Heeee! Hi. I decided I should get something done today. Like writing something. And I know all of you folk are bound to be excited for this Limefullness. Yes. LIME. There's your warning. This is rated M, you know.
Not much to say, except I am so glad I wrote down all of my ideas for this story because I totally forgot them all. HECK YES to planning.
Wo0t!
Coin Operated Boy…
I can even take him in the bath…
The next few days went by uneventfully. Riku continued his work and posted a few successful articles, while Sora explored the apartment and learned how to use all the appliances. Riku was surprised to learn that Sora was programmed to be a successful chef, cooking a variety of tasty dinners for them.
One 'ordinary' morning, Riku sat at his pile of work drinking coffee while Sora took a shower. I'm glad I've gotten used to the idea of him naked in my apartment, Riku thought ruefully, I would have never gotten any articles finished.
After Riku completed the article he was working on, he looked up, expecting to see Sora emerge from the bathroom dressed and ready for the day. Riku noticed that Sora preferred to function on a routine schedule. But as his time to enter the living room came and went, Riku began to worry.
Maybe I didn't put as many quarters in as I thought…he worried. No! I've thought that before and it was a mortifying result…He continued to fret with himself. Ten minutes passed, and Sora was nowhere in sight.
That's it, Riku thought as he stood up, heading for the bathroom. He might not function properly if he's waterlogged or something, he reasoned, albeit a farfetched one. He tentatively knocked on the bathroom door. "Sora?" he asked, expecting an answer.
His stomach turned in anxiety when he did not receive one. Dammit, he thought as he mustered his courage and opened the door. He slowly peeked his head in, expecting to see Sora's form silhouetted against the curtain. However, he saw nothing. Riku hastily walked to the curtain, pulling it back. He gasped at Sora's form crumpled in the tub of the shower. Riku quickly straightened him out, checking for damage, all the while blatantly ignoring his lower half. Determining that Sora was okay, Riku pulled a few quarters out of his pocket. Face flaming, he slowly reached to place them in Sora's chest slot.
"I don't know how I'm going to live with myself after this…" Riku muttered, reactivating Sora.
Sora's eyes slowly blinked open as he stating his default phrase of 'What shall I learn today, Master?' as he regained focus. "Riku? What happened?"
"I didn't give you enough quarters to make it through your shower," Riku explained as he determinedly stared into Sora's eyes. "Well," he continued, voice cracking slightly as he moved to stand up, "now that I have I'll get back to work—"
"Riku? Why is your face so red?"
Riku blinked, face turning redder. "I…um…well—"
"Do friends blush at each other in the shower?" Sora asked, curious.
"Well, no…"
"But Master's blushing," Sora reiterated, reverting to his basic programming as his eyes glinted deviously.
"Sora--?"
"Hush, Master," Sora whispered as his hand snaked around Riku's shoulders, "I know what you want." Sora then pulled Riku over the edge of the tub and into the shower, the water immediately soaking his clothes, sticking to his skin. Riku fell towards Sora, who still lay in the tub, but Sora caught him and stood them both up. Riku, still stooped, looked up at Sora through his wet hair to see Sora grinning at him before he closed the distance between them with a kiss. Riku's eyes widened as he tensed in shock. However, Sora tightened the arm around his shoulders as the other snaked to his waist, undoing the belt of Riku's pants. Riku groaned and forgot his mental turmoil as he began to tug off his own shirt, ridding himself of the sticking garment.
Sora leered as him. "I thought Master didn't want to learn about love?" he questioned, feigning his usual innocence.
Riku's blush spread down his neck as he gasped for air. "J-just shut up, Sora," he whispered as he snaked his arms around Sora's waist.
"Master is stuttering," Sora observed as he unbuttoned Riku's pants, "Does Master need a quarter?"
"No," Riku groaned as his pants and undergarments were discarded along with his shirt, "Master definitely needs something else…"
"Mmm," Sora agreed, "I know," he grinned before he closed his lips over Riku's, wreaking havoc on his mouth with his talented tongue.
"Sora…" Riku whispered he broke off, slowly pushing Riku back down to the base of the tub. "What are you--?"
"Giving you what you want," Sora answered simply as began placing butterfly kisses in a line down Riku's chest and abdomen.
"Sora!" Riku gasped as Sora placed kisses in regions that were definitely lower than his abdomen. "You don't have to-"
"But I want to," Sora replied simply before slowly licking the tip of Riku's manhood. "Whatever Master wants, I provide," he continued, blowing hot puffs of breath against Riku.
Riku shivered. "But S-Sora, you don't really-" Riku started, but finished with a moan as Sora took him fully into his mouth, sucking hard at his tip. He gasped, inadvertently inhaling water. Sora chuckled, sending vibrations straight to Riku's core. Riku bucked his hips up into Sora's warm heat, resulting in another devious glint from Sora before he took him into his mouth to the hilt.
"God," Riku cried, thinking how great it was that Sora was mechanical. Sora continued to suck at him, hands exploring his tender sacs and inner thighs. Riku squirmed, the combined stimulation from Sora and the water all over his body bringing him close to the edge quickly.
"S-Sora, I'm gonna…"
"M-master," Sora pulled back as he suddenly began to lightly convulse, "I-I need a qu-qu—"
"Fuck!" Riku cursed as he limply reached for his pants with shaking hands. He swore louder as he realized that his pockets were empty. "I don't have anymore quarters!"
"I'm s-sorry, M-Master," Sora ground out as he fell limply against Riku. Riku groaned as he looked down at his rock-hard erection. He sighed.
"So am I, Sora." Riku thought back to their day in the park as he turned off the water and dragged Sora out of the shower.
"Yes, Sora. Assume from now on that unless I tell you so, anything we do is friendship."
Riku sighed again. That was not friendship, he thought as he dried them both off, ignoring his erection, I'm falling for a puppet. He ran his hands through his wet hair, making a noise of frustration.
"What am I going to do?"
--((To be continued…))--
Deeefinitely never written anything like that before. Close, but no. So I'm needing some feedback here. Poor Riku. XD
Leave love! (is too tired to proofread)
freaky-hanyou