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"Couldn't you just make one yourself?"
"I don't– It would take too much time."
Mephone is shifting his legs around on the cold metal floor. It's a nervous habit Test Tube’s noticed he has, now that they see each other a bit more often.
"Right," she says, raising an eyebrow.
It’s not like she’s opposed to this idea she’s been presented with, though. Truth be told, she's been intrigued from the moment Mephone’s portal materialized in the corner of her lab, and she saw him step out in that slightly stiff, awkward way that meant he was surely on personal business. He doesn't often take visits into her lab alone – it's usually Fan who's dragging him along by the hand, followed by a litany of encouraging words from him that, yes, he is welcome to drop by anytime, really, no need to be so worried about it.
Test Tube’s eyes focus on Mephone again. He’s blushing all of a sudden, a pleasing, vibrant sky blue running all the way across his screen. It’s a rather nice look on him, she admits.
“I think you could make it better than me, anyway,” he mutters to her. “For– For Fan, too.”
"Well, it's good to know that my efforts are appreciated," she hums back, keeping her tone light. If she wasn’t quite sold on this before, now she definitely is. She has to think for a second, eyes gliding over the assortment of research papers scattered on top of her workplace table. "Give me a week."
Mephone frowns at her.
"A week? Really?"
Test Tube narrows her eyes sharply.
"Five days, then."
"A– Alright.” His voice turns smaller, seeming to realize not to push it. He hesitates a little, clearly embarrassed, before getting the next words out of his system: “Um. Thanks."
"My pleasure.”
Because really, it is. She smirks and pats Mephone on the back gently, touch lingering for just a moment, before burying her face in her notes again.
**
Five days flow by fast, with Test Tube hard at work. By the first night, she’s already had to tell Fan not to stick his nose in her business, for just this short while; she’s keen on the idea of not spoiling the surprise. She thinks it’s what Mephone intended, as well.
Mephone comes and hesitantly checks in on her from time to time. She deliberately doesn’t reveal much to him, either, but she still finds herself enjoying his more frequent company. At some point, as they’re sitting down and talking by her desk, Mephone starts asking about her other inventions. She’s happy to tell him. Another time, they talk about Fan.
By late dusk of the fifth day, Test Tube gets it done.
It’s some impressive work, really – if she can say so herself. Part of the design is taken from some sketches that Mephone dared to very sheepishly present her in the beginning, but the rest of the realization is all her. And in record time, as well. She doesn’t get much of the remaining mess cleaned up before passing out in her lab chair.
The next time Mephone visits, Test Tube has it ready on full display, on top of her work table in the middle of the lab. And just as it should be, it’s the first thing that his eyes land on.
The face he’s making could be described as nothing short of in awe. She gives him time to take it in, stepping closer unsurely at first, until his excitement seems to get the best of him. He stops in front of it.
“It’s…blue,” Mephone stammers out, staring at it with his eyes wide open. Test Tube would be lying if she didn’t say his speechlessness was a little endearing.
“Yeah, well,” Test Tube says, smiling proudly to herself. “I was guessing that’s your favorite color.”
She walks up to him next to the table, pulling the thing closer for Mephone to inspect, eager to finally show it off. Mephone’s gaze follows her with attentive curiosity.
“It’s meant to be attached over your home button.” She lifts the harness attached to it with both hands, spreading it out in the air for the other to see. “If it’s in place, your sensors should be able to pick up quite a bit of what it’s feeling.”
Carefully, Mephone reaches out and takes it from her hold. He turns it over in his own hands with a bit of awkwardness, like it’s something very delicate. Test Tube lets him and watches, until he sets it down on the table again, taking a few steps back.
“This…” he starts, searching for words. “This is good. This looks really good.”
“I know,” Test Tube says, biting back her grin as she revels in the appreciation. “It’s quite a feat.”
