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Kyungsoo yawns, stretching out his body. His face scrunches into a displeased expression as pain pangs throughout, well, everywhere. His ass, dick, arms, hips, general existence… Everything hurts.
“Urgh,” He grunts, willing himself to sit up. Wiping the grog out of his eyes, he glances beside himself. Jongin is the picture of sleep. His eyes are shut serenely and his lips just hang ever so slightly open. His chest even bobs up and down evenly with steady breaths.
“You can stop pretending to sleep, now,” Kyungsoo says.
Jongin blinks his eyes open, grinning way too widely for whatever time in the morning it is, “Good morning, cutie.”
“I thought I told you to call me, like, Kyungsoo-hyung. O-or Kyungsoo. Cutie is not on the list of approved names,” The human pouts, crossing his arm over his chest. Somehow, that awakens a stripe of pain down his neck. His neck? What the hell?
“Good morning, Kyungsoo. You rested well, I presume?”
Hell yeah, he did. By the end of the night, Kyungsoo was practically a corpse. He’s fairly certain Jongin actually had to drag him to bed (after cleaning the sheets, of course). Kyungsoo can’t remember the last time he’d slept so soundly. Of course, he doesn’t remember ever going through what he had the night before in his life.
“Yeah, I slept okay. Just. Sore,” Kyungsoo winces again as he experimentally moves his limbs.
“You slept excellently. I sensed about five and half REM cycles interspersed with three nice, full sessions of deep sleep.”
Kyungsoo blinks at the other, unamused. Jongin just flashes him a grin.
“Right, well. Gotta take a leak,” Kyungsoo’s not sure why he insists on announcing that. Probably so he can clear the weirdness of Jongin watching and analyzing his sleep from the air. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Kyungsoo takes a step to get to the restroom.
“Thud!!”
“Wh-whoa,” Kyungsoo gasps. He looks down at himself in shock, freaked out and confused for a second. One second, he was taking a step onto the floor, the next, his knees completely buckled, failing him. What the fuck?
“Are you okay?!” Jongin throws the blankets off of him, jumping across the bed to take a look.
“I- I’m fine just a bit, um, disoriented.”
“What happened?”
“I, um, fell,” Kyungsoo replies. Anxiety knots in his chest as he swings his legs out in front of him, testing his extremities. His toes feel fine. They’re definitely all there, and it’s not like there’s any numbness. It’s his knees that primarly feel sort of like jelly. The human tries to experiment with standing up, leaning heavily on his bed. His legs are wobbly, but with pinpricks of rushing blood, they come back to life. The little pins and needles of feeling returning is quickly followed by another pang of pain. Ow.
“Ah, you’re alright,” Jongin’s shoulders slacken with relief.
“Y-yeah, I guess. That was weird,” Kyungsoo frowns.
“It was probably partial sleep paralysis,” Jongin says matter of factly. “Happens sometimes. Parts of your brain wake up before the others. I’m guessing that, well, that part of your brain maybe needed some extra rest.”
Oh no. Kyungsoo hates where this is going.
He quickly redirects the subject, “Well, I’m awake now so I’ll just. Stumble over-”
“Oh no. No, no, no,” Jongin smirks, hopping off of the bed and looping an arm under Kyungsoo’s shoulders. “I will take you there. Just in case. For your wellbeing.”
“Ugh, I’m just gonna take a leak.”
“And I’ll help! I feel partially responsible since I… Well, you…”
“I’m fine . And you are not watching me take a leak!”
“What? Really? After last night you’re shy?”
“W-well stuff like using the restroom is different, okay?”
“Only because you have to make it weird.”
“Because it is weird. You don’t need to take responsibility for anything.”
“Really? Because last night I, um, I wasn’t very gentle. I really should’ve been a bit more delicate since you’re a first-timer-”
“I am not a virgin!”
“Well, not anymore.”
“I wasn’t in the first place!”
“You think I didn’t figure that out when you decided my dick needed to be two centimeters bigger?”
“Wh- Put me down!” Kyungsoo swings his legs indignantly as Jongin grabs him in a bridal hold.
“I owe you this.”
“No you do not-”
“After what I did to you last night?”
“I’m fine-”
“You even peed a little during round three-”
“Shut up! I- I- It was in the shower so it doesn’t count!”
“So why is it weird now ?”
Kyungsoo wants to throw himself off of a high building. The fantasies of a meek, nice maid to hang out with and clean with have gone up in flames. If life is going to be like this every damn day for the forseeable future, Kyungsoo’s got a long companionship ahead of him. Still… He supposes it could be worse. Jongin has his charms, Kyungsoo supposes. Maybe it won’t be that bad. Instead of a maid, what he got is an android that’s flaming hot while simultaneously being a the biggest pain in the ass Kyungsoo has ever known.
