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In all honestly, Jarvis wasn’t sure exactly what to do besides this and enjoy the particular sensation. But he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more because this alone seemed quite…dull, especially if it was something often (and Clu and Rinzler do it quite often, Jarvis has realized).
“Rinzler,” Jarvis was able to voice while keeping up with his thrusts and moving the spheres. “Tell me what Clu does to you.” The only response was an abrupt moan. It was only after Jarvis had rephrased his statement with “show me,” that Rinzler reached across his chest and grabbed Jarvis’s wrist and guided the hand downwards. Keeping his eyes closed, Rinzler slid his body farther across the ottoman. The officer was disappointed that their erections weren’t touching anymore, but he became more intrigued when the other program directed his fingertips at the hole below his cock.
No idea what he was supposed to do, Jarvis kept his hand hovering over where Rinzler had placed it. In his confusion, he had stopped moving the spheres, which upset the program they were controlling.
Nothing was being done, so Rinzler grit his teeth and cracked open his eyes which were glinting with the transparent substance. “Damn it, Clu. Fuck me.” The officer disregarded the misspoken name, but had no perception of what “fuck” meant. After a moment of pondering he finally understood.
As he positioned himself, he was surprised that Rinzler’s legs wrapped around his waist and attempted to pull him closer. When the officer finally pushed in, they moaned in unison. Rinzler rocked against him desperately, encouraging him to move. Jarvis obliged and started to thrust, amazed at the sensation that passed through his system. Once again he started to apply pressure to the forgotten spheres and soon they were both moaning at the separate sensations. Through the haze of arousal, Jarvis heard Rinzler yell out after one particular thrust and experimentally did it again, persuading another cry.
Interested in the program’s mouth which fell open further after each thrust, Jarvis replaced his free hand onto the ottoman to steady himself and lifted the spheres to Rinzler’s mouth. He palmed one of the spheres, took the other one between his thumb and index finger, and ran it against the bottom lip. The reaction seemed intense for Rinzler since his back arched sharply and he cried out louder than before. The thighs around Jarvis’s hips squeezed tighter and eventually prevented Jarvis from thrusting at all. But he didn’t need to anymore.
When he came, Rinzler murmured a useless “no,” in protest, certainly distressed about once again realizing that it wasn’t Clu doing this. Jarvis’s orgasm followed immediately when he felt the skin around his cock contract. The spheres fell from his shaking hands to the ottoman and he thought he was going to shout out in the pure ecstasy of the moment.
They remained still for quite some time before Jarvis was shocked back into the reality. He slowly slid out of Rinzler whose eyes were clamped shut. If it wasn’t for his heaving chest and glowing circuits, Jarvis would’ve thought Rinzler’s system had shut down. Then he noticed a milky substance that was covering both of them. There was more on Rinzler than himself, which he was thankful for since he was the one who had to exit the room outwardly unsoiled. He supposed it was the product of their activity.
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