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Angel couldn't stop thinking about Harley Sawyer's bodies.
They were creepy, hot and hypnotizing in the same time. Monstrous but attractive. And absolutely fascinating.
So, when they had took a break and Harley started to examine himself and even dismantle his body into spare parts, Angel stood up in front of him with a pretty awkward look. This look became more awkward when Harley opened up the big cube detail on his groin, showing the tangled bundle of wires inside of it. Angel shuddered, quickly licking his lips.
"Do you feel anything? I mean... In this body?" Angel asked cautiously, hardly pushing every word through his clenched teeth.
"My senses have been greatly dulled since you destroyed my brain," Doctor sighed. "However, the digital copy of it works properly and I can still feel something by my hands — texture, temperature. Also... My wires," Sawyer sighed again. "My wires were making me feel pain. Every single of its. Especially when they were twisted, tangled, when they touched each other... And I could not do anything with it. The only possible way to relieve me of this pain was turn it inside out fully. Program for a feeling of pleasure, to make them affect completely different parts of my brain. And I did it. So now, down here," with a sigh he pointed to his groin, "it is nothing but a prostate."
Angel blushed from these words and involuntarily looked straight on Harley's groin.
"You seem to be ve-e-ery interested in that," Harley asked snidely, seeing Angel's reaction. "Oh, do you think I didn't notice how you was shaking during our last meeting? Not because of fear, but because of lust. Even right now..." Sawyer said with a smile and Angel blushed harder. "I can't say I understand your passion fully. But, you see..." Harley said slowly. "In any other case I would already killed you," The Doctor whispered with skewed red eye. "You are so lucky that I don't mind," he added incredibly calmly. His eye turned into it's normal condition and Sawyer suddenly toppled over on his back, loudly hitting his pelvis and spine on the table. "Moreover, I share your feelings. They are really welcomed."
Angel swallowed nervously. All these words, and this offer, and this seductive pose of him with spreaded legs and opened that part... It was too, too attractive.
"You wanted this, am I right?"
Angel nodded quickly and Harley grabbed his waist, leaning Angel to him.
"Such a pervert... Well, to be honest — we both are," Harley whispered. "Even though I don't need to stimulate this organ anymore — quite pathetic, ha, don't you think?.." he chuckled almost sadly. "But it would be very interesting just to feel it once again," Harley added attractively. "Especially with you. Come on, Angel. Give us a pleasure."
Angel sighed briefly, nodded and started to take off his pants. There he finally felt how hard his dick already was, and guy started to shake more strongely. Angel glanced sideways at The Doctor and saw how his eye took a mocking mood. The heat that gripped Angel's body went fully to his stomach. He swallowed again, starting slowly touch himself, biting his lip and staring at the Harley's groin, full of closely intertwined wires. The thing that Harley provided perhaps wasn't really safe but, well, Sawyer has never been taking care of Angel's safety. Even now. However, Angel stopped thinking about this really fast, when he quietly whimpered, feeling, how wet his hand is. Right after that Harley pulled his waist abruptly, drawing him closer to himself.
"Enough," he ordered hoarsely. "Take me."
Angel weakly nodded, grabbing his thin hips and slowly started to penetrate into the bundle of wires.
They both shuddered when the Angel's dick touched the Harley's wires. Sawyer's body arched with a creak and Harley groaned with a distorted quiet voice:
"M-m-mh, A-angel, conti-inue..."
Angel's palms sweat from this low, broach, almost humiliating moan, and he immediately plunged deeper, knocking out loud moan from Harley's speakers:
"Ah-h, yes!" And Sawyer's eye quickly rolled back in a emotion of enjoyment.
Angel moaned in unison, surprisly feeling, how warm the wires were and how easily the wet glans was sliding along the wires. Angel changed the position of the left hand, grabbing the back of Harley's monitor, slowly penetrating more deeply into him during this.
"Mh-h, yes, ye-es, d-don't stop..." Harley implored, rising up his hips and grabbed the Angel's back.
Angel obediently started to rhythmically moving inside Sawyer. His monitor was slowly heating up under Angel's hand and Angel groaned, clinging to the monitor more tightly.
Sawyer sounded more and more louder with every single move. The sense of almost overstimulation of his wired prostate was incredible, it felt even better then he had experienced before, even hotter then his mind could create but it still wasn't enough. Harley wanted much more and couldn't get it. His moans turned into groans, his begs turned into cries.
"Ah-h, ah, Angel, please, faster, ah, I beg you, ah-h, faster!.."
Angel hardly smiled through his own pleasant whining. The Doctor Harley Sawyer, the one, who has been threating him all the time and who had tried to kill him several times, now spread out under him and begged him to fuck him fast, recklessly and wildly... Oh, how hot it was... Angel gasped, shuddered and started moving faster — niffty at first (for fear of pulling the wires too hard), but then more and more boldly with every new Harley's groan.
All that Angel's shiver in an instant turned into big, sharp jolts. Harley's ringing clang and unshamely loud moans, full of endorsement and excitment now, literally stuck in Angel's dizzy head, while he was sobbing in answer, feeling with a enjoyment, how Harley was digging his fingers into Angel's back and greedily skewering himself on hot dick, massaging it by his wires, slippery from Angel's pre-cum.
Harley knew, that down below it was wet not only because of Angel's liquid, but also because of his melted technical lubrication, that leaked down from his electronic boards, and it it turned Sawyer on even stronger, making him heating up more and more.
They both wanted to feel this almost forever as they both finally got what they wanted for so long; but Angel cummed, pushing his dick fully into Sawyer and moaned quietly, making Harley to cry out, rise his pelvis as high as he could and then lower it down with a long, satisfied, distorted groan.
"A-a-a-h-h... Ah-h... It wa-as..." Harley murmured, still holding Angel's back to make him stay inside him.
"D-did you like it?" Angel asked quietly.
"I liked it by my every single wire, germ," The Doctor said slowly and Angel blushed; his hips trembled, a bit moving out dick from the cube detail. The Harley's eye expanded. "Stay here!" he exclaimed almost menacingly.
"Please, I-I need a break... I'll return it later, I promise..." Angel whispered paintively and Harley let him out with a sigh.
Angel pulled out the dick with a smacking sound and frozen, holding The Doctor's knees and trying to catch his breath. The pink dick was full almost covered in cum and transparent silicone lubricant.
"It's quite okay..." Harley murmured hardly hiding his chuckle, seeing how worried Angel is about lubricant. "It won't hurt your skin."