[One-Shot] Perks To Being An Android

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Title: Perks To Being An Android
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Games / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Aoba/Clear
Word Count: 737
Genre: Romance
Rating: R
Warning: PWP, self-lubricating, Anal Sex, Fluff and Crack, NSFW
Summary: Aoba doesn't want to hurt Clear, but Clear isn't too worried about that.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: Written as a PWP from a prompt given during livestream.
Prompt: pachibamu : aoba/clear - self-lubricating

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Aoba swallowed, feeling his heart quicken in his chest. “Are you sure?”

Clear was spread out on the mattress, smooth pale skin bare, legs opened to allow Aoba to rest on his knees between them. The platinum blond gave nod, his cheeks tinted with his blush, “I want to feel Master.”

Aoba wasn’t sure how to go about it, but he knew lubricant was needed. He leaned over to his bedside table and opened a drawer. He grabbed the small bottle of lube, only to have Clear grab his wrist, “It’s not needed Aoba-san.”

“Won’t it hurt you?” Aoba asked, leaning back with a puzzled expression.

With a gentle smile, Clear shook his head, “I was created with self-lubricating capabilities.”

Aoba felt the heat rise up his throat, the tops of his ears burning with his embarrassment as he gave a curt nod, trying to breathe evenly. “A-alright,” he murmured under his breath, setting aside the small bottle of lube on the bedside table. Biting on his lip, Aoba shifted in-between Clear’s spread thighs again, meeting the pale mauve gaze of the android. Quickly, he adverted his gaze again, hesitant even then.

“Aoba-san?”

“Hmm?” Aoba looked up, his blush spreading.

Clear tugged on his arm, sitting up, “Here, let me.”

“I can do it,” Aoba protested even as Clear easily switched their positions. His back now rested comfortably on the mattress as Clear straddled his lap. Swallowing thickly, Aoba whimpered in pleasure as Clear rubbed their cocks together, stroking the both of them with ease. “C-Clear…”

“Is there something wrong?” Clear titled his head, pausing his motions, meeting Aoba’s half lidded gaze.

He shook his head quickly, “N-no… nothing is wrong… c-continue…”

Clear gave a blossoming smile as he shifted, and rose up onto his knees, grasping Aoba’s cock and positioning it at his entrance. Aoba inhaled sharply as Clear lowered himself down onto him, taking his length fully and to the hilt, not even a grimace.

With a released breathe, Aoba whimpered softly, “You sure it doesn’t hurt?”

“I told you, I was built with self-lubricating capabilities,” Clear said, his voice simple and even as he against gave a bright smile, licking his lips as he placed his hands to Aoba’s chest for support. “I’m going to move now… is that alright?”

Aoba nodded, squeezing his eyes shut against the rush of desire that swelled up as Clear rocked his hips, his erection sliding along his lower abdomen. It was then he could feel the slickness that added to the heat that was surrounding his cock, and it made the intense feeling all the more extreme. Biting his lip, Aoba rested his palms onto Clear’s thighs as he lifted his hips to the motions the android was making.

“You really are wet,” Aoba panted, their rhythm picking up pace, Clear released a wanton moan as he lifted and fell, impaling himself deliciously.

Clear chuckled, his voice deep with a rasp, “I told you Aoba-san,” he said, leaning over to grip Aoba’s shoulders as he rode him with such grace, Aoba couldn’t fathom where he got it all from.

He lifted his hand ups to hold onto Clear’s waist, loosing himself in the pleasure of it all. Clear moaned, his head leaned back as their bodies met with each slap of damp skin. Aoba thrusted upward, meeting Clear’s downward grinds with as much ferocious need that he was awash on the heat that trailed through his nerves.

“T-touch me,” Clear panted, taking one of Aoba’s hands and leading it down to his cock.

Aoba needed no other words of encouragement, quickly stroking the android’s erection, thumb rubbing at the slit, smoothing the pre-cum as it beaded at the head. Clear moaned, his voice loud, only making Aoba continue his ministrations.

It wasn’t long after that Clear came, pearlescent fluid splattering across Aoba’s chest. The blue haired male panted, grunting as he thrusted upward to find his own release.

With an exhausted sigh, Clear shifted up off of Aoba and rolled onto the bed next to him. They lay there panting, enjoying the afternoon sunlight that filtered in through the window.

“That was…” Aoba started, catching a bit of his breath, “Self-lubricating…”

Clear laughed, “Is Aoba-san pleased?”

Aoba smacked his arm and laughed as well, rolling over to drape his body across Clear’s, meeting the pale mauve gaze he had come to love so much, “Yes, very pleased.”

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Originally Posted to: Archive of Our Own on June 5, 2013.