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Slow tapping of the doctor's shoe on the ground. Boredom does not suit Dr. Robotnik. Perpetually chasing the need to occupy his overactive mind.
Though, that task was exceptionally difficult au courant, without Stone really doing anything to entertain — besides standing there like a buffoon. The tapping stopped as he glances over to his agent. Thoughts inhabiting in his mind, clearly visible in his expression.
After more seconds of silence, Robotnik finally spoke up with a clear of his throat. "Agent Stone."
Abid looked up from his phone. Eyes a little too bright as he tried to smother the reflexive smile at hearing his name in his doctor's voice. "Yes, sir?" He started to step forward. Then stopped. Not commanded yet. A small sound in the back of his throat at the forced restraint.
"Eager as always." The doctor huffed out a mocking laugh before returning his eyes to the screen. With sudden movement, a hand slapped Stone's phone away. Letting it fall to the ground. "All attention on me." He scooted back — right beside his agent and leaned to the side, towards him. "How familiar are you with my system." With a tilt of his head, he watched Stone from the corner of his eye.
"Your – system." The words left Stone without the intonation of a question. But his own head tilted. His eyes flicked over the doctor's work area. "I have watched you work for many years now. I could not design any of it on my own, but I believe I could replicate some of it if –" A pause. His eyebrows furrowing. Then turning his head to look down at the doctor. "To what system are you referring at this time?"
"Moron." An elbow zipped to the side and hit the other man's abdomen. ... Shortly after, one hand pushed against Stone's back. Towards the console. "The entire systems. It connects my babies. Correlating to lab functions. Access to holograms. That is the system I am signifying." The doctor got up — lurking over the agent's shoulder — to skim over the screen in front of them while maintaining almost no space in between. Per usual.
Stone choked on a strangled sound from the impact to his abdomen. Pain radiating from the still-healing wound beneath the skin. He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth. Then tried to focus on the screens.
"Right. Of course. I simply – Mm. Nevermind." Stone cleared his throat. Closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and forcing the focus he needed. "Yes. I am aware of the systems. I have studied your notes. In case of emergency. Why do you ask, sir?"
"Is that so?" The doctor's hand slipped into an inner pocket of his coat, pulling out a black glove and letting it dangle in front of Stone's face. He held it up by the fingers, showcasing metal plating on the tips. "This, right here, is just a very simple and plain glove that can interact with the interface. No buttons. No commands. Nothing abstruse." Immediately greeting his agent with impatience, Robotnik flailed the glove in front of his face. Waiting for him to grasp it.
"Ah?" Stone's eyebrows raised toward his hairline. Despite the impatient flailing, he took the glove in both hands with a clever reverence to his movements. Fingers curling around it gingerly. "Is it all gesture-based, then, sir?"
"Affirmativus. Agens callidus." Said in a slightly mocking tone as he freed the glove out of his own grip. "Put it on." Robotnik leaned slightly forward, barely visible from the corner of Stone's eye. His hands resting on the man's shoulders. "Show me, agent observe-it-all."
The agent's heart leaped into his throat as he slipped the glove on. One made by the doctor himself. A real glove, even if not as sophisticated as the true control gloves. He could not contain the excitement in his voice. "Yes, sir. With pleasure."
Stone mentally pulled up every schematic and document he had read on the control gloves. Most of the doctor's notes were sporadic, incomplete, and demeaning. Assuming the reader could not possibly understand and unwilling to waste time explaining.
But he had the practical experience of having stood by the doctor's side for so many years. And an extreme fixation on watching those hands move ... He took a breath and lifted his hand. And moved it through a motion he had observed so many times.
From the docking bays, a small affirmative chirp responded. A moment later, a mininik zipped over to hover nearby, lens blinking curiously. Abid made a strangled sound of elation as he gazed at it, then turns to look at the doctor with bright eyes. One hand moving to send the mininik back to its station. "Mm?"
The doctor returned an almost fully impassive glance. Eyebrows raised with a hint of surprise at Stone's first attempt going well so far. "That was easy. Proceed." Robotnik got a hold of his agent's face with one hand, turning it to face the screens again.
Stone's smile did not waver in the least. Far too happy to be in this moment. His eyes flicked over the screens and he started to swipe his fingers through the air. Manipulating files from one screen to another. Pulling one up into a holographic representation.
He felt his heart against his ribs to have the doctor paying such attention to him. Beyond excited. The vacation had been a wonderful month of just the two of them – but the reality of going back to work had hit him harder than he expected.
