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Tim had a long day at work, having to answer kids stupid questions can take a lot of a person. He steps through the front door, a soft click of the door behind him. The first thing he noticed was how dark the house was, typically Moby was on the couch, watching some sort of show or something. He loosens the tie around his neck, before setting his brief case down.
"Uh.. Moby? Are you home?"
His voice rings out through the house. He steps deeper into the house, his eyes scanning the area.
"Beep!"
Moby responds back. Tim turns his head towards the noise, the bedroom, *his* bedroom. He tilts his head slightly, before making his way over to the room, turning the knob.
"Hey, why are you in-.."
He cuts off, his eyes fall onto Moby. There laid his roommate, sprawlled out, on *his* bed.
"Beep.."
A low response rings out, inviting, *inticing*.
He feels his mouth go dry, while other parts start to get.. wet. He stumbles forward, and kicks the door shut. *This is wrong, this is so wrong*, rings out through his mind. His hands fumble with the buckle of his belt, before pulling it off. As he continues to struggle, Moby slips off the bed, and pushes Tim against the wall.
"Ah-"
He was caught off by a demanding kiss against his lips. His eyes flutter closed as he gives in, feeling a metal tounge slip in between his lips. His hands move subconsciously, mapping up and down Moby's body.
When the broke for air, he pants gently, his eyes meeting Mobys. Moby stares down at him, eyes narrowing, before pulling him away from the wall. He pushes him face down against the bed.
"Mph- Moby!-"
He gets caught off quickly by his pants practically being ripped off. He tilts his head to look up, his eyes meeting Mobys.
Moby moves easily, his fingers slip under the elastic of his boxers, and pulls them down slowly. He felt Tim shift slightly, taking in every whimper. When fully off, he takes in the sight before him, Tim staring up at him so eagerly and his ass just waiting to be filled.
"M-moby.. plea-se.."
He whines softly. Luckily for him, he didn't have to wait long before he was met with a long pipe. And before another whine could slip past his lips, it was shoved right into his ass. He flinches forward, and his face goes right into the pillow. His dick hangs there, just dripping of precum.
"Beep bop beep.."
A low rumble rings out through his voice box, before thrusting in and out. Tim's legs tremble at the feeling, letting out moans and whimpers one after another. Moby grabs the back of his head by his hair, before pulling it up.
"Ah-! M-moby..!"
He whines out, before another, and another moan slips past his lips. The slow thrusting was driving him crazy, enough to make him drool.
Finally the speed starts to pick up, and his moans go with it. They're louder, and more desperate as it continues. His mind was a haze of need and lust, desperate for more and more and more. Slowly he felt that climax coming, he was so close, so so close, before.. it stopped.
"Mmmm moby...? P-please.. I need i-it.. please.."
He whines out desperately. But Moby doesn't start just yet, instead he leans close, before.
"Beep..?"
Tim freezes slightly, letting a soft whimper at the question.
"I-im yours.."
He whines out. And finally, Moby starts back up again, and he finally just lets go. His dick squirts all over the comforter on his bed, but Moby wasn't done. No, not even close.
He thrusts harder, faster, and Tim whines out more and more. The feeling hurt a bit, but I'm a good way. His thighs tremble as the thrusting continues, feeling another climax starting quickly. And finally, Moby busts in his ass, enough that cum drips out, and falls down. Tim practically screams at the feeling of feeling so, so very full.
Moby pulls out after a moment, and Tim just collapses. His hands let go of the pillow he clung to so tightly for dear life, and he lets a soft breath out. Moby just stares down at him, before pushing himself off the bed.
"W-wait.. Moby?"
Tim calls out softly. Moby looks back at him, before.. turning to the door and walking out. Tim stares at the door, left speechless. He couldn't just leave him like this, no.. no he wouldn't right..? But he never did came back, and Tim was left to deal with the aftermath of everything. It's not like a robot could ever really love someone anyways.