#also vikram's reputation of being a proper pathetic loser sopping wet meow meow needs to be upheld

[upwards-descent]

Premature

"Let's try some seduction."

Otto looked nonplussed but then again, he always did. It was already bad enough his master had him doing normal human exercises; granted, it was to test the efficiency of his servos and check any flaws in his dermis but it was still strange and just a tad annoying.

"You've been reading and studying that material I've sent you, yeah?" Vikram leaned back casually in his favorite armchair, looking rather smug with his shirt mostly unbuttoned and only partially tucked into his pants. "I wanna see what you've learned."

"... Forgive me if my performance isn't as... 'Natural' as you may hope," Otto drawled, gesturing at his overall form. "My algorithms can only work so hard."

Vikram snickered. His cheeks were warm and flushed, his gaze glassy. A few cocktails in and his dick was already hard as well. Melting into the cushions, he watched Otto work with a dopey smile.

"You're looking rather handsome today, doctor," Otto cleared his throat as if he didn't posses a vocal synthesizer. His hands propped up on his hips looked equally funny and attractive. "Would you... Like me to milk you dry?"

"Okay, okay, time out," Vikram cackled, shaking his head emphatically. "That's beyond just being a bit stiff, no normal person is gonna talk like that."

"You seem not to mind how I speak during sex," The android mumbled, stating only facts. "At least based on my collected data."

"Mmh, I guess it's different when that's the intro versus..." Vikram waved his hand dismissively. "Okay, take two."

"No feedback, then?"

The villain let out a heavy sigh. He let his head loll back as he thought.

"Less... Stiff, I dunno, I have no clue how to direct you, Ot. Just... Scramble the dialogue you've seen and rearrange it. That'll sound better."

Otto stared blankly but Vikram knew it just meant he was calculating, thinking. His hands shifted to casually sit in his pockets and the new pose actually put his arms in the perfect position, making his thick biceps pop.

"I couldn't help but notice you across the way," The cadence of the android's voice had shifted a little, proof he was recycling dialogue, but he didn't sound wrong exactly. "And you've got to be one of the most handsome things I've ever seen. Are you... Here alone?"

Vikram gulped and suddenly he was out of his depth. Fingers curled into the firmness of the armrests and his eyes widened.

"Uh, y-yuh, y-yeah," He stammered, his head squishing into the seat as he tilted his face up. Otto had stepped closer to loom over him and the villain felt quite small. "Uhhh. Hi?"

Vikram nearly jumped when a broad hand gripped the back of his chair. Otto leaned in closer. Though he wore no cologne and had no real natural smell to him, the scent of leather and Vikram's perfume seemed to linger on him and that only made the doctor even more flustered.

"You wanna get outta here? With me?" Otto purred. "Want me to... Take you away from here?"

"... I came."

Now it was Otto's turn to look taken aback. Even if his facial expressions didn't change much no matter the situation, there was a very clear twitch of shock around his eyes. He leaned away, his gaze immediately dragging down to Vikram's crotch. When his master began to curl into himself, wholly embarrassed, trying desperately to cover his shame, Otto grabbed his wrist in a gentle yet firm grip and pulled his hands back.

"What?" The android demanded.

".... I came," Vikram peeped. "You, uhm. Good job. I'd... Like to go clean up now."

Otto wasn't sure if he was impressed, horrified, or intrigued. The doctor had a delicate trigger sometimes. He seemed to either have all the sexual stamina in the world or none at all with very little in-between. Despite them having sex just a couple days ago, Vikram seemed as sensitive as if he'd been working for two weeks straight. Even now, he was still all worked up, squirming a little as Otto held him.

"Are you alright, doctor?" The killbot had to ask. "You've never... I have no data..."

"I'm fine, Otto, please... Let me go," Vikram was fully looking away, his other hand trying in vain to peel off the android's fingers one by one. "I'm super fucking embarrassed now, okay? Please... Let me be ashamed in private."

With that, Otto released his grip, watching his master scurry off with his head hung low.

He closed out the audio/video player in his CPU, saving the recorded interaction in his memory banks for later.

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