But now it was just the two of them again. He pinched his fingers before spreading them wide. Then turning his hand at the wrist to rotate the image in front of them. He was determined to enjoy this moment as much as possible.
A glance. Then his fingers wiggled through another gestured command. Navigating into the doctor's music collection and pulling up a playlist he himself had made – Raspberry Wine. Smiling as music filled the space around them. He glanced at the doctor again. "Mm, mm?" Trying to keep his smile from turning to a self-satisfied grin.
"Intriguing. You really have been watching all this time. And I thought you were only dumbly gazing at this handsomely brilliant man." The doctor leaned forward with a chuckle. Pushing against to reach for Stone's hand, aiding him. "Here. You can quite literally pinch the very edge of the tab. And... Manipulate it."
His hand wrapped around the agent's thumb and index to pinch for him. The size of the tab began to adjust. As well as the positioning.
"There are many shortcuts. A four finger swipe brings you the next screen without having to turn around or manually pulling it in front of you." Robotnik took the moment to open the agent's hand again and pressed down on four fingers while he proceeded to swipe to the right.
Stone's eyes flicked between what was happening in front of him and their hands. A ringing in his ears as he tried to memorize the shortcuts being explained. But their hands – touching. He had missed the doctor's touch since their return kept him so busy. More than he could put into words.
When the final gesture completed, and he felt the impending moment that the doctor might pull his hand away. Abid turned his hand over to wrap his fingers around the doctor's hand, grasping his thumb and wrist. A small stutter in his quiet voice as he mumbled, "P ... Please –" His eyes did not move from their joined hands. Attention completely fixed on the difference in size. On those long elegant fingers he had only seen bare a few times. And he swallowed. "Please, Doctor. Show me more. I – want to learn everything."
Robotnik halted. His agent was stuttering. Eyes scanning for the cause, immediately locked onto their hands. It took a moment for it to click. The doctor's mustache slowly took shape of a sneer and his eyes narrow. Retracting his hand, only to grip Stone's wrist. Fingers wrapping around with pure ease and overlapping. "You seem like you aren't very concentrated, agent Stone." His name leaving Robotnik's mouth with a snarl, close to the agent's ear.
A shiver visibly coursed through Stone's whole body. Then he swallowed again. "I am, sir – pinch the edge, four finger swipe." He tried not to turn his head toward the doctor. The sound of his voice clear enough he had made a mistake. "I just." His own voice dropped. Softer. "You ... Know how I am." The softness faded. His eyes dropped to the floor. "A pathetic dog." Then he snapped his gaze back up and turned his head toward the doctor. "For you. Only for you."
The sneer flattened. Now, frowning at Stone. "Yes, a pathetic dog. Like a bitch going into heat every time our atoms hover above the other. Have you got no ounce of professionalism left—" The unoccupied hand, out of the range of vision, suddenly made its way in front of the agent's pants with a firm grip. "—Stone~?" And ending the sentence with a coo and a malicious grin forming on his face.
A keen in the back of his throat as his hips twitched forward to press more against the hand. The doctor able to feel a distinct throb. "Not – Not with you, sir. Not when it is just the two of us." He swallowed loudly. Already feeling his body react. Heating up. "I can still ... Pay attention. Learn more shortcuts. Just please." His voice cracked. "Please don't stop touching me."
"Mhmm. Mhmhmhm." Robotnik grinned smugly. However, instead of remaining there, the doctor stepped back to sit in his chair. Accompanied with a snap of his fingers and a pat on his thigh. "Sit down, Stone." Leaning back and marginally spreading his legs.
"Yes, sir." Responding and reacting were almost autonomous actions. Then blinking as soon as he was sitting on the doctor's lap. As if only just realizing where he was. Eyes round and full of questions as he tilted his head to gaze up at him. "... Sir?"
Conspicuous amusement at Stone's blind obedience, in the sound of a very brief laugh. "A myrmidon. That is what you are." Both of the doctor's hands firmly gripped the agent's hips to pull him closer and fully settle him on his lap. Bodies almost flushed together as Robotnik leaned forward to take Stone's hand again. The scientist's other hand tightly clamping on his agent's thigh. "Now, where were we. Ah, yes."
Robotnik wrapped his hand around the index and middle finger for the next motion to bring to holograms closer. Not very sneakily, the other hand deliberately made its way up Stone's inner thigh before settling back on the same spot. One thumb caressing over the growing tent.
