Sentimental Shower

#017

Yeon Tae-soo’s fingers probed inside his clothes, a teasing touch.  

Though the caress wasn’t rough, Mr. Yoo gasped and clung to him. He didn’t even feel ashamed of his clinging.

His pants were down, his t-shirt stripped away before he knew it. Yeon Tae-soo’s hand found its way inside his underwear, grasping Mr. Yoo’s dick.  

He felt ashamed of his human-like erection. But the desire to quell this heat quickly outweighed his shame.

It was strange.  

Why did this body, a non-human body, crave pleasure so intensely?

Mr. Yoo had never masturbated in his life, not since his creation. He didn’t understand pleasure, and therefore, he didn’t understand why others would touch him.

But whatever this man was doing, it was stirring up an unbearable pleasure, now and before.

Even amidst this, the display before his eyes constantly reminded him that he wasn’t human. Warnings about his rising heart rate, instructions to maintain composure—all signs pointing to the purpose of his non-human body.

This display was only visible to him.  

But he couldn’t erase it, couldn’t ignore it. It only served to constantly reinforce the fact that he was different from those around him.

“Why are you trembling so? Huh?”

Yeon Tae-soo asked, his hand moving quickly up and down.  

Even though it wasn’t a prosthetic, the stimulation was intense. Mr. Yoo squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.

“Ju…just…do it…”

He spoke, deliberately sharpening his tone. Yeon Tae-soo’s hand stopped abruptly, a flicker of fire in his eyes.

His vision flipped as his body was lifted into the air. Yeon Tae-soo had hoisted him onto his shoulder.

“What…! Put me down.”

“Yes, yes. Let’s go. We should do it on the bed.”

Ignoring Mr. Yoo’s struggles, Yeon Tae-soo walked towards the bed, carrying him as lightly as a piece of paper.

“Is this your first time? Do you want to be pounded like an animal on the floor?”

Instead of throwing him down, Yeon Tae-soo gently set him down. The careful way he placed him on the bed felt almost reverent.

Yeon Tae-soo climbed on top, throwing off his jacket. The shirt underneath was also black.  Mr. Yoo remembered something he’d said before.  

Something about wearing black clothes because stains didn’t show.

He wondered just how often he got things stained.  

Given his profession, he knew Yeon Tae-soo used violence.  

The image of him repeatedly punching Mr. Kim’s jaw until it dislocated, then popping it back in, flashed through his mind.

He knew Yeon Tae-soo was capable of murder if necessary. If he was a threat to Eden, he would cut off someone’s life without hesitation.

Probably an android too.

His cruelty would be directed at Mr. Yoo the moment his android nature was revealed.

“What are you thinking about?  

Are you thinking about something else with me right here?”

Mr. Yoo met Yeon Tae-soo’s gaze at his sudden question.  

He was already undressing, his shirt and pants discarded. His body, scarred all over, was exposed.

“Ah, I should have asked if you were thinking about that with my dick right in front of you.”

He spoke playfully, but the erection that sprang forth the moment he dropped his underwear was anything but playful.

Mr. Yoo unconsciously swallowed hard.  

Only when he saw Yeon Tae-soo’s lips curl into a smirk did he realize how tense he’d been, and how obvious it was.

“Cute, really.”

He couldn’t meet his gaze.  

He was embarrassed, and he disliked his own system for arbitrarily interpreting the emotions on Yeon Tae-soo’s face.

“Mr. Yoo.”

Yeon Tae-soo called out as Mr. Yoo covered his eyes with the back of his hand, lifting his legs into the air. His underwear was pulled down, bunched around his thighs.

As his knees bent, he felt his inner thighs, testicles, and perineum exposed. Yeon Tae-soo’s erect dick brushed against his slightly raised buttocks.  

His body trembled at the rough texture.

“You’re wearing a mask, and now you’re covering your eyes? What am I supposed to look at while we do this? Huh?”

“N-no…”

“No?”

He tensed his arms, ready to resist if Yeon Tae-soo tried to force his hand away.

Then, a strange sensation touched his palm. Yeon Tae-soo had kissed his palm.

Was it his imagination that there was a hint of coquettishness in the way his nose brushed between his fingers? He could feel his breath, a deep inhale and exhale, on his palm. It was stimulating, even though it wasn’t a caress.

If he’d tried to force him, Mr. Yoo would have resisted. But this ticklish kiss… what was he supposed to do?

His body grew weaker.  

As if noticing, Yeon Tae-soo gently removed his hand.

The moment their eyes met, Yeon Tae-soo’s emotion analysis appeared on the display.

Tension

“…What?”

He wanted to believe the analysis was wrong, but Yeon Tae-soo’s flushed face, stiff and tense, betrayed his true state.

Yeon Tae-soo, the invincible Yeon Tae-soo, was tense.  

And it was because of their impending sex.  

His brain had no information on how to handle this situation, no idea how to react.

Before he could gather his thoughts, Yeon Tae-soo pressed the tip of his dick against his entrance. 

A low moan, “Ah,” escaped Yeon Tae-soo’s lips as the blunt tip touched him.

“Oh dear, I think I’m going to cum just from touching you.”

Mr. Yoo’s face crumpled.  

Even then, his expression displayed “Tension.”

“Don’t spout nonsense…just do it.”

Yeon Tae-soo laughed aloud at his sharp retort.

“Honey, are you that scared of my dick? It won’t be scary once I put it in.”

“…I never said I was scared.”

“But you’re trembling right now.”

Mr. Yoo couldn’t deny it.  He had to admit he was more tense.

And it was true. He’d never even considered inserting something, something so lumpy and hard, into himself.

“I need to relax you first.”

The tension was gone from Yeon Tae-soo’s face.  

The emotion analysis didn’t appear either.  

Was his body malfunctioning?

With their dicks pressed together, Yeon Tae-soo caressed his nipple again.  

He playfully flicked and tormented the tip, causing Mr. Yoo to arch his back and shudder.

His thumb gently circled the nipple, then lightly scratched it with his nail.

“Mmm!”

“I can make you cum just by touching your breasts?”

“N-no, mm!”

Mr. Yoo couldn’t deny it.  

He felt incredibly good, so good that pre-cum was already flowing from his erect dick.

His non-human body trembled as he thought. Perhaps his creator wanted to bind him to this body.

This body was too clumsy, too weak, too human-like to be an android, yet too flawed to be considered truly human.

A body made to imitate a noble being, craving pleasure.  

Pleasure from a human who could kill him or protect him.

Yeon Tae-soo’s other hand found his entrance, gently probing.  

Mr. Yoo’s body stiffened as something entered him.

“It’s okay. I’ll only put in a finger.  

Just relax a little, okay?”

His voice was soothing, like he was comforting a child.  If he’d spread his legs and forcefully thrust inside, Mr. Yoo could have just endured the pain.

But he couldn’t understand this tingling sensation rising from within, and that terrified him.

How wonderful it would be if his own emotions could be analyzed.  

No matter how he thought about it, his body was full of flaws.

“Pretty boy, just relax a little.”

“E-even if you say that…I can’t…”

Yeon Tae-soo leaned closer, kissing his mask again.  

The heat enveloped his entire body, not just his lips.

“I like sloppy kisses, all wet and messy, but this isn’t bad either.”

He said, smiling.  

Why did such a ruthless man have such clear eyes?

His finger went deeper, and Mr. Yoo closed his eyes.