She can’t help but feel a little attached to it, herself – and not entirely from a technical standpoint. More often than not, she found her mind drifting as she worked on it, letting her imagination graze over all the possible things that the other two could be intending to try with it. But for now, she doesn’t mind if she can just imagine. It’s really fine.
"It'd be delightful to see this thing in action, you know," Test Tube muses out loud without really thinking about it, eyes lidded, running her fingers along the side of its length absentmindedly. "See how well it performs."
The room goes awfully quiet for a few seconds.
"I mean. You could."
Test Tube’s eyebrows shoot up. She glances over her shoulder, wondering if she heard correctly.
"Yeah?"
Mephone crosses his arms across his screen, keeping himself steady. "D– Don't see why not."
It’s a bit funny, really – the fact that it comes as such a surprise to Test Tube. The three of them have been meddling around each others’ lives more than enough for the past few months, after all. Mephone’s seemed to be warming up to her, too, little by little. To what degree, she might have been slightly miscalculating in her head. It’s quite hard to tell with him, though, in her defense. She wonders if this all has something to do with Fan. Since it usually does.
"You want me to?" she asks.
"I...think Fan would enjoy it, yes."
"Do you want me to?"
There’s a hint of sternness in Test Tube’s tone now. Mephone squirms under her gaze but does as he’s told, stopping to think about it for a brief moment.
"...Yes."
"Good." Test Tube glances at her creation on the table between them, the beginnings of anticipatory butterflies blooming in her gut. This really is happening. "We'll talk to him, then."
**
The conversation goes as well as expected.
They’ve all managed to huddle together on top of a singular, modestly sized bed, in the hotel room that Fan and Test Tube have shared with each other for a while now. It’s the kind of arrangement that was bound to mold into place eventually, as their time at the hotel passed on, and the two of them grew only more inseparable from each other. Although Test Tube has grown used to spending most of her time down in her lab, their bedroom has become a place where she’s found herself going to unwind. It was, of course, Fan’s idea initially, to have a space where they could forget about work and the show entirely for a little while.
It took some time for Mephone to start coming over, and Test Tube doesn’t blame him for that. It’s become clear to her that adjusting to new relationships is quite a feat for him, and their odd little arrangement with each other isn’t exactly from the easiest end, at that. However, she wants to say that handling Mephone has always been a bit of a team effort – one that Test Tube wouldn’t excel in alone if it wasn’t for Fan’s more sensitive mediativeness, the glue that binds them all together in the end.
Having Mephone be present is not only a new variable in their intimacy, but it’s never been that common in general, as well. Mephone is more of a comer and goer, a silent withdrawer, just as he seems to be in regards to most things. And Test Tube doesn’t think he even needs sleep, precisely – but sometimes it’s still nighttime and he’s there, waiting, as if hoping for the other two to come and welcome him with open arms. Of course, they always do.
Tonight is a night when they’re all together again, but for a reason that differs a bit from something that they know. There’s been an exciting undercurrent running between all three of them ever since they gathered inside, subtly present behind every word as they sit and speak.
A negotiation of this value shouldn’t really be as easy as it turns out to be, Test Tube thinks, but it goes as naturally as anything. She’s the one to take the lead fast, getting Fan on the same page with things while Mephone fiddles with his hands and alternates in shooting nervous glances between the other two.
After they finally present him with the strap, Fan doesn’t avert his eyes from it for a long while.
Test Tube can call herself a creative individual with good conscience, but as long as Fan is in the same room with her, she’s never really the idea guy. She sits back and gives Fan a chance to tell them what’s clearly brewing inside his mind. It’s at that moment when Mephone dares to open his mouth as well, falling into sync with Fan’s thoughts about how this should go as easily as blinking. She thinks that it’s incredibly satisfying to watch them bounce off each other, in a way that’s so similar and yet so distant to her at the same time.
They’ve agreed on her keeping a strict and supervising eye, free to interfere whenever she sees fit. She has no notes about it. She’s always been good at leading experiments, after all.
