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William Riker prided himself on being an attentive lover. He had found himself an easy man to please, and he always wanted to return that pleasure, in greater fold if he could. He took a certain vanity from the reputation that had followed him from ship to ship, planet to planet, starbase to starbase- not just that of someone who had a lot of sex, but rather of someone who did sex extremely well. Bringing a partner to the heights of ecstasy was just as enjoyable as experiencing that ecstasy himself- sometimes moreso. And of course, it was always a joy to uncover the secrets of a new bedmate, to see if he could find what made them tick, made them writhe, even if he was only with them for a night. There was beauty in the freedom of love, and Riker was happy he lived in an era of human history where he could pursue such love to its fullest extent. Man or woman, human or not, Will Riker loved, deeply and indiscriminately, and with great relish for differences. He loved with his whole body, and he wanted that love to spill over, to pour as much of it as he could into others. And if, as a result, people blushed when they heard his name, or raised their eyebrows when he introduced himself in a bar, if he was approached by murmurs of ‘your reputation precedes you’- well, he didn't mind that in the slightest.
Lieutenant Commander Data did not blush, and if he raised his eyebrows it was more likely an expression of confusion than sexual innuendo. No, for the most part, the expected human indicators of interest and desire were absent in Data. As such, those who did not know better found it easy to assume that he had no desires- no emotions- that he could not be receptive to an amorous touch. Well, Riker was not so feeble-minded. Riker did know better.
Riker loved Data, indeed, loved him more than most. He loved seeing Data pleased by something, loved how cute he was when he was confused, loved all the earnest and occasionally absurd ways he attempted to make himself more ‘human’. He loved kissing that pale mouth, loved running his hands over smooth, shimmering skin, loved burying himself in a heat that vibrated like the core of a starship- and he loved, loved, loved making Data come.
“Can you orgasm?” Riker had asked him, quite hopefully, the first time they were together.
“I do not experience sexual climax in the way human males do,” Data had answered him, perfectly frank, not shy or coy in the slightest (something else Riker loved). “Ejaculation, for example, is neither necessary nor possible, as I cannot reproduce with humans. Or any species, for that matter.”
“That's mechanics,” Riker had said, waving a hand. “What about the feeling? Can you reach a…a peak of sexual pleasure?”
Data had considered this, head tilted to one side.
“Under certain stimulus conditions, I can experience a kind of cascade reboot, where minor systems switch on and off again in waves,” Data had offered.
“And does that feel good?”
“Yes, Will. Very.”
“Perfect.”
Of course, trying to analogize the behavior of any non-human person to a human frame of reference was usually a mistake, Riker had long learned that- and in Data’s case, this was especially true. Further conversation in the same night had revealed a delightful tidbit Riker wouldn't have even considered on his own:
“If you come and I don't notice, and you get too sensitive, tell me, alright, baby?” Riker had said between kisses pressed to the insides of Data’s thighs. The look of innocent incomprehension Data had given him- coloured, for once, by a certain heavy-lidded ardour- had made Riker ache.
“Will? I do not understand.”
“If you- if you have a cascade reboot, and need me to slow down. I don't know what it looks like yet, sweetheart- but I can't wait to find out.”
A wink and a grin Data probably didn't fully appreciate.
“Ah. That is not a feature of my mechanics, Will. The state continues until the stimulus causing it stops. However, it would not be advisable to maintain that condition for more than an hour, as there is a risk my circuits may overheat.”
Riker had needed a moment to process this news. By the time he had the wherewithal to close his hanging jaw, it was with the notion that he had won the fucking lottery. Literally.
“One of these days, then,” Riker had said. “...I am going to make you come for fifty-nine minutes.”
Data had blinked at least three times to that, but he certainly hadn't objected.
And there were other things to learn. ‘Fully functional’, Data tended to say, and that meant he had an assortment of sexual programs, some of which acted like human arousal, and others of which directed behaviour. These latter ones, Riker eventually concluded, were of little use. Data could run through a simulacrum of human intercourse as easily as he could calculate a journey to the nearest second, but this wasn't what brought him pleasure. And Riker wanted to give him pleasure, a fact he had to convince Data of repeatedly.
(Prejudice is very human- and whether he was aware of it or not, the Federation’s prejudice had done a number on poor Data Soong. It ached, and not in a good way, when Riker had to remind him that he wanted to indulge a partner, not act out a scene with a sex toy.)
“The kinds of stimulus that cause my system to react do not always correspond with what humans tend to find enjoyable,” Data had told him, and perhaps a little anxiously, too. Riker had kissed him, pressing the truth into his skin: Riker didn't mind, didn't care. He wanted to learn. And if it was a learning curve, hey- Will Riker was not one to shy from a challenge, especially not one in the bedroom.