"Mm –" Abid bit his tongue to try to smother the sound before it turned into a full moan. Just a bit of teasing and he already felt like rutting against the hand on his crotch. His eyes remained locked on their hands, and ... He panted. Audibly.
Focusing. Focusing on the new gestures the doctor was teaching him. He knew he will be quizzed on them. Knew the punishment for not learning them would be unpleasant. But ... This close, he could smell the doctor's scent.
The body wash he himself had used once. A thought he quickly dismissed before it escalated. The scent lingered on the doctor's skin enough to breathe it in if he just turned his head a bit. Which – he did. And attempted a subtle inhale.
A double tap of the doctor's fingers against his hand drew his attention back to them. His voice was tight as he parroted the gesture to overlay windows side by side in equal size. But he did not relax.
There was so much body contact. More than he could handle. The thumb rubbing over his crotch earned another throb of arousal. His breath caught as another moan tried to crawl up his throat. And this time, it escaped. "Mmngh ..."
The doctor's scrutiny was caught in such a simple sound as this. Stalling in guiding the hand as his attention gradually slipped. The pressure on his steadily more aroused state let him move without thinking. Rolling his hips against Stone. For just a moment as he felt a throb himself. Robotnik's entire hand caressed over the agent's crotch before tightening his grip and returning to the task. Barely there with his mind.
There was a distinct relief in the moment Stone felt the confirmation that he is not alone in his arousal. The guilt at being so weak slid away under the comforting reminder that his doctor liked it when he was pathetic. His weakness in this regard was not failure.
So, he gave in a little more. Let his head fall back so his next whimper was closer to the doctor's ear. Pressed his hips forward to push against the hand on him. Ensuring the doctor could feel every inch of how much he was affected by him.
"Right –" He huffed. "I do remember now ... Seeing you do this before." His fingers moved to repeat the gesture. Sliding songs between playlists with little flicks. Then restarting the current song. Whispering a lyric under his breath. Barely audible. Then, "What else, sir?"
What else. What else? The doctor's mind drew blanks. Filled with the noises Stone exhales. Despicably filthy noises. And his desire for more grew strong. Ceasing guiding the hand further, instead, releasing it and snaking its way up to the agent's throat.
"Mhmm... How am I deemed to fixate on teaching you a valuable lesson when you cannot stop distracting me with your pitiful sounds." A gentle squeeze around his throat as Robotnik turned his head. Warm breath hitting Stone's neck.
A quiet, "Sorry, sir." He swallowed. Throat bobbing against the doctor's hand. But the warm breath pulled a shiver out of him, and his exhale was laced with a whimper. "I am – succumbing to heat, as you said." An attempt at a chuckle. The sound breathless.
"It has been ... A while. Since you granted me permission." His head turned just slightly to glance at the doctor out of the corner of his eye. "I feel satisfaction when you find relief, sir ... But I am still afflicted with need of my own." His eyes dipped low. Eyelashes sweeping down. Then back up to look at him with softness in them. "I need ... You, Doctor. Always, but right now ..." He pushed back against him. "Especially right now. Please."
The doctor could not say no. Even if he wanted to. The aching need to play with his personal toy was overpowering. Stone's movement only convincing him further to drop the current objective. A twitch of his hand, slowly unzipping his agent's pants. Fingers dipping beneath the waistband with little hesitation to free his cock. "I conclude that you might actually deserve a break. It sure has been a while. And you've been serving me well." Not being subtle at all and quite straightforward, Robotnik's gloved hand wrapped around the shaft.
Abid's head fell back onto the doctor'a shoulder with a startled gasp that stuttered into a moan. "S – Sir – Mnnmmr ..." He rocked his hips upward. The friction of the gloves on his cock pleasantly unpleasant. A different kind of throb in his side from the movement.
Pain pulled at his expression before his mouth fell open with a louder moan. Any form of sudden engaging of his abdominal muscles still ached deep inside him. He reached out blindly to brace himself. Hand landing on the doctor's upper arm. He resisted the urge to dig his fingernails in or to even grip that hard. Just holding on to make it easier to move his hips.