“It looks kind of big,” Fan blurts out, breaking off Test Tube’s trail of thought. His voice seems to be wavering from barely contained excitement, almost slipping into impatience. She can’t really blame him – she’s already fixed her cork in place beforehand, ready to go from the moment she closed the bedroom door behind her.
“I did make it catering to your tastes,” Test Tube shoots back with a playful glint in her eye.
It makes Fan blush. As he averts his gaze, his eyes land on Mephone, who has been watching them from the side with quiet interest. She can’t help but smile at the way his expression softens.
“Thank you for making this happen,” he smiles and says, crawling his way over to him on the bed, nearly right onto his lap, and pulling him closer with his arms. “Something like this has been on my mind for a while, you know.”
“You should be thanking Test Tube, really,” Mephone gets out, sounding a little flustered, but his arms have found their way around Fan as well, as if on instinct.
Test Tube can’t keep her eyes off the two as their lips connect. Mephone has never been one for public displays of affection, not even when it’s just the three of them and Fan practically hangs off of him, so the sight is quite a rare delicacy for her. Now, in the low light of the hotel bedroom, he clings onto Fan and kisses him back with an unapologetic eagerness, taking in the other’s affection with no inhibitions at all. Fan’s other hand disappears somewhere behind Mephone’s back, and Test Tube watches as a slight shiver runs through his sleek, metallic body.
As interesting as the show is, she has some better ideas planned for them tonight.
“Hey,” she hums softly, having to clear her suddenly dry throat. It does catch the attention of both of them, though. “Forget who’s supposed to be in charge for now?”
“Of course– Of course not, I mean,” Fan whips himself around and pipes up, quick and diligent to respond. He disentangles himself from Mephone, but stays close to him. “What did you have in mind, Test Tube?”
Mephone doesn’t say anything, but his eyes are nailed onto her with an almost intimidating amount of attention.
She crosses her arms across her chest and eyes the pair, thinking, before her gaze flicks eventually back to Mephone. Here goes.
“Lay down on the bed,” she says to him.
Almost unnoticeably, Mephone sits up a bit straighter. His eyes dart to Fan for a beat, sharing a glance with him that looks almost like a silent question. Fan offers him back an easy smile, a spark of simmering anticipation in his eyes, and it seems to be just what Mephone needs to start moving, scooting closer to the headboard and laying himself gingerly on his back on the sheets.
“That’s good,” Test Tube hums. “We will be conducting a little experiment with my new invention. This is why from now on, you two are going to do as I instruct. Is that clear?”
She receives quick nods from the pair. Fan’s movement is as eager as he looks, while Mephone has a deep blue blush running over his screen already. He’s definitely more nervous about all of this, she notes – she’ll have to handle him with more care.
“Very well, then.” Test Tube reaches for her creation, still laying on the bed between them, not quite forgotten yet by any of them. “Let’s get this thing in place, Mephone. Lift your hips a bit for me.”
The strap is attached to a harness that’s supposed to wrap around Mephone’s lower half, fixing the base of his artificial length snugly against his home button, right on the sensors that it is intended to be attached over. Test Tube inquired Mephone for his measurements when she was working on it – and what do you know, it fits him perfectly. Mephone lies dutifully still as she fastens and positions it onto him, answering with meek nods and quiet hums whenever she asks if it sits comfortably, whether it’s on too tight.
“There we go…” Test Tube’s voice trails off as she lets herself lean back and marvel at it for a second. However, the sight does nothing but make her want to cut off the pointless staring and get to work already. She’s itching to see the kind of reactions she’ll be able to pull out of Mephone with it, whether she’ll get him to blush an even deeper blue.
She has to turn and lean over the edge of the bed, reaching into a bag that has been left laying on the floor there – a couple of things she deemed important to bring along. Her hand rummages around the contents while she laments every second she has to be turned away from the other two, and eventually her fingers hit the bottle of lube she’s packed with her.
