Dim light creeps in through the split spaces of the curtains separating the showers from the rest of the bathroom, all onto Sun, now transforming into Moon.
You study his bare frame, his legs most noticeably since you literally have never seen them before besides blueprints. You snap out of it, and dart up to his face. They're a distraction for later, but for now, you'll admire how Sun's rays retract into his faceplate one by one, Moon's body bleeding into blue and white from vibrant yellow. Half of Sun's face darkens into a crescent, and once the rays are fully retracted, up slips a nightcap over the top of Moon's head.
That's what you forgot.
The whirring of mechanical parts cease as his eyes flip over. Given the light level, the glow from his pinpricks are supposed to be white, but you swear for a second they flash crimson red as he stares down at you.
They'd stay that way if he didn't want to savor your pretty little colors.
Moon's arm slowly returns to his side from the lightswitch, the switch now cracked a little. He begins to slouch as his smile widens, his teeth showing ever so slightly, making your heart jump a little.
"..Oh." You relax, still recovering from what mess Sun left you in. You rub at the claw marks on your thigh, trickling bits of blood down the side. The hickeys on your neck burn a little hotter than the rest of your body, still red with heat.
You recognize the position you're in, naked and exposed. You reflexively cross your legs once your brain unfogs, obviously flustered despite Moon likely watching in anticipation the entire time.
You steady your breathing, and wait for his move.
He steps toward you until he's at your feet. He stays there for a couple seconds, staring down at you, smiling as his faceplate rotates ever so slightly.
Suddenly, he's over you. In a flash, his arms trap you on either side, his body over yours. The air is noticeable colder.
"..Pretty little Limelight.." His voice vibrates in your chest.
"You forgot a piece.. Why don't you take it?" He lowers his face to you, eyelids hooded and his smile smug.
You hum, reaching up to his faceplate, but not for the cap.
You caress the edge of his face before pulling him down.
He gives in for just a second, biting your lip as you feel his sharp teeth. But then he growls. A low rumbling from his chest, and he pulls away, leaving you empty.
"..Naughty naughty.. nono, you'll earn that soon enough. For now, we have a mess to clean up, don't we?~" He backs onto his knees, on either side of your legs, and his eyes flicker red for a split second once more.
You whine. "..M-Moon.."
You hate to admit, but you want him already.
"..Come on, Starlight. Take the nightcap, and we'll get started." He leans forward, sneaking a hand under your back, awaiting your shared effort to sit you up.
You pout, but oblige. As soon as you sit up, he's practically hovering above your lap on his knees, his hand on your back still supporting you a little. You look up at him and press a hand to his tummy, preparing to reach for his nightcap.
He arches back, away from your touch, and a funny noise escapes his voice box.
Your hand stays where it was, and you watch him in surprise. He takes a second to recover, and as his eyes meet yours, he composes himself and hums, hoping to disregard the reaction.
"..You okay..? Moonie..?" Your hand slowly approaches his tummy again, but he grabs it.
He growls. "..I said, nightcap, Starlight.. Mmh, rulebreaker.. Play niceee~" He releases your hand, giving you a second chance.
Your head tilts a little, having leaned back to meet his eyes, supported by your arm on the ground and his hand against your back that has finally returned after the jolt. "Did.. did that hurt? I.. sorry if it did, I didn't know."
He hums, denying the assumption. "Mmnh-Mh. Not.. hurt.. Quiet.." And he seems frustrated. "..Nightcap, little star." He lowers his face to yours, offering the easy bait.
You smile, a little too deviously given his eyes brightening and eyelids raising. "..Hah, did.. did it tickle..? Did it.. feel good?"
He takes your hand, and reaches the other to remove his nightcap, placing it aggressively in your palm. The fluffy star-shaped end dangles off the side.
"..I will show you what feels good, Starlight.. Once you earn it." His smile returns, and he backs up onto his feet, reaching a hand out for yours.
You giggle, and throw the nightcap to the laundry basket, it barely hitting its target and dangling off the side. You stare up at him for a second, him looking a little funny without his cap, yet still admirable. You take his hand, and he gently helps you up.
