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Arcade + Boone/FISTO, 'Protocol Three' 1/1
Date: 2012-02-19 05:57 am (UTC)Kinks: robot, masturbation, voyeurism
Summary: quick askfic minifill from Tumblr. When in doubt, there will be robots.
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There’s something tremendously wrong and off about it, of course. FISTO is his thing, his dirty little shame that he indulges in once a week when everyone thinks he’s off doing good charitable deeds in Freeside. Charitable in the sense of paying the upkeep on his favourite device, maybe. If only they knew. Well, one knows now, obviously. Knows it in the intimate sense, biblical sense, and there’s that perfect little whining grunt of pleasure that makes Arcade’s own cock jerk in his hand.
Arcade knows without a doubt that there’s going to be recriminations and accusations and probably a fist laid into his face tomorrow, but right now Craig Boone is shredding the sheets between clenched hands and groaning loud enough to drown out the din of the Wrangler. The best part is when that normally blank face screws up in a kind of ugly pleasure, his mouth a round little O of surprise every time the robot strokes against just right spot.
If they were on better terms - better terms than barely nodding at each other in the halls and now apparently robot fuck buddies - he'd be tempted to get on his knees and take a little sinful pleasure in teaching one Craig Boone what it's like to be stuffed full from both ends, pleasured and pleasuring in turn, but that'll never happen. besides, there's enough pleasure to be had in watching.
So, so worth it, he tells himself and shifts a little, back flush against the headboard as he lazily jerks himself off, watching someone he could barely call a friend get fucked into a senseless haze by a piece of machinery. He doesn’t say it aloud though, just spits on his palm and calls out for FISTO to start protocol three.
“Trust me,” he says and Boone looks up, blinks, the look of someone who has totally forgotten that he has an audience and is too far gone to care. “You’ll like protocol three. Trust me. I’m somewhat of an expert.”
Re: Arcade + Boone/FISTO, 'Protocol Three' 1/1
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