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What: Silly in costume fornications
When: After the cited thread.
Warnings and Notes: Continued from here. Related to things at
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hearts_andmindsData stood, loosely releasing Avon's hands to go to the front door... and proceed to lock it. And then to the windows to make sure the blinds were properly closed and even the windows were sealed.
And then back over to the bed, where he attempted that smug smirk again and tossed his hat off to the side.
If he was going to repair Avon's ego, it seemed only rational that he should do so by paying intense attention to him. Every part of him, with thorough detail rather than utilizing masterfully manipulative skill.
He went back to the closet and grabbed the one element of the costume he hadn't included; a length of rope. If anyone knocked on the door, they were going to be politely dismissed (or rudely, depending on the technician's opinions concerning the situation).
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The inability to take control, even of his own body, was arousing...it was also a little frightening. And perhaps that was part of the appeal. His eyes widened and his breathing became ragged.
How could he have not painted that form?
He sat up so he was kneeling between his legs, both ignoring him and taunting him more by undoing the tie to his outfit, and unbuttoning his shirt and vest at a very logical, typical human speed.
"Not that I don't...appreciate the view," he gasped, "but I really think you're trying to kill me..."
But he didn't. He only unbuttoned the vest and shirt and let them hang loosely open, unstrapped his gunbelt to toss to the side, and undid his pants. Oh yes, he could go faster. But Avon wasn't asking him. He was merely noting his discomfort with Data's lack of speed in unwrapping himself.
...Perhaps he was missing the point again?... Well, he would have to wait until he was instructed otherwise, wouldn't he?
He gently ran the back of his fingers over Avon's cock, petting it lightly as he loomed over him half undone; and making no offers to do any more yet.
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.
"Now," he breathed, "please..."
He kept his angle even so that each strike would send a pang of pleasure up through Avon's body, simultaneously sending jolts of sensation through his own.
He lowly muttered how wonderful he felt, how attractive he was, how much he loved the man beneath him. He handled him both roughly and carefully, pushing his limits of what Avon could take as he drove into him, but taking great care with every response and noise from the man to be aware of what he was doing.
He tried to warn that he couldn't hold on for much longer but the words trapped in his throat and came out as a choked-off cry.
Data thrust one last time, holding him and stroking him through it. His brow furrowed and lips went slack as he allowed himself to teeter over the edge- to give in to the heat and pressure and words of the man beneath him. His whole body jolted with release, and he buried his face against his neck to hide his reaction.
He had never been so shattered by sex, emotionally or physically. It was as much as he could do remember how to breathe.
The word was insufficient. He wondered if it was possible to express exactly what he felt. Spoken language was so awkward. If only he could communicate more directly - more like a machine, in a language so complex and precise it defied words. "It was...a little overwhelming. In the most wonderful way, I assure you."
How to say that the act of trust in allowing himself to be tied up, physically controlled, was something he had never done before, despite his wide and varied experience? Despite his much-bragged-about intellect Avon was a tactile, physical man; he expressed in gestures, in action, what he often failed to put across in words. To be physically restrained, especially by someone so much stronger and faster than he was, meant something he couldn't find the words to explain.
It would have to suffice that he indeed didn't hurt him, and he slowly untangled himself from Avon's legs, shifting to lay beside of him and rest his hand on his chest. His gaze was ever-affectionate (if curious, sometimes), and after that display of strength his own actions spoke with the gentle rub of his thumb over Avon's heart.
"I was concerned. It was my first time restraining someone... for that purpose..." He shifted and trailed off, wiping at Avon's eye just as tenderly.
"This was a profound experience for me - a level of trust I didn't think I was capable of, with anyone. I didn't expect it to be quite so...intense, emotionally." He leaned forward to brush his lips against Data's. "Most of the relationships I have experienced before involved power, control, manipulation. It has been...difficult for me to learn that not all love comes down to a struggle for dominance." He smiled again, with a touch of rare self-deprecation. "I hope you realise just how much you have taught me about humanity, Data."
At least he knew in his efforts to be more human, that he'd actually succeeded in being a good one.
"I would give you whatever you required... you should not be afraid to ask." He leaned in, hugging his arms around Avon and rolling him back onto his back to kiss him.
Rarely quiet. Obviously thinking deeply. It took him a bit to speak.
"You also give me real purpose. You make me a person."
He looked a little unhappy at being unable to explain, his emotions fumbling. They were still expanding, still growing. And they didn't allow for him to describe that he had always worked with Avon. From the very start, he had been at least as important as a member of the Enterprise bridge crew. Here he constantly struggled to impress people, and Avon made him feel accepted. "I do need you for that."