Both literally and figuratively.
Chanyeol wiggles and writhes in his tangled sheets. Something feels weird. Off. He’s barely alive, and his vision is still blurry when he blinks his eyes open. He feels… Funny. A soft, wet noise drifts into his ears, and his body soon starts to register the sweet, tingling sensation pooling at his crotch.
“What the…” Still not all there, he props himself up on his elbows. Usually morningwood isn’t so potent, but he never got a chance to rub one out last night. His emotional journey with SM Tech had drained him too much (a very rare, freak occurrence for a man with his libido). Still, that doesn’t explain the funky, wet, hot feeling wrapping around his cock. Is he leaking already? Or maybe he had a wet dream. With a yawn and a prolonged blink, life slowly comes into focus for Park Chanyeol, and he realizes just what, precisely is the source of his morningwood.
His jaw drops.
Dutifully bobbing his head up and down on Chanyeol’s leaking cock is Baekhyun. His Baekhyun. His stuffy maid bot. The one that slapped him across the face for an amical asspat. Baekhyun’s lips wrap prettily around the cock, and he strokes the excess with his hand, pumping with a firm grip.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol hisses, clenching the sheets underneath him.
Baekhyun stirs, pulling away from Chanyeol’s hard-on with a wet popping noise, “Good morning, master. It’s eleven in the morning, as you’d requested.”
“M...y… I… What?” Having just woken up and had all of his blood flow immediately directed below the waist, Chanyeol is a bit slow.
“Your wake up time, master. You know, the one you told me. I-It was eleven, right?”
“Uh,” That’s all the man says, because his few functioning brain cells notice something else different about his maid. What the hell is he wearing?
It appears to be a maid… Costume? As opposed to the casual (almost lazy) clothes he’d been wearing the day before, now Baekhyun dons a slutty maid costume. It’s almost comical. It looks more like something out of an anime than anything a real maid would dream of wearing. The dress has a little heart-shaped cutout to show Baekhyun’s surprisingly developed pecs. On top of it there’s an apron with ruffles on the shoulder straps and along the bottom. It cinches in tightly at the waist before flaring out into a skirt so short it should be illegal. It barely constitutes as a skirt, really. The slightest movement would probably show everything. Thigh high socks cover most of his legs, thankfully, and it’s all topped off with a little ruffley headband.
It’s tacky, but Chanyeol’s not exactly complaining. He does pull it off.
“Oh, you’re probably, uh, confused,” Baekhyun says sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “This is, um- You remember the, uh, the mod.”
“Y-yeah! Yeah,” Chanyeol nods. He’s a bit distracted by Baekhyun’s legs. They’re surprisingly thick for his slender frame. “How are you… Um… How are you feeling?” He’s not sure what else to say. He doesn’t know if mods “feel different” or anything like that, but he supposes it’d be nice to check on the robot.
“I’m, uh, okay… Sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“Well, um, something is bothering me. I- I’m sorry, I don’t want to trouble you, though, master.”
You already woke me up, gave me a raging boner, and are currently blue-balling me, Chanyeol wants to say. He doesn’t, because that’s probably not nice.
“What is it?” He asks instead.
“W-well about this mod. I, um…” Baekhyun’s pupils dart away embarrassedly for a few seconds. “Ineedhelpputtingthisdown.”
“Wh… What?”
“It’s, um, actually I- It’s not a big deal, master. I should, uh-”
“No, no, what is it?” Now Chanyeol’s concerned. “Is there something the matter with the mod? If- if it hurts you in any way, we’ll uninstall it. I promise.”
“Well,” Still looking away, the maidbot lifts his tiny skirt, blush tinting his cheeks deeply. Chanyeol didn’t know bots could even blush, but, damn is he grateful. It’s adorable. When he’s done cooing over his cute, blushing android, He glances at what appears to be the problem.
Chanyeol’s affable expression falls.
That’s a penis.
An aching, erect penis juts out of tiny lace panties.
“This is embarrassing, but I, um… I know what this is but, uh my programming it, uh…” Baekhyun coughs awkwardly, “I mean, I tried autoerotic methods, but, um, it- it made it worse, so. Um, m-master I was wondering if you could- I’d- I’d really like it if you would f- f- fu-”
“Say no more,” Chanyeol cuts Baekhyun off abruptly, jolting back up. He runs a hand through his hair and over his face, hoping he looks less manic than he feels. “Come over here and sit on master’s lap.”
Baekhyun sighs, his pupils never quite able to find Chanyeol’s. Slowly, he steps forward, straddling Chanyeol on the bed.
Chanyeol decides: maybe this whole maidbot deal isn’t too bad after all.