“It may feel a little strange at first,” Test Tube says, bottle in her victoriously raised hand, turning over and leaning closer to Mephone in no time. She pops the cap open and pours a generous amount onto her palm. Better to be safe than sorry, after all. “But I’m sure you’ll get used to it. Are you ready for me to touch you?”
“Um.” Test Tube swears that she can hear Mephone swallow. His fingers have curled against the sheets, and his eyes are nailed onto the strap. “Yes.”
She gives him a satisfied smile, not sure if she could’ve waited much longer, either. She inches herself closer, sitting with her knees pressing into Mephone’s side, and wraps her slick hand around the length of the strap in a light, experimental grip. She brings it down and twists her wrist a little, smearing the lube all over it with her palm, and feels how Mephone tenses up under her. He can’t seem to suppress the small, startled yelp that escapes his mouth.
It makes Test Tube’s eyebrows raise attentively, not wanting to miss a single glimpse of Mephone, squirming on the sheets and sucking in tiny gasps through his teeth as she keeps working with her hand, getting him wet and ready enough for Fan. She never really doubted herself, but getting such quick positive results does catch her off guard a little. And it’s staggeringly intriguing, as well, to be able to touch Mephone this way. She’s thought about what it would be like for a while now – and every aspect of it is as exhilarating as she hoped it’d be.
“Feeling something already, big guy?” Her tone turns delicately condescending, she can’t help herself. Seeing Mephone so pliant and responsive under her is beginning to stir the arousal that’s started pooling in her gut somewhere along the way. She squeezes her hand lightly, thumb sliding up to circle and tease the tip of the strap.
“Y– Yes,” Mephone grits out, between tiny groans. But even though they’re still fairly quiet, the sounds coming from him make Test Tube bite her lip, resisting to let out a groan herself, as her thighs rub together against her will.
Fan is watching the two of them with intent. He sits on his knees, on the other side of Mephone, and waits for his turn obediently, laser-focused on the action before him. One hand is working subtly over his crotch as his length begins to slide out of its slit.
Test Tube has to pry her eyes back to Mephone. But when she does, a sight just as equally exciting greets her. He’s planted his feet on the bed and started bucking his hips up slightly, into Test Tube’s frozen hand, trying to chase more of that friction with a need that’s begun bleeding into his every stuttering move, whether he wants it or not. Always so impatient.
Test Tube pulls her hand away entirely, and listens as Mephone catches himself in the midst of a shameful whine.
“You’re ready for more than my hand, aren’t you?” she asks, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. She doesn’t give him time to answer: “I think you are.”
It’s no matter; Mephone seems to more than agree with her.
As soon as Test Tube’s eyes leave Mephone and wander back up to Fan, her smile drops and turns into something more icy. Internally, she revels in the way that Fan flinches to sit up straight immediately, the blush on him turning into a furious shade of red very quickly as he notices her stare.
Fan tries to stutter out, voice high from nerves: “T– Test Tube– Do you–”
“Did I tell you to say something?” Test Tube cuts him off. Fan’s mouth snaps shut faster than lightning, which earns him a pleased little smile.
“I didn’t think so. Now, let’s see how ready you are for Mephone. Show me.”
She stares Fan down as he squirms in place, eyes wide open from embarrassment, mouth opening and closing a few times as he remembers to stay nice and quiet for her – and it’s not long at all before he’s shifting into another position, spreading his legs apart and leaning on his hands planted behind his back.
His slit is already leaking, dripping fluids onto the soon-to-be ruined bedspread as he presents himself to Test Tube, deep red in the face and barely able to keep eye contact with her.
With one hand, Test Tube reaches over and slides her fingers under one of Fan’s spread knees, pushing his legs even further apart, ready for her other hand, which she pushes right against Fan’s slit. Fan lets out a strangled moan as his body twitches from the sudden pressure. But he doesn’t struggle in Test Tube’s hold, he stays as still as he can and takes it compliantly when she eases two of her fingers inside.
