#sonic: im no MECHANIC but ill get ur engine 2 Throttle .

[chisenki]

◜     BIONICSTRIKE     ╱     Genos.

             the   blaring   promiscuity   of   their   bodies   pressed   ever   so   keenly   together   as   if   their   connection   was   ANYTHING   CLOSE   TO   NATURAL ,   sent   genos’   thoughts   spiraling ,   each   one   taking   intermittent   turns   to   stand   at   the   forefront .   the   sight   of   tongue   swiping   intentionally   over   saturated   lips   directly   where   the   cyborgs’   vision   resided   did   not   go   unnoticed .   another   likely   a   maneuver   of   distraction ,   though   he   couldn’t   manage   to   shake   the   dangerously   arbitrary   curiosity   it   provoked .   sonic’s   belligerent   temptation   was   wearing   away   at   his   resistance ,   but   not   enough   to   soften   the   taunt   grip   around   his   throat ,   rutting   the   flat   of   an   iron - faced   palm   firmly   against   his   enemy’s   throat ,   hard   enough   to   temporarily   cut   off   his   air   supply .   everything   that   he   said ,   every   look   from   those   brisk   sterling   optics was   enough   to   mimic   a   sensation   of   pumping   blood    –––––––––––––    or ,   the   closest   thing   to   it   THAT   HE   COULD   REMEMBER .   although   he   certainly   knew   that   it   sure   as   hell   was   doing   something   to   him .      ‘   you   must   be   exceptionally   ignorant   if   you   think   you   can   fool   me   so   easily   with   an   offer   like   that . ’

             he   had   him   at   his   edge ,   the   ninja   had   nowhere   to   go .   of   course   it   was   a   trick ,   ALL   OF   THIS .   genos   was   more   than   aware   of   the   erraticism   of   the   situation .   but   for   some   reason ,   he   couldn’t   stop   himself   from    CONSIDERING   IT .   as   outrageous   as   it   was   that   he   had   even   let   the   idea   cross   his   mind ,   he   trusted   he   had   enough   quick - witted   defense   to   take   the   chance .   he   couldn’t   think   of   an   attack   that   the   villain   could   present   him   with   that   he   couldn’t   counter ,   especially   if   he   was   expecting   it .   so   he   let   himself   indulge   in   the   feeling ,   just   for   a   moment .        ‘   do   you   truly   think   you   deserve   the   satisfaction   of   me   doing   so ?   ’

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     genos’ question was subject to his doubt:  was this all truly just for his satisfaction?  considering how responsive the cyborg was to a bit of heavy -- handed flirtation,  the notion seems to be nothing if not misleading.  in fact,  he’s come to terms with two major developments learned throughout the encounter:  one,  this   AUTOMATON   of a hero possessed the capacity to feel attraction for a warm and organic body like his own,  and two,  he seemed to want what that implied just as much as sonic did.  maybe even   MORE.    the exploration of those metal -- jointed hands over his skin speaks a language he knows.  but the fervor with which they move elicits his surprised intake of breath.  a noise that’s helplessly swallowed up as their mouths are crushed together without a   SEMBLANCE   of   MERCY,   like two vehicles colliding on intersected paths.  

     it seems he’s awakened some great temptation in the hero,  a yawning hunger that would consume them both if left unsatiated.  of course,  such   ENTHUSIASM   &   DANGER   was more to his taste than any other,  and now it didn’t take a genius to decipher what their next step in the process should be.  sonic extracts himself from the kiss with a shove to steel -- plated chest,  mouth wet with a commingling of their spit and his blood.  a split in the lip,  licked over thoughtfully,  as the ninja looks the cyborg up and down:  ❛  ––––i see that your   FORWARDNESS   in combat is mirrored in the way that you kiss.  good to know.  it’s certainly the right time for such a discovery,  but i don’t know about the right place.  ❜  he reaches behind for one of the hero’s hands,  disengaging its grip on his backside and allowing his fingers to wrap around the wrist.  smiling without malice for once,  sonic tugs the cyborg forward,  ❛  if you’re willing to sit tight for a moment,  i can lead you to someplace where we can continue this..   TALK.   ❜

     his words and actions contrive no misunderstanding on what is   NEXT   to occur.  with a half -- lidded glance slyly directed to the side,  the ninja guides their party of two to his designated locale:  amping up the acceleration until his walk transitions into a run.  he moderated the pace so that their strides were evenly matched,  as it made use of the cyborg’s maximum speed rather than his own  --  mindful of their differences.  with foliage and street lights blurring into the backdrop,  their travel is brought to a standstill only mere minutes later.  he was lucky enough to possess a hideout in this city,  courtesy of his insistence in shadowing saitama on his outdoor ventures.

     only once they entered beneath the dilapidated archway of the warehouse does the ninja let his fingers slip from the the cyborg’s wrist.  at first his intent is unclear,  with sonic stepping away from his impromptu houseguest to stand in the middle of the room,  his face tilted upwards to examine the cracks and spidery etchings in the ceiling:  ❛  it’s not much.  this place is more utility than   POMP,   as you can see,  but it can't be helped.  ❜  his conversational words are,  of course,  a reference to the futon in the corner that’s seen better days,  his few thrown -- together furnishings that appear to fill up space rather than garnish it.  after a short moment,  he finally clarifies the purpose of this small talk,  crossing the distance between them once more.  ❛  ..luckily,  it’ll serve just   FINE   for what we’re going to do.  ❜  sonic scarcely allows the dust to settle on this statement before his hands promptly wander,  trailing down to revisit a familiar but daring location.  in a single deft maneuver,  the villain undos the hero's belt and throws it aside  --  slotting their mouths together in the meanwhile.  smirking,  he caught the slippery curve of the cyborg’s lower lip between his teeth as he cupped him boldly through his pants.  whether it was the security of their new environment,  hidden away from prying eyes,  or the knowledge that this escapade was with his nemesis,  his actions procured a more   DEMANDING   quality for the occasion.

#◜ ╰ ✶ . › let none escape alive ‹ MAIN. ◞ #◜ ic. ╱ #◜ nsfw. ╱ #bionicstrike #sonic: im no MECHANIC but ill get ur engine 2 Throttle . #ok thats enough out of me #i didnt even MEAN 2 finish this reply on sunday #oh well. my brain pulls thru for the sake of the spicy