And Data obliged him, twisting his hand to grab him more firmly; fingers wrapping tightly around his shaft and stroking him. He covered his mouth with his other hand, shutting his eyes as he filled his palm with lubricant.

Pulling himself free and sliding his slick hand down his own length, he leaned in almost close enough to kiss. Almost.

He positioned himself, pressing his head against his entrance again, hips steadied to push in as soon as Avon gave the word.