And in the end, it hadn't even been that difficult. Unlike humans, Data’s responses to ‘stimuli’ did not change due to things like fluctuating hormones, or time of day, or mood, or whatever else. Push the right buttons- sometimes literally- and the reaction was remarkably consistent. To Riker’s overwhelming delight, said reaction could also be incredibly intense.
…which brought them to the present moment.
“Ah- ah,” Data’s head twitched against the pillow, and Riker kissed his shoulder like a reward, pressing the pad of his thumb deeper into the pressure point below Data’s simulated collarbone. That was a spot that was sure to make him shiver. There was another, hooked beneath the ridge of his lowest ribs, and Riker’s hands wandered there. He had to dig in, had to push hard enough to cause pain in a human, but with Data this wasn't pain, not even slightly. The android glitched and spasmed and whimpered, and made even better noises that weren't human at all, static crackling and clock ticking and- when Riker really got him going- a rapid click-click-click-click sound in his throat that was remarkably akin to a cat’s purr. Or an old-fashioned combustion engine. Yeah, Riker fucking loved that sound.
He released the pressure point and smoothed his palm down Data’s side, a soothing gesture to the wire-nerve he knew lay just beneath the bioplast there, and when Data’s form began to relax he offered a few steady strokes to his cock.
“W-Will. Wi-i-i-!”
“That's good, hmm, honey?”
Data’s wide eyes were made of liquid, yellow light, and he arched his fine neck up from the bed, asking for a kiss Riker happily gave. Warm fingers carded through Riker’s hair, fingernails brushing his scalp; Data, ever observant, had picked up on more than a few of Riker’s own ‘pressure points’, of course. Riker groaned.
“Not so fast,” he murmured against Data’s lips. “You're too hot, you know that, right? Let's get you going first.”
Data hummed in response, an encouraging sign- if his voicebox was already starting to glitch too much for actual English words, Riker's game was on point tonight.
Riker lifted himself from the bed to straddle Data’s prone form, took the android’s wrists and pinned them over his head with a little squeeze; not that Riker could ever possibly hope to manhandle an entity stronger than a bulldozer, but Data liked that kind of thing, so. The android’s pale eyelashes fluttered, his lips parted; Riker knew this was one of the sex-program responses but he could tell also that it was pretty honest, because Data’s imitation-breathing was on the fritz, chest rising and falling as smoothly as a buffering transmission (which was to say, not smoothly at all). It was a cute face, too, Riker wouldn't deny that.
“Let's see,” Riker ran a hand down Data’s chest, pressing hard against the soft skin, and Data’s head spasmed into the pillow once more. “Where is it, again?”
The question was for play, he knew exactly where it was: Riker pressed hard against Data’s left pectoral, more or less where the heart would be on a human, and the panel there slid open as smooth as butter. Data whimpered again, the sound malfunctioning beyond human recognition in his throat.
“Yeah, that's it, sweetheart,” Riker murmured and, utterly entranced, he reached in to touch one of the wires his efforts had revealed to him. Oh, this was such a wonderful thing, such a deliciously kept secret. The red wires were the best, Riker knew, and he pinched one between his fingers, feeling the current thrumming just beneath the coating, an electric shock just millimeters from his skin. Data spasmed, fucking incredible, and Riker pushed him down with a kiss so he could swallow all those glitchy little moans and sighs as he rolled the wire between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it until he felt the metal delicately bend.
“Good?”
“Y-y-yes, g-g-g-g-!”
“Hush.”
Riker closed the panel in his chest, gave him, oh, a minute or so to recover as he kissed and sucked at that glimmering white throat. No hickeys were going to appear, but hey, a man could dream. Just when Data seemed like he was beginning to recover himself, Riker’s palm snaked down his torso and pressed to another panel, this one central in his lower belly. No delicate touches this time, Riker plunged his hand into the mess of wires there, letting the smaller ones tangle about his fingers. He flexed the digits, tugging the wires this way and that, and Data’s lovely golden eyes rolled back into his head. If he stretched, with two fingers Riker could stroke the warm, flexing metal column that was Data’s spine. Data forgot himself, perfect, one hand moved from the pinned position Riker had left it in to curl about Riker’s wrist, fingers twitching mechanically against Riker’s skin. The best part was Data’s face- by the look of that expression, it wasn't going to take much more. Riker kissed him, wet and open-mouthed, and wrapped the intruding hand into a fist, pulling all the wires taut. With his free hand he pushed at the pressure point under the ribs again- a bit of a workout, but more than worth it, oh yes. Riker saw it then, the sight that sent lightning under his own skin, that drove him mad: the golden camera shutters that were Data’s irises unwound nearly all the way, until the sensitive black lense was almost all that could be seen, taking in more light and more colour than the human brain could comprehend. Cascade reboot, starting now. Fuck-ing-hell.