And as usual – words begin to fall from his lips like prayers. "Thank you, sir – I – I cherish – the privilege of your touch –" He groaned. The only pleasure was masochistic. Every drag of skin on leather chafed. His cock moved in and out of the ring of the gloved fingers as if it did not hurt at all. Turning his head with the desire to bury against his doctor's neck. "I cherish – all of you, sir –"
Robotnik felt like he could drown in that mindless blabbering. The need to roll his eyes back in pleasure with every prayer like cherish that left Stone's mouth was intense. Every thrust of his hips stimulated him in return. That dog was actively rubbing against his hard-on. The doctor's hands tightened around Stone's throat and cock. Letting out a dark breathy chuckle in return — anticipating more delicious pain for his agent.
The chuckle right in Stone's ear triggered a wave of wonderful tingles along his brain. Almost like praise. He felt like captured prey, chasing release under the looming the threat of his predator snapping his neck at any moment. The doctor certainly could end this. Withdraw his touch, rescind his permission. Shove Stone to the ground and kick him while he was down. It made every second all the more intense, because each one could be the last.
The agent felt like his cock might tear apart from the rough friction. Which drew a sound out of him that was somewhere between a sob and a moan and a laugh. A euphoric high washed over him when his hips moved back and he took notice of the hardness behind him. He was doing good, he thought. Doing a good job. Being a good dog and pleasing his sir. He pushed himself back to give more grinding pressure against the doctor. Forgetting for a moment that his own release was even a goal until the hand on his throat squeezed tighter.
Stone made a strangled attempt to beg for more. Wanting to feel consciousness slip away from him under the doctor's control. All he could do was make a broken whimpering sound as he rocked between the hard-on behind him and shoving his own through the burning grip. "S – S – mmn –"
"Good, yes. Mmhh..." The pain blending in with pleasure in the agent's voice was evident and exquisite. Robotnik was beginning to pant — the purposeful friction he was receiving was an exceptional feeling. But there was still a little push needed. After a few more thrusts, his hand abruptly withdrew. Watching Stone hump the air. The doctor's hand settled right on top of the healed scarring at the side of his ribs. Knowing too well that the inside had not fully healed yet — and gently pressed down. His voice, now raspy. Soft moans escaping his lips. He angled his head to his agent's ear with a firm command. "Cum, pathetic mongrel. Cum."
Stone's body gave a sudden shudder, almost a convulsion, at the pressure on his ribs. The nerves along the jagged scar fired all at once. The injuries beneath the skin protested. He filled his mind with the memories, albeit blurred with pain and whatever had been in his system. And with his eyes clenched shut, he shoved himself against the hand to force the pressure deeper. Excruciating pain. Beyond words. His vision doubled, then went black as his system was overwhelmed with it all. He felt his orgasm like it was ripped from him, shaking through it, unable to moan. Just – choking on the sounds against the doctor's grip.
Like music to the doctor's ears. Every little sound that got stuck in the grip around his agent's throat sent waves of pleasure through him. He did not let Stone linger any longer on his lap. Spreading his own legs and dropping him to the floor with a thud. "Not quite done yet, Stone." Pushing the agent around with his legs, he forcibly made him kneel before Robotnik. With impatient eagerness, he unbuttoned his pants with one hand, while he removed the glove on his other by biting the tip of it and pulling — thinking Stone could not possibly pay attention right now. Taking his own cock in his hand with immediate vigorous strokes around the head. His other hand grabbed the agent's face, digging his nails into the sides. "Open your mouth."
No thoughts. None. Stone only heard and obeyed – mouth opening without even understanding why he was doing so. Only that his doctor commanded him to. He gazed up at him without any awareness in his half-lidded eyes, glassy with tears he did not even realize fell down his cheeks.
"Mmgrrm..." The doctor's eyes rolled back at the sight. Like a glimpse of seeing Stone's mind broken enough to stop thinking. Like a mindless slave for his own pleasure and amusement. A violent shudder coursed through him. His vision blacked out as his head tilted back with a long obscene moan. All muscles seizing. As his orgasm hit him with unexpected force. Spilling all over Stone's pretty face.
Stone remained completely still other than a small flinch when an overzealous shot landed too close to his eye. But he refused to close them. Just watching. Not actively processing the view of his doctor's orgasm, but feeling satisfaction warm his blood nonetheless. There was a quiet moment after the doctor finished. Stone stayed on his knees, slowly closing his mouth and swallowing what landed on his tongue. The rest dripping down his cheeks, following the paths of the tear stains.
"Oh, you," he managed on a shaky exhale. Blinked a few times. Still no thoughts processing except, "You are gorgeous." And a quiet, happy hum. Gazing with a small smile lifting the corner of his lips. "... Thank you, sir."