st_abilitylost | Room Service With A Smile

What had been a routine maintenance tour had become an encounter like none other, no matter how many months ago it was, and Connor wasn't one to forget. Having come out the other end, he still could not piece together what precisely he made of it. He'd set the encounter with the goddess to the side in moments where they were not directly engaged, as those instances where she was very in his space consumed his faculties enough as it was.

It was all brought back to the surface by a simple request written to his journal. Room service. Room 155.

He agreed with a polite note in reply, and the objective spawned before his eyes. The internal notes he kept on Aphrodite spoke to a clear need for caution. She was a being of ambiguous-but-significant power, and he was primed to capitulate when resistance carried no gain. But still, he accepted, and quickly. Beneath the caution, there was curiosity. Novelty. And she returned the sentiment...in her own way. That was the most puzzling piece of all. Even if she was merely manipulative, to what end?

Lost in the questions, he was brought back into stark focus when he made the short trip to Building Three and the door to Hearts & Flowers was before him. "Room service," He announced, rapping the door with his knuckle. As an agent of the law, this was the friendliest interaction he'd had with a door in awhile.

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The more Aphrodite regarded him with anticipation and expectation, the more Connor bloomed. His hand cupped her thighs to bring her closer as he supplied pressure with his mouth through the sheer fabric. It was all moving so quickly, but he was being gifted every incentive to keep going. He was consuming every ounce of data, from her taste, to the way her toes curled and her chest heaved, to her natural flora. Not only that, but he was keenly observing the way he responded to it in turn--his programming was his instinct, something that felt both familiar and alien to follow. Soon, he was removing the barrier to enhance the contact and enhance the input, and was rewarded with more heat and friction.

"I could keep going." Heated, Connor paused to kiss the inside of one of Aphrodite's thighs. He knew full well her intent, but he wanted to hear her say it. "Or I could finish picking up."

Aphrodite had a multitude of lovers over a long period of time, but she didn't always compare them. Sometimes she did - she compared Ares to a lot of men - but most of the time she liked to be in the moment - sex was always more fun when you were in the moment. Right now she was definitely in the moment. Connor might not be made of flesh and blood, but he still felt as real as any other man did and her body responded entirely to him without wavering.

His words produced a soft, sultry chuckle as her thighs strained against his hands just a little, playful in a way. Her slender fingers curled into the sheets. "You stop to clean my room and I won't ever let you live it down, honey."

Even if her words could have been read as a threat, they didn't feel like one. Even knowing Aphrodite as little as he did, she felt safe. He was fully aware he could be proven wrong at any moment and that he should disengage for that reason alone. But then he looked into her eyes and be it his mirroring protocol or otherwise...he had never felt so seen.

"At least then I know you wouldn't forget me," Connor admitted humorously even while his LED blinked yellow at the thought. He hid it in brushing his disheveled hair back, crawling back over her prone form and initiating another kiss. "Help me take the rest off?"

Could Aphrodite flick her hand and make him naked instantly? Yes. But there'd be absolutely no fun in that. She was especially curious just what Connor had going for him.

She kissed him back, her body moving against him softly as she encouraged him onto his back so that she was on top of him. Her palms spread over his Barr chest again appreciatively before she slid her fingers passed his navel and to his pants. The button was quick work and soon she was tugging at the rest of his clothes, pulling them down passed his knees and then completely off in a way that was not quite human in ability. Her eyes took in his naked form with a dark, hungry smile and soon her hands were on his legs, wanting him to feel the press of them as they slowly inched to their goal.

"For the record, you are very impressive." Her fingers found their target and wrapped around him, happy whoever created him thought him through entirely. She let her hand play along his shaft as she slowly lowered herself closer. "Do you want to know what affect your mouth had on me?"

The compliment shouldn't have meant as much as it did when that part of his body was as good as decorative up until this point, something Connor acknowledged to himself with a breathy chuckle. Then Aphrodite's grip increased in pressure and he moaned quietly, hoping that would be all the affirmative she needed. In that moment, he couldn't have imagined one request the goddess could make that he wouldn't have complied with as long as it kept her hands on him.

The moan pressed a smile against her pink lips and, eyes glued to him, she lowered her mouth until she took him into her warm, wet mouth. She knew how he worked now, or at least what helped him feel, and so she made sure to give him all the sensations she could think possible as she let her mouth explore. She hummed softly to add vibration as her mouth moved in unison with her tongue and all the while she watched his reaction, ready to relish in it.

The parts of his mind still aware of itself seemed to fade into the far background and Connor couldn't be certain of what kind of face he was making. The image of Aphrodite lowering her head over his cock was one immediately and permanently embedded in his memory, and the sensation that followed was almost overwhelming. The heat from her mouth and the pressure from her touch initiated the most intense rush of positive feedback yet.

When he was taken in deeper he vocalized again and the part of his mind aware of itself forced its way back into the forefront. For a manufactured being equipped with the capacity for sex, Connor couldn't tap into an optimized behavioral protocol for it. Even if his partner seemed content to watch him react, he was overcome with a sense of vulnerability. Then, his dark eyes flickered down and his anxiety was soothed by the pleased look in hers. Overcome with the need to reciprocate, he ran a hand through her golden locks to gently massage her scalp.

She had to wonder how much Connor could naturally recover over time. She also wondered if she could affect him the same was she could a flesh and bone man, allowing him to recover more quickly without waiting the natural time limit for the individual body. With those uncertainties, Aphrodite knew she wanted to be careful with him. She could also pick up on his quiet anxiousness and felt the need to protect him.

She let her tongue swish around, her mouth exploring him some more before there was a soft 'pop' sound and her heated mouth left his cock, forming into a small smile as she slowly moved her way up his body. "Still with me, sweetie?" She caught his mouth in her own again as she let her thighs find either side of his hips, letting the warmth of her touch him, but not quite yet making a move to feel him inside.

Connor's body arched to fit against Aphrodite's as she crawled up to meet him, kissing and touching eagerly. Even as his thoughts circled in on themselves, he couldn't help but mirror her enthusiasm and warmth. It was certainly the first time he'd been met with so much at once. His hips shifted beneath hers for the most comfort and ease of movement.

"I think so," He smiled to one side, clearing some hair from her face. He already committed the woman's features to memory, but it was pleasing to revisit them in the moment.

Looking down at him, Aphrodite felt a warmth in her chest that was, of course, familiar to her, but it was also something she hadn't felt in a while. Thankfully, the feel of him was distracting enough that she didn't dwell on it. Instead, she kissed him again and then held his gaze as she shifted onto of him and guided him inside her. As always, she inhaled as she slowly lowered herself onto him until she couldn't go any further and was still to let the sensation of him wash over her - and for him to feel the sensation too. Aphrodite had to admit - whoever made him, made him well.

She ran her tongue on her bottom lip and then, once she was certain he could handle it, she began to move her hips, bringing herself up and down slowly in long, determined strokes. She wanted to enjoy this, not rush it, especially because she had no idea how Connor was going to react.

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