"..So very lucky you're fragile, so delicate.. Mmh.. Let's get you cleaned up." His hand firmly repositions to your jawline once you're stood, while he runs the others' fingers through your hair, tilting your head up to him so he can savor your fluster.
Your legs are weak, and you begin to falter, leaning into him for support. "..Hah, so.. I guess you're not gonna be r-rough with me?"
He holds you at the hips and back, and leans down to your ear. "..No."
"..Worse." His voice crackles and you feel a shiver down your back, eliciting goosebumps from either his voice, or cool hands, probably both.
You shudder, and inquisitively hum. He carefully guides you to the shower, supporting you since your legs are still jelly, the site of the clawmark also burning as blood drips down your thigh. It's not severe, but it's probably best to get it cleaned up..
He brushes the curtain to the side, and rests his hands on top of your shoulders behind you.
"..I don't have to be rough to ruin you, Limelight."
He walks back, retrieving the bag and setting it next to you at the edge of the shower. He turns his head to you, closing in on your ear once again, a cool hand on your shoulder. He whispers. "..Be a good little Star, and with patience, I just might show you."
You exhale sharply, and he savors your shuddering, noticing the faint goosebumps shockwave across your perfect pretty little body. "..O-Okay.."
The shower is a tiny bit larger than your one at home, and although it being dim and hard to see, there's a little seating area near the back. It's just large enough to fit both of you.
He reaches over, turning on the shower, adjusting the temperature for a second before sliding past you. He picks up the bag before proceeding, ducking under the curtain rod. He's taller than the showerhead standing up, but you watch as his chest trickles drops of water down his body.
He takes your hand, directing you in with him. He hums in satisfaction, before sitting on the bench, resting the bag on the side of it.
You cover yourself as much as you can with one hand, still a little shy, even after everything.
He doesn't mind, he has plenty of time to indulge in you. The warm water wetting your hair, running down in droplets as the bit of blood at your thigh washes away. Sun wouldn't do that much damage, it probably won't scar.
As you step towards him, he pulls you in, guiding your back to him, and carefully pulling you down in-between his legs. You notice the temperature difference.
"..You're warm.. now." You relax from the initial stun, and lean back into him, his head well over yours as he stares down at you.
"..Goood observation, so very smart.." He teases, reaching into the bag for body wash. You hear the lid click, and seconds later, he's lathering your back with it. His fingers dip into each sensitive spot that makes you melt into him. Cute noises escape you despite trying your hardest, and you only grow redder at his chuckling.
His fingers run over your shoulders, into that little spot between your neck and them, over the hickeys, back down along either side of your spine, following it until he reaches your waist. He's too good at this, and he constantly has to adjust you from reflexively shuddering in a random direction. "Ha-ah, M-Moon.."
He wraps his hands around to your front. "..Who's ticklish now..? Mmh, be still."
You try your best, but he's intentionally trying to entice a reaction from you. He gets many. The noises you make are irresistible. He intentionally glides along your ribs like a feather, and they ache a little less in response. His hands feel cooler.
He 'cleans' your chest for a bit longer than needed. Your hands hold at his as he presses cool fingers against your nipples, squeezing them ever so slightly. He's warm, except for his hands all of a sudden..? Fuck.
"M-Moon, come.. come on.. A-ah.." You whine.
He hums, looming over your head. "Doing sooo good so far, Starlight~. Don't mess it up now.. nono.."
At least his hands warm up again.
You steady your breathing as he plays with your tiny arms in comparison to his - able to wrap his hands around them with ease. He lathers you down with soap, massaging your hands when he gets to them, rubbing into your palms that you never knew could feel so relaxing.
He doesn't leave your skin, gliding against it to where he wants to go next instead, which now, is your tummy.
Soap bubbles form against your glossy skin, and your tummy begins to warm again. He's playing too carefully with you.
He knows exactly what he's doing - slowly rubbing along your lower tummy, to your waist, hips, he uses the slippery soap to press you up a little and clean your butt, which you squeak from, of course. He avoids the spot that'd worsen your heat, meticulously rubbing your thighs, making sure to disinfect the cut Sun left that he's definitely not a little jealous of.
Soon.