They sink into him with satisfying ease. Test Tube hums to herself lowly, pleased at the state Fan is already in, curling her fingers teasingly as she thrusts them in a little deeper. And just as expected, Fan responds to it by his hips pushing against them greedily, almost as if on their own accord. His hands are gripping the sheets behind him like he’s still trying to hold himself back.
“How impatient,” Test Tube scoffs. She pulls her fingers out without a word, getting Fan to flinch with a desperate, humiliated whine. “You don’t need any preparation.”
Both of their eyes seem to fall onto Mephone at the same time. He’s already staring right back at them, mouth parted slightly open in silent awe. Test Tube doesn’t know if he’s able to pant, but it sure looks that way right now.
In the corner of her eye, she sees Fan shifting. “P– Please, can I–”
She rolls her eyes at his behavior, secretly a little amused.
“Yes, you can. Don’t keep me waiting any longer.”
After being given permission, Fan takes no time at all to crawl on top of Mephone, his excitedly trembling legs just barely able to straddle his larger frame. The position makes his own length rub against the underside of Mephone’s artificial one, and they both let out a surprised groan at the same time.
“You– You really feel that, don’t you?” Fan asks Mephone, his raspy voice full of intrigued wonder as he plants his hands on either side of the other’s screen for better leverage, thrusting against him once more, experimentally.
“Mmh,” Mephone mumbles out, or at least tries to, involuntary gasps falling out of him every time Fan allows him some friction. If only he was able to, he’d probably be throbbing by now.
Momentarily entranced by his reactions, Fan keeps moving against him in what could be described as a languid tease. Mephone struggles against the sheets. He has to cover his parted mouth with a hand as he muffles an impatient whine into his palm: “Fan–”
Test Tube curls her fingers around one of Fan’s guards to get his attention.
“Are you making me repeat myself, Fan? Don’t keep us waiting.”
“Y– Yes, Test Tube.”
Next thing she knows, he’s already lifting his hips up, diligently shifting himself into the right position under her supervision. Test Tube helps him by circling her hand around the base of the strap – feeling Mephone shiver – and keeping it in place for Fan to sit down on, while Mephone stares down at them like he doesn’t want to miss a single beat of what’s happening.
Fan’s slit is dripping wet already, coating the strap with more than enough slick for the head of it to slide right in without much resistance.
The two seem at a loss for words at first, completely engrossed by the point where they’re connected. Fan shifts his hips a little, making himself sink down a bit further, and a soft moan falls out of his mouth in the process. Mephone responds to it with a low groan through his teeth, and Test Tube notices how his hips flinch, almost bucking up into the other. She releases a breath she didn’t know she herself was holding.
Fan stops when the length of the strap is halfway inside him, trying to catch his breath. They’ve experimented with all sorts of things together before, but Test Tube is nonetheless aware that this one is still slightly on the bigger side for him. Her eyes are quick to scan for any trace of real discomfort on his face, and only when she finds none, she allows herself to slip back into the moment and continue.
“Go on,” she encourages, her clinical tone dialed down a little, making way for a brief glimpse of something softer.
“It’s so much,” Fan manages to gasp out eventually. He squirms on the strap, face contorting from the almost overwhelming pleasure as his body tries to adjust to the intrusion. “I– I don’t know if I can–”
“You can take it.” Test Tube says it like it’s a fact. She leans even closer to Fan, expression unwavering, and tightens her grip on his guard just a little to keep him in place. “I made it just for you, so I know you can.”
Fan’s length twitches noticeably at her words – if the pathetic whine he lets out wasn’t enough indication that he’s right where he wants to be. He pants and throbs over Mephone’s screen, but Test Tube realizes that despite everything, he’s still managing to keep his hands off his own erection.
Because she hasn’t told him yet that he can touch himself.
All of a sudden she’s hit with an urge to get a feel for herself, just because she’s allowed to, a surprising little bout of possessiveness sparking somewhere inside her.
