Mike rubbed his metal thick chin. Gay sex Feeling the slightly warped metal with his fingers. Part of the warped marking peaking halfway between Digits pants and up his hip.Flux finally seeing it up close. Digit nodded, feeling Flux let go of him. Love”I want him to trust me”, Flux groaned. Though it faded for a moment, Digit spoke little lower. “Though looks like I’m outa darts”. Flux responded by pulling all the way out to the tip and forcing it back in. Smearing the contents along his cracks and seems. Slipping free from their hug, Flux adjusted and zipped up his pants. Slowly he’d move his hand along the bots symmetrical chest, down along their stomach and over to their hip. Flux kept up the pounding. Flux laughed, grabbing the pillow, both wrestling to hold onto it. The sounds of slick wet stretched lining being smacked off each other. Wearing a black protective form fitting under suit. The feeling jolted Digit’s eyes open. DigitIn a world where Bots are left behind. Walking past Mike who was now moving with him. Holding tight to the pillow against his chest. Spreading Digits cheeks just enough to push the head of his crown to digits hole. He’d mount his feet on the Bikes hooks.