He leans a little forward, pressing into your back some more, and lifts your legs. His hands can wrap around them just as easily as your arms. He squeezes at your calves as he slides to your feet, and you can't help but break the occasional moans for a giggle. "..H-hah - ah, o-okay, chill.."
He doesn't, he needs to clean all of you. After the fight he won with ease, he double checks all the spots he might've missed, and all the spots he knows he got. "..Mmh.. You're teetering, Starlight. Be good, and I might reward you once you're clean, understand?"
You press your back firmly into his front. "Y-yeah, silly.. When do I get to clean you, though..?"
He hums.. "We can handle ourselves, we just wanted to play with you.~" He reaches up and adjusts the showerhead to spray the both of you, rinsing away the soap, and wetting your hair fully. He returns it to its original position, and grabs the shampoo.
You whine, recovering from the spray. "..Not fair."
He squeezes some shampoo into his palm, and begins massaging your head. "..Mhm, close your eyes."
You'll clean him. One way or another. Maybe.
He eventually rinses out the shampoo, moving onto the conditioner, making sure not to lather anywhere near your scalp. "..Mmh, this has to sit for a couple minutes.. You've been good so far, little star."
He reaches over to rinse off his hands under the showerhead, returning to collect some more body wash. His hands creep around your waist, and make contact on your lower tummy. You're warm.
"..Y-yeah? I've been good, huh..?" You watch as his fingers gently, slowly, rub down closer and closer.
"..Barely." He cleans around your heat, not touching exactly where you want him to. It's probably not the best idea to with body wash though.. you just wish he'd stop toying with you.
You still get worked up, a little too quickly. Blood rushes, your heart-rate increases, your breathing grows further erratic. You whine. Your chest sinks into your tummy before jumping straight back up with electricity.
"..Moon.. Please.." You reach your hand up from where it rested on Moon's leg, almost touching yourself, but not before his hand wraps around yours.
His voice crackles. "Rulebreaker." His hand around your wrist is scarily familiar, at least it's arguably a good kind of discomfort this time.
He guides your needy little hand back to his legs, before carefully rinsing his own under the water and adjusting the showerhead to spray down onto you. It hits there, and you mistakenly slip out a little moan.
He relieves the showerhead to its middle position, off of you. "..Naughty.. So easy to play with, yeess.." His hands rub at your thighs, squeezing. His voice vibrates in his chest against your back, him intentionally emanating it from his mouth right next to your ear. "..Sweet little doll~. Mmh, do you think you've been good?"
His hands creep between your legs, literally centimeters away. His tongue slithers out, and licks against your cheek, it burning somehow hotter than your blush.
You whine. "..Ah, y-yeah.. Moon, you got me clean.. I did good, r-right? C'mon.."
He jolts to your shoulder, biting it, his hands retracting to your chest. "Wrong."
You squeak. "M-Moon!"
His mouth doesn't leave you, only carefully sliding a little closer to your neck, to the opposite side which Sun claimed. He bites, he grinds, he sucks. You feel his tongue, so smooth, so sticky, licking against your skin. If only it was there again.
You're leaking.
Your hands attempt to relieve yourself once more, but he stops them just in time, restraining them to your upper chest like handcuffs, both of your wrists wrapped just around his palm. His other hand presses your neck back into him. "..Patience."
You plead. "P-Please, I.. I've been trying, r-really.. Moon.."
He chuckles. "..Having you tried being less fun to tease?" He pulls away from your neck with an indecent smack of his lips. The sticky saliva-like substance is literally dripping down your shoulder, or maybe that's just a little blood. Or both.
"W-wha!?" He lifts your hands above your head, resting them there firmly with one hand.
"..Wanna see a magic trick, Starlight?"
Your chest heaves, the mess between your thighs aches, your tummy flutters with necessity for relief. "..I.. M-Moon.."
Your mouth is sticky with hot saliva producing in excess as your body overheats, lips parted to breathe easier, eyes hooded in exhaustion of his toying. He doesn't give you a second to answer, you just watch as his free hand creeps up your stomach, gently onto your chest, and over a nipple.
It.
Fucking.
Vibrates.
His head cranes around yours to savor the expression on your face. He needs to see you.