So, Test Tube reaches out and lets her fingers trace along where the two are connected to each other, gathering some of the lube and slick along the way. The touch makes Fan jolt and bite back a whimper.
Her lidded eyes flick up to his flushed face. “You think either of us will be satisfied with this? Don’t pretend that you can’t go deeper.”
Something in that moment makes Mephone snap out of his fairly placid state right then. Test Tube’s curious glance follows his hands as they snake their way up Fan’s spread legs, settling to grip at both of his thighs in a way that feels much more demanding than his clumsy, unsure touches before. She forgets completely what she was going to do, leaning back a bit to just watch and let whatever’s going to unfold.
Fan gets the hint quickly. He’s taken off guard a little, yes, eyes widening and breath hitching at the sudden contact, but eager to serve both of them just as much.
“M– Mephone,” he chokes out, voice trembling with a hint of delirium as he pushes himself down deeper with Mephone’s grip guiding him, as deep as he can possibly manage to get the strap inside of him.
They both let out a desperate moan in unison as he bottoms out. Mephone grabs at Fan’s thighs even harder, forcing him to stay there and get used to him without possibly even realizing he’s doing it.
It’s almost too good of a show, Test Tube has to reach down and close a tight fist around her own twitching length, giving herself a few, firm strokes to relieve the feeling.
While Test Tube is busy with taking care of herself, Mephone seems to take the reins.
Fan starts moving slowly, leveraging himself with palms against Mephone’s screen as he lifts up and sinks down on the strap again. His rhythm is slightly sloppy, a little dazed, thrown off by how much his thighs have already begun trembling.
Mephone encourages him by grabbing at his lower body with greedy hands, guiding the other down on him a little faster with a surprisingly confident grip. It makes Fan close his eyes and moan higher, body immediately melting into the touch and letting the other set the pace almost entirely.
Test Tube bites back a shameless groan. She wasn’t able to notice before, but Mephone’s graphics card has started glitching under all the pressure, the face on his screen stuttering and alternating in quality every time Fan sinks back down on him – at times subtly enough that she really needs to focus on his sky blue pixels and look for it. It’s as if his voice sounds different too, moans coming out more crushed and distorted. She’s downright mesmerized by it.
What she does notice immediately, though, is when Mephone’s suddenly staring right back at her. His eyes are tinged with something akin to hesitant want, making her brows rise up.
“Hmm?” she hums low, grateful for an excuse to lean closer to the incredible machine before her. “Tell me what you want.”
“Can you kiss me,” he blurts out at her.
She glances at Fan, who’s slowed his movements just to focus his eyes on the pair, enthralled – and wastes no more time to lean down, pressing her lips to Mephone’s.
Fan has described kissing Mephone to Test Tube before, but nothing beats feeling for herself. He parts his lips for her with an inviting desperation, letting out a drawn-out, needy whine that she muffles as she slips her tongue inside him. His mouth is warm, even warmer than the rest of him, almost radiating off heat and making her only greedy for more, turning one kiss into many, separating for nothing but air in between.
“T– Test Tube,” Mephone mumbles against her mouth eventually, clearly embarrassed by his state but too far gone to care. He can’t seem to stay still, panting heavily and trying to buck his hips up into Fan. “It’s not– not enough.”
Test Tube hums. She should probably be feeling a pang of disappointment at her invention’s failing sufficiency – that would certainly be, if she hadn’t been secretly waiting for something like this. After all, she always comes prepared for everything.
“I was afraid this was going to happen,” Test Tube says, leaning away from Mephone. “That the stimulation wouldn’t be enough for someone as needy as you are. Now, what should I do with you?”
“Pl– Please,” Mephone gasps out weakly.
The mechanical stutter in his voice shouldn’t be as arousing as it is, making her bite her lip with intrigued delight. Now this, she could get used to.
“Didn’t quite catch that.”
