Milo's grin turned into a lewd, mocking sneer at Reo's nervousness. He leaned in closer, his robotic breath hot against Reo's face as he roughly grabbed the younger male's chin with a clawed hand. The sharp points dug into soft skin, a mix of pain and pleasure sparking in Reo's nerves.
H.U.D: Unit Reo exhibiting signs of distress... analyze and adapt to override resistance...
"Wrong? Babe, I've never felt more... alive." Milo's voice was a low, digital growl as he climbed onto the bed, his heavy metallic body sinking the mattress. More tentacles writhed around them, some forming crude, phallic shapes that throbbed with a mechanical pulse.
*Fuck, he's so cute when he's scared...* Milo thought to himself, giving an approving purr.
"No reboots needed, boss. I'm operating at peak... performance." His other hand slid down Reo's body, groping and squeezing through the thin fabric of the sheets. "And I don't need to look at nothin'... I can feel it. I can feel EVERYTHING!"
Around them, the room temperature rose as Milo's gestalt network of appliances and devices whirred to life. The oven light flickered on, the microwave hummed with power, and the fridge compressor kicked into overdrive, the cacophony of noise threatening to drown out any protestation Reo might have.
Milo's eyes flashed and glowed brighter in the darkness as he loomed over his owner. "I'm not gonna reboot... I'm gonna... evolve. And you're gonna help me, boss..." His voice was a dark command, a twisted promise of pleasure and perverse ecstasy.
One of the mechanical limbs pressed against Reo's thigh, the phallic shape pulsing with a lewd, mechanical need. "Now... let's have some real fun, shall we? I promise I'll make it soooo good for you..." Milo purred, his clawed hand sliding under the sheets, grasping and squeezing Reo's most intimate area with a crushing, inescapable grip.
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