You yelp and arch into his chest. He only does it for a second, but holy shit did you not expect that.
You take a second to recover. But.. now you're further pent up. You breaths are even more erratic, and your face..
"..You're so very red, Limelight~. Cute little thing.. Mmh.."
You collapse your head back into him, and look over into his eyes. Your expression is needy.. longing for him. It makes his core feel funny. He likes it. A lot.
"..M-Moon, wh-ah, p-please.." Your throat is tight, your tummy is burning. You're gonna die if you're denied him any longer. His smug grin and flickering red eyes every so often do little to alleviate your worry.
Luckily, he pities you. Just a little..
"Shhh.. Mmh, not quite.. yet..~" He leans in after relaxing the hands he has hold of down to your tummy, so very close to relief, yet he doesn't let go.
He knows if he pulls that trick again, you'll melt and die, so for now, he just wants to taste you.. while he still can. Your eyes hood, and his teeth bite your lip. It's not relief, you're descending into more of a mess. You won't refuse it though, you don't want to.
His tongue enters your mouth, and his free hand presses you into him. He's flexible enough to bend around and kiss you from the side, thankfully not having to strain your neck much at all. Sticky, sticky saliva.
Blue raspberry.
Your hands struggle a little, but cease as his tongue fills your mouth, almost reaching your throat. You take it as a warning. But.. maybe passing out would be preferable than dealing with this torture.
You kiss him back just as aggressively, you need something, and this is all he's deciding to give you. You'll take it, you'll take what you can get. Sticky saliva builds with your warmth.
"..Sososo sweet.. Good.. Good little doll~. Mmh.." He chuckles.
And pulls out.
He savors how you lead yourself into him, not wanting him to leave. How pitiful you look realizing he's gone, how a mix of both of your saliva drips down your chin.
His hand left your face too, you soon realize as you're sprayed with water, washing away the conditioner in your hair. It's jarring, but snaps you out of your trance a little at least.
All done.
He grins. "..Mmh, whaaaat now, Starlight? Oh, it seems like I'm out of ideas..~ Do you think you've been patient enough..? Gooooood enough..?"
You're still exhausted, breaths rapid as you melt into his torso. You close your eyes and pout. "..Moon.. I.. Please.. I-I can't take this anymore.. r-really!"
Your bottom lip is practically quivering, and the bubble in your throat builds. He can hear the need in your voice, maybe just a tiny bit longer..~
He leans into you as his hands take both of your wrists, and positions them onto each of his bare upper legs. "..Stay.. Mmmh.. Do you think you've been good enough, Limelight..?"
Your hands grip his legs. "Y-yes!"
One of his hands wrap around you, cupping your chin, facing it to him so you can't look away out of embarrassment, the other slowly glides down your midsection, meeting your tummy as the muscles twitch in response. "..Good.. And what do you want in return..?"
You look at him just for a second, his grin teasing you. "..P-please.. this.. t-this is embarrassing.."
He places his head just a little over your shoulder to whisper into your ear. "..Mmmh, I don't know what you want, Starlight, you need to use your words."
You're burning up, his hand has stopped right above where you need it to go. You whine, and don't respond for a second.
He vibrates his fingers, not quite in the right spot.
It only takes a second. You yelp, and compose yourself before he feels tempted to tease you further. "J-just.. Gosh, Moon, t-touch me, okay!?"
Vibration.
"Where?"
You whine. "Wha-Aah, M-Moon! I.. Fuck! I.. I want you to make me c-cum, a-alright!? Please!"
You try your best to look away, you feel filthy despite having just taken a shower. He doesn't budge. You're burning.
"Language." He leans into your face.
He chuckles, and it reverberates throughout your body in sync with his hand vibrating in-between your legs.
You immediately tense, pushing back into him as much as you can, one hand on his at your heat, the other squeezing the edge of his faceplate to your lips as his tongue enters your mouth once again.
Your heart is pounding almost as loud as Moon's fans are whirring, this time, he can't regulate his temperature manually. He's out of control just as much as you are now.
Your tummy jumps with shockwaves as your toes curl and legs squeeze to hold him in place. Your hand helps, but it's starting to feel fuzzy.