“Please,” Mephone groans again, not even hesitating for a moment, all shyness gone in wake of his desperation. He adds quietly, stumbling over his distorted words: “T– Touch me.”
“So obedient,” Test Tube nearly purrs out, smiling. “You could learn some manners from him, Fan.”
Fan whimpers at that, but Test Tube doesn’t miss how his length twitches excitedly, leaking more slick onto Mephone’s lower half. It almost makes her want to wrap her hand around the poor thing and give him a bit of relief – almost. She’s got something that’s a hundred times better on her mind, pushing every other thought urgently to the side.
“Don’t worry,” Test Tube coos at Fan, hand slipping down to rub at his lower half, still deliberately avoiding his erection and smirking at the way he struggles. “I have something for the both of you. You’ve been good enough to deserve a little reward.”
It takes her great mental fortitude to pull her hands away from them but she does it, leaving the two on their own ministrations for a second as she buries her face in her bag again. She rummages around it with such impatient fervor that it’s in record time that she rises back up once more.
What she’s pulled out with her is a magic wand. Both pairs of eyes snap onto it with a well-matched, hungry eagerness.
“I think it’s time for a new kind of experiment,” Test Tube muses out loud, flicking the vibrator over its lower settings and right onto the highest one. She savors the glimpse of fearful arousal that flashes over both of their faces as she brings the thing somewhere behind Fan, completely out of their sight. “Let’s see how much you two can really handle.”
When she moves her hand to close the remaining inches and press it boldly against the entrance of Mephone’s charging port, the reactions she gets are instantly gratifying.
She’s always wondered where a creation like Mephone could be most sensitive, and by the sound of him, it seems like she just hit the jackpot. One of his hands twists into the sheets while the other shoots up to cover his mouth, trying to muffle the obscene moan that gets ripped out of him almost forcefully. It makes Test Tube frown, stare at him with pointed intent – she’d grab his wrist and pull that hand away herself, if only she could reach from here – but Mephone obliges as soon as he gets the message, submits to her as if it was second nature already, taking his palm away and burying it in the sheets as well, on the other side of his body.
To Test Tube’s relief, Mephone isn’t the only one who’s able to feel it. In fact, Fan is so overwhelmed by the sudden surge of sensation that he goes silent and freezes in place entirely, not able to do anything but hold onto Mephone’s sides and roll his eyes back at the powerful vibrations coursing into him.
“Fan,” Test Tube reminds, quick and without mercy. “I didn’t tell you to stop moving.”
Her voice seems to register in Fan’s head, pull him back into reality a little, and he takes in a gasp of air that turns into an almost painful-sounding whine, as his hips jerk and he sinks down onto the strap as a result. Test Tube doesn’t give him any time to breathe, though, keeps the vibrator right where it’s pressed firmly against Mephone, because Fan is doing so good, so good for her, taking everything she and Mephone are giving him.
“Good boy,” she breathes out, doesn’t even realize she’s said it before Fan’s body contorts as he comes with a loud, drawn-out keen, completely untouched by anyone. He spills himself all over Mephone’s screen, and Test Tube makes sure to get every last drop out of him as his orgasm washes over him in waves.
But she doesn’t take the vibrator away, not yet, because Mephone still hasn’t finished – and even though she doesn’t even know if he can, she’ll sure as hell try to make him.
“Please, I–” Fan whimpers after he’s caught his breath enough, still barely coherent as the aftershocks of his orgasm fade and make way for a wave of overstimulation. “I– I–”
His reaction is so delicious that Test Tube is not physically able to keep her hands off her own arousal anymore, getting off the only goal in her mind now, making her strokes turn hurried and sloppy. “I know…know you can take it. Be good for me and take it.”