Riker laughed victoriously, and kissed Data again. It was more satisfying every damn time. Riker could never get tired of this.
The position had to change a bit; Riker lifted off Data’s thighs and moved behind him, rolling the android onto his side. He didn't let his fingers slip entirely from the opening in Data’s stomach, still tugging at the wires all the way, and like this Data went so soft and pliant he was like putty in Riker’s arms. Without any prompting at all, a panel at the back of Data’s neck opened up, and with a grin Riker pulled lightly at one of the offered wires with his teeth. Not that he should put saliva too close to actual fucking computer circuitry, but it was impossible to resist a little touch.
“You're so sexy like this,” Riker groaned in the android’s ear. “So perfect and sweet. Angel.”
The purring sound had started, so Data couldn’t reply if he wanted to; still he turned his head, trying to nuzzle back under Riker’s chin, to press their bodies as close to flush as he could. Riker had wondered before if the gesture was one Data had picked up from Spot. Adorable, either way, it was.
Riker’s cock had been aching to go for some time now, and even if his patience was well-trained, there did come a limit. He didn't want to stop fiddling with the wires- anathema, it was, to risk ending that well-earned cascade reboot- so Riker maneuvered his left arm between Data’s narrow waist and the mattress to take up the position, and with his right he smoothed a palm over Data’s ass, lifting his trembling thigh.
“You ready, baby?”
A jerky, mechanical nod. Riker pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
Despite his stellar reputation- or perhaps, as one cause of it- penetrative sex had always been a little difficult for William Riker (at least, when he was supposed to be the one doing the penetrating). There was a line where ‘big’ went from impressive to uncomfortable, and with men especially, Riker’s anatomy tended to cross it by quite a substantial margin. He had never let this fact bother him in life, never let it get in the way of mutually enjoyable sexual experiences, but still…it was a little nice, he would admit, to not have to worry about that at all.
They didn't even need lubrication. Data, the marvelous thing, did it all himself.
Riker began to push in- tight, wet heat, spasming and vibrating against his skin- the moan that escaped him couldn't possibly be held back. He had bottomed out in a minute, so far inside he knew his fingers and the head of his cock couldn’t actually be that far apart- Christ. A thought to drive any man mad.
Data was well passed ‘mad’. Riker started to thrust, and Data purred and jerked and melted like warm taffy, it really didn't get any better, did it? Making all those complicated calculations fly clean out of that pretty head.
“Love this,” Riker groaned, rubbing his nose against the exposed part of Data’s neck. “Love you. So much. Oh, my God.”
Riker couldn't really control his grip on the android’s insides, it all felt too good; Data’s typically neat hair was a mess, rubbed wild against the pillow and Riker’s chest. Riker could feel his core humming at double-speed, a vibration that traveled into the bed and into Riker’s bones and definitely into Riker’s cock. This perfect creature was going to be the death of him.
And what was a good orgasm, anyway, if not a malfunction?
Riker didn't know how long he managed to keep it up, but it probably wasn't that long. Data was harder to resist than most things. When Riker’s own orgasm started it was some inevitable, earth-cracking thing, a ninety-foot wave crashing slowly over the city, a volcano exhaling liquid smoke into the sky. He saw lights flickering madly in the dark behind his eyelids; not unlike certain positronic matrices, that. Ecstasy. He was allowed to let it out deep inside, Data had long given him permission.
When Riker came back to himself again it was only slowly, and with much trembling and tingling of his own, a dizziness in his head that took its time to swirl away again. The arm pressed between Data and the bed had gone numb, and with a low groan he pulled it back, Data shifting minutely to allow him to.
All the panels were sealed up again, but Data’s movements were as slow and languid as a creature underwater when he turned to look at Riker again. Riker pressed a chaste kiss to slack, golden lips.
“How was that?” Riker asked. Data let out a tiny, almost toneless hum, and Riker raised his eyebrows.
“Still no words? Wow.” Yes, he was a little proud, so what?
“It. It was. Highly satisfactory.”
“Mm, yes, I thought so too.”
Riker rubbed a hand down Data’s side once more; now the thrumming of his core had slowed down, and the sound was soothing.
“I’m going to sleep,” Riker murmured drowsily. “Okay?”
Under his chin, he felt Data nod.
“Good. Love you.”
“I love you, as well.”
Now his voice was back to normal. If there was a crisis on the ship right now, Mr. Data would report posthaste, and no one would have the faintest clue how thoroughly he’d just been fucked. Distantly- for already the world was fading- Riker chuckled.
Nothing else like this- there was nothing else like this in the world.