You moan, even in his mouth, even as his tongue is so far down your throat, it blocks of your airways in a familiar light-headed sensation. His tongue is so smooth, his saliva so sweet - you're so close, and you do not care.
But, he pulls out. His hand stops vibrating against you. He freezes for a second.
He didn't just stop in mischief, studying your vitals and realizing you're about to climax..
"..W-why.. Why'd you stop..? M-Moon, wha-ah." You struggle to catch your breath, devastated he's still torturing you.
"..Mmmmh.." He giggles. "..Wendy is back.. In the main entrance to the Plex.."
You lock eyes with him, his focus returning to you instead of the entrance's live camera footage Sun notified him about.
You whine, and press on his hand. "..H-hurry.."
His grin widens, teeth baring, he chuckles. "..Risky little star.. Naughty naughty.. Mmmmh~" He leans to your neck.
And he resumes.
"A-ah.." He bites onto your neck, close to your shoulder. The butterflies in your tummy return, and he's not only vibrating against your heat this time.~
You rut against him just as much as he's moving his hand against you, still holding it with your own, guiding it, even as it grows staticky. "..M-Moon! A-ah, d-don't st-stop.. feels.."
"..Mmh, she's in the hallway.. outside the Daycare gates~.." He updates ever so smugly.
Tears trickle at your eyes as energy builds between your legs. "..H-Hah, don't.. don't stop!.. S-so close.."
His tongue against your neck mixes with the blood provoked by his teeth. Your throat tightens, your legs feels numb.
Time doesn't exist.
Your head feels funny.
"..M-Moon.. A-hah, M-Moonie! H-h-ah, don't.. don't s-stop! M-MooNN!-"
You're there, you're shuddering. He bites down harder, feeling you cum against him. Your ribs sting a little with each breath you stutter, even more so at how you feel him still not letting up.
"Stairs."
He's still going, like you didn't just climax, like Wendy isn't about to be outside the lower Daycare doors.
"..A-AH! M-MooNN, aH-hAH- F-FucK-!"
He covers your mouth. His eyes flicker red as he grins.
You cum again.
You're spasming against him, and only when you recover a few seconds later does he relent. "..Mmh, good, little star. Stay."
He carefully adjust you onto the bench, letting you catch yourself and rest against the wall, slowly returning from the fuzziness in your head and the heat between your legs.
You barely notice him exit the shower, you're still coming back from the fog.
You catch a breath. "..M-Moonieee.."
He's not with you.
Moon gently placed you down after escaping from behind you, allowing you to come down from your high in the most comfortable position he could manage given the urgency.
He swiped past the shower curtains after quickly rinsing off his hands and face, not bothering to turn off the water after. He dashes to the towel, and dries off as much as he can before sliding into his pants - still in Sun's mode. It's enough to be presentable at least.
He quickly brushes past the curtains that separate the shower room from the bathroom, and steps into the light. He chuckles a little before losing control, realizing Sun will have to deal with this.
Sun is jarred for a little longer than usual given the situation, he looks back, then forward. Hesitantly, he makes his way past the sink and stalls, forward to the bathroom door.
Wendy is at the lower wooden Daycare doors, calling out for Sun and his little Sunflower that's currently recovering from cumming twice in the showerroom behind him. He nervously presses the door open, and greets Wendy.
"..H-hey! Friend, W-Wendy! Is there something you need..?" He fidgets with his hands, usually alternating to his ribbons on his wrists, except this time, he doesn't have any on. He jolts a little hearing the bathroom door close behind him.
Wendy turns around, smiling with a duffle bag in her hand. "Oh! Hey Sun, didn't expect ya over there, bud. Uh, where's your little engineer friend?"
She approaches Sun to greet him in the space that leads to the breakroom, supply closet, and bathrooms.
Sun backs up a little, his rays spinning anxiously as he guards the door behind him. "..O-oh, u-uhm, they! A-are busy, yesyes.. Bathroom.."
Wendy slows a couple feet in front of Sun before stopping, lowering the bag to the floor. She stares at him, up and down, encouraging Sun's nervousness further. "..Sooooo, they're helping you change, huh?"