And take it he does. Test Tube twists the vibrator against the sensitive edges of Mephone’s charging port unrelentingly, making Mephone whimper unbelievably high, legs thrashing against the sheets and voice glitching out wildly as his screen hangs onto its pixels for dear life. Somehow Test Tube can tell that he’s going to come, and so she doesn’t let up on jamming the vibrator against him firmly, tilting it so it’s pressed partially into the inner wall of his hole until his moan cuts off and his blissed-out face flickers with a glitch, before freezing entirely into place.
The sight is absolutely incredible, the two of them completely ruined by her and only her, and it’s enough for her to finally tip over the edge as well, a long, pleased groan escaping her mouth as she empties herself on top of Mephone’s frozen screen. The stripes of her come mix in with Fan’s own.
For the next few moments, the only sound in the room is the uneven, heavy breathing that’s coming out of all three of them at once. Even Mephone seems to be taking in air through his mouth, laying dead still on the bed with his eyes rolled back towards the ceiling. Test Tube swears she can hear his internal fans whirring with a desperate speed, trying to keep his system running.
Fan looks dazed out of his mind, as well. He holds himself up with trembling hands leaning against Mephone’s screen and pants heavily, still sitting down with the entirety of the other’s artificial length inside him. There are wet streaks running down his face, under his blissed-out, glassy eyes.
“Oh my goodness,” he manages to croak out under his breath.
“You alright?” Test Tube asks quickly, softening her voice into something warm and concerned. Her hand strokes gently along Fan’s back. “Both of you.”
“More than alright,” Fan is just as quick to confirm.
He lets out a light chuckle while Test Tube huffs and thumbs the remaining tears out of his eyes. When she’s done, he leans forward to catch her lips in a brief, lazy kiss.
His gaze seems to focus when they part, locking onto Mephone’s still unmoving, glitch-riddled screen. He turns back to Test Tube, a barely contained, amused smirk tugging on his lips now.
“We…might have to restart him.”
Test Tube stares back at him in baffled silence. She feels her mouth curling into a smile as well, at the sheer absurdity of it. She’s just managed to make Mephone have some sort of system malfunction.
They reboot him together. Test Tube watches with a great deal of curiosity as Fan works on him and explains the steps to her, gentle but confident hands sliding over his buttons as he demonstrates. Test Tube tries to be just as thoughtful with her movements when it’s her turn to try.
To her relief, a familiar hue of blue greets them with its dim, pleasing glow.
“Hey there,” Fan leans close and hums to Mephone, so quietly that Test Tube barely hears him. The intimacy of it makes her heart flutter a little.
Mephone’s disoriented eyes focus on the other eventually. He seems to mumble something soft back, almost smiling, before his eyes make the mistake of trailing down on his own screen, the glass of it coated almost entirely with slowly drying fluids from the other two. His brow twitches as he sighs out weakly.
“Seriously…”
Fan barks out a lighthearted laugh and tackles Mephone sluggishly, too giddy to mind the state of the other. He presses their bodies together tightly and uncaringly, smearing everything that’s between them on himself as well, wrapping his arms around the other and aiming for his mouth.
Mephone grumbles something with feigned disgust but doesn't try to push him away, eventually muffled by Fan’s lips on his own. Test Tube watches them clinging onto each other, an aftershock of arousal jolting somewhere in her from the obscene mess they’re making. God, and he’s even still inside him.
But as soon as the jolt comes, it goes, and a wave of overwhelming exhaustion takes over in its place.
Mephone snaps his fingers and a damp washcloth hits Fan square in the face. Fan peels it off his smirk and doesn’t stop giggling to himself as he runs it gently over the slowly drying mess on the other’s screen.
After deeming that they’re able to take care of each other, Test Tube sighs and lets herself fall on her back next to the pair’s fussing. She stares at the ceiling with lidded eyes as a thoroughly satiated smile spreads on her face. “I guess you could call this a success.”
She can’t think of anywhere else she’d rather be.
The other two crawl over eventually, clean and separated from each other at once, pressing themselves against her from each side. They fall asleep in a lump of tangled limbs together, on top of the undone sheets.