliding all the way in until he bottoms out. He leans over the android, staring into the lenses of his eyes before his gaze flickers down to his lips.
Reading Felix’s intentions, Chris tilts his chin up, his lips meeting Felix’s in a soft, sensual kiss that has them both melting into each other’s embrace. Felix slowly rolls his hips, breathing into Chris’s mouth whenever they break apart for air, loving how tight he feels around him.
“Lix…” Chris murmurs, hands trailing up Felix’s sides, making him shiver and fuck deeper into the android.
It’s insane how well Chris is sucking him in, his insides molding to fit around his cock like it belongs there, massaging rhythmically like a state-of-the-art fleshlight designed to milk Felix even if he doesn’t move.
“Chris, baby,” Felix moans, leisurely rocking his hips into Chris. He knows that the android is programmed to achieve release at a certain level of pleasure, and Felix has every intention of bringing Chris to that level. “You’re amazing, fuck.”
Chris bucks up, trying to speed up Felix’s unhurried pace, gasping as his cock rubs against the other’s toned stomach. He repeats the motion again and again, keening when Felix wraps a hand around his length, bringing him back to match his speed.
Chris can easily take over and fuck himself on Felix’s cock, but he remains pliant, letting himself get used.
“My good boy,” Felix coos, finally increasing the speed and force of his thrusts, hips slamming loudly against Chris’s. “Am I making you feel good?”
“So good,” the android nods, his walls pulsing briefly around Felix’s cock. “Th–thank you, daddy.”
Felix can tell that Chris is nearing his pleasure threshold, the android moaning even louder than before. He holds on, his own release so close that he bites his lower lip in an attempt to wait out Chris’s orgasm, but the android’s hole starts vibrating without warning, causing him to cum with a startled yell.
“Ch–Chris! I love you!” Felix empties himself into Chris, the vibrations and sucking motions of the android’s hole making his eyes roll back into his head as he rides out his orgasm.
“Fuck, I love you too, daddy!” Chris spills his own synthetic cum over his tummy, body twitching slightly as his pleasure sensors gradually reset after his release.
Felix falls forward into Chris’s arms, his cock still lodged in the tight hole that’s keeping him there. He feels gross, the sweat on his body mixing with Chris’s cum, making their fronts slide together in a way that has him grimacing.
Chris picks up on his expression, letting Felix’s cock slip out of him with a soft squelch and seals himself closed before he stains the couch even more, his rim going back to the way it was before they fucked. He lifts Felix up, cradling him in his arms.
“Let’s go get cleaned up,” Chris says tenderly, looking at Felix with so much affection that it’s hard for him to believe that Chris is just an artificial intelligence.
But, on further thought, artificial or not, Chris is sentient. He’s capable of feelings, capable of deciding things for himself, capable of acting outside of Felix’s commands if he wants to.
“Based on your words earlier, can I ask you to be my boyfriend?” Chris interrupts Felix’s train of thought, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars in the sky.
For a moment, Felix wonders if he’s able to make the right decision—if there even is one.
But then again, when has Felix ever denied himself anything that he really wants?
Never.
Finally, meeting Chris’s hopeful stare, Felix replies, “Yes, I’ll be your boyfriend.”
“Yes, yes!” Chris squeals, spinning Felix around with so much torque that he feels dizzy, then showers his face with noisy kisses that make him giggle.
Holding onto Chris, Felix rubs their noses together, then kisses him sweetly on the lips. “You’re so cute, Chris. My cute boyfriend.”