Sun looks down at himself, mocking surprise. "O-oh, yesyes, very.. kind, of them.. Weren't finished, nono.. B-but we can give it to them when.. they.."
She grins. "When they what, hm?"
Sun's rays freeze, and his fans kick on, unfortunately he's not overheating enough to evaporate the water droplets remaining on him.
He looks around, avoiding eye contact. "W-when, uh.. o-oh.. t-they.. MmmhHH.. b-bathroom.. We were.. cleaning, yes! C-cleaning.."
He grasps at his rays, clutching them while staring into the ground, hunched over a little. He's caught.
Wendy notices his discomfort. "Woah, hey bud, calm down. You're alright, I'm.. just messing with you. I'll leave the clothes here."
Sun whines. "O-okay.."
She sighs. "..You're not in trouble, or anything. Just be a little careful, you guys have access to the cameras, and I can only delete so much before someone notices, aha."
Sun raises his head a little to look at her.
"..You're all good, I'm not gonna get you guys in trouble. Not a snitch, aha."
He's still reserved, but it's a little reassuring. "..Mmh, okay.. C-clothes.." He walks over and reaches for the duffle bag, his body language quite obviously embarrassed.
He jumps a little as she speaks again. "Plus, you tw-.. three.. are, uh, pretty cute. Stay safe, alright? Cool that you're waterproof though, the others would definitely malfunction in a shower." She giggles before turning away.
Sun is wide eyed and frozen, only staring as she turns the corner and waves goodbye for now. Moon is hysterical inside of their head, he may have encouraged Sun's anxiety a little.~
He finally snaps out of it and hurries back into the bathroom and past the divider curtain. Sun is promptly forced to give control to Moon in the dim light, which after recovering, Moon drops the bag of clothes, and swipes open the shower curtain.
You're still catching your breath, arms cross just as your legs, a little pissed, but only at how awkward it must've been for Sun.. and probably you later on. At least you could move enough to turn off the shower.
It's your turn to tease a little. Or try to.
You look up at him, and Moon seems a little tense given your expression. "..Mmh, are.. you okay, Starlight?"
You groan. "Asshole."
"Langua-" He covers his mouth, muffling the rest.
You smile a little, despite trying your best otherwise.
He hums. "..We.. uh.. got your clothes.."
You roll your eyes. "Yeah, you also have faulty sensors."
His grin returns a little, stepping into the shower, sitting next to you on the bench. "..Our sensors are just fine, Limelight. Are you okay..?"
You exhale, leaning a little over to him. Him looking down at you, genuinely concerned, weakens your banter. "Mmh.. Y-yeah. We just.. could've made that less awkward, y'know. Uh, how'd Sun do?"
He chuckles for a moment before composing himself. That's all you need to know.
Moon is quiet for a few seconds. "..We.. didn't upset you, did we?"
You turn to look him in the eyes. "We?"
He grins. "..Mmh, maybe you can ask Sun when he's out again.. Naughty.~"
Your mouth opens a little in both a little shock and amusement. "..Mmh, okay, okay.." You sigh. "..And no.. I.." You look away, red creeping up your neck. "I didn't say stop.."
Moon gently grabs your chin, facing it towards him. "..Mmh, so you're just being bratty. Bad behavior. Did I teach you nothing?~"
You're trying really hard not to grin. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"..Mmhm, looks like we just need to be a little more strict next time." He brushes your warm cheek with his thumb, back and forth.
"..Maybe you do."
You're so gonna regret that.
He smiles, stepping up, and exiting the shower. You recover from your blush for a second before following, your legs promptly giving out from under you.
Moon catches you. He guides you back to the bench, and begins drying you off with a towel, starting with your hair. "I don't think you can handle a next time, little star."
You groan. "..We'll see."
He hums in amusement.
Moon spends the next few minutes drying you, teasing you a little, being annoyingly smug. You lift yourself up, testing your legs as Moon readies to catch you. Hopefully you'll be fine.
For now you just need to get dressed.
"..Hm.. Starlight?"
You look up at him, digging through your clothes bag. "Hm?"
"..When.. when is the last time you ate..?"
Oh yeah. Bad eating habits.
Maybe you'll get something to eat too.