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Boothill had never put a lot of thought into his robotic body after his “death”, as he had got in the habit of referring to it as.
In all honesty, most of him had died that day. When he was being put back together, more cold metal and wires than blood and flesh, he hadn’t ever thought about the fine details that could have been added. Hell bent on revenge for his family, he’d skipped most sensors, opting to feel as little as possible. The only true feeling left was on his face, and even then it was limited. His eyes were augmented, though even as a human he’d been a quick shot. Honestly, he quite enjoyed all the additions in his eyes, the ability to aim and zoom came in quite handy after all.
He didn’t like to think about the robotics that were welded to his brain, blurring the lines between alive and dead. Wired into his very being, or what was left of it. So, he didn’t think about adding more sensors to his body, content enough with the dull sensation of warmth he felt whenever someone touched his metal body - not that many ever had.
That was until Argenti.
Argenti was something he had never seen coming, and never could have. Worming his way into Boothill’s life with his flowery words and bold actions. He had been quite candour with his attraction to Boothill, and for someone who was not used to much more than sideward glances of pity, it had shaken him.
Their relationship was something very new to Boothill, who had retained very little memories from his life before. Requesting only to keep the most important things, little scraps of his family that kept him on his path.
He remembered little to nothing about his romantic past, if he’d had one at all. He got little flashes sometimes, the lingering warmth of a touch long gone. However, Argenti, in all his sweet words and patience, definitely had a lot more… practice . There had been a few times they had come close to being intimate, and Boothill shivers as the memory of Argenti’s hands clutching his jaw floods his memory.
“My love...'' The words are hushed against Boothill’s lips. He couldn’t decipher where he ended and Argenti began - he could only focus on the warmth of the other man’s lips as they hungrily kissed his own. He could feel the dull tickle of where Argenti’s hands were grazing his hips, shivering as a finger dips over the ports on his waist. The man had him pushed into the back of one of the plush sofas aboard One and Only, their schedules having finally aligned, leaving them with just a few short days together.
Boothill pulls away, and if he’d had any lungs his breath would have been stolen by the sight opposite him. Argenti’s eyes were blown out with lust, the gorgeous forest green of his eyes now just a small ring around his dilated pupils. Boothill would never get used to the fact that Argenti desired him too, made evident by his appearance. His cheeks were flushed a pretty rose colour, Boothill’s eyes cascading down his body - he was without his armour, wearing just that cursed black and red compression shirt - showing off every dip of muscle across his chest.
Boothill startles when Argent’s palm cups his cheek, bringing his gaze back up to his own, and he practically purrs in the back of his throat. Without his gloves he could feel the heat radiate from his palm. It was truly one of his favourite things when Argenti touched his face. The man lets off a little chuckle, rumbling upwards from his chest, his other hand coming up to cradle Boothill’s face in his hands.
“Aren’t you a beautiful thing?” Argenti says, wording it like a question but Boothill knew it was nothing of the sort.
“No need to flatter me sugar, y’ already got me.” he drawls, feigning the confidence he didn’t possess and turning to drop a little fleeting kiss into his palm.
Argenti hums, “Don’t I just.” and with that he pulls him back into the kiss, Boothill can’t help the little gasp that comes from the back of his throat as Argenti pushes him backwards onto the couch, climbing into Boothill’s lap. It knocks his hat from his head, though he doesn’t even react as it falls to the floor, monochrome hair following and tumbling over the edge of the cushions. He can just feel him settle over his cock, and the treacherous thing gives a measly twitch. Despite how much Boothill wanted this.
He’d skipped the sensors in his dick.
During the absolute pain and trauma of both dying and losing his body, family and planet. He hadn’t really thought about it. Hadn’t thought he’d ever get back a semblance of the life and love he’d had before. Not until Argenti.
He startles from his thought as he feels Argent’s warm palm flatten against his stomach, pushing to dip below his trousers. He jumps before he can think about it, metal fingers clamping around Argent’s wrist to stop him. The man gasps as he pulls away from the kiss, wincing, and Botthill realises just how hard he was gripping.
“ Fuck! Fudge! Sorry.” he yanks his hand back, but Argenti is faster - gripping his hand before Boothill can spiral. He looks up and has to swallow thickly, feeling the taste of oil in his mouth, the gentle sound of his fans working harder than usual. Argenti was always such a sight, but god did he look good hovering over him right now. Thick red hair was falling around him, brushing against Boothill’s chest.
He couldn’t feel it. What he does feel is the ghost of his lungs working overtime to regain his breath, his body wanting to fall down a swirl of panic even as he knows it’s no longer equipped to do such a thing.
Argenti is on top of him, all around him, and he can’t feel him.
“It's quite alright, my love.” Argenti’s smile is gentle, annoyingly patient and understanding. Boothill truly thought he didn’t deserve it. “I’m the one who needs to apologise, I should have confirmed your consent prior to starting anything.”
Boothill groans, throwing one hand over his face. That’s not really the issue, but he can’t find it in himself to explain it right now. Argenti is already getting up out of his lap, fingers falling away from his face, and he misses the warmth immediately. He’s barely listening as the gorgeous man starts asking him if he’d like to try a new tea he’d purchased in Penacony instead.
That is what had lead Boothill to where he was now, wallowing in what he couldn’t decipher as either self pity or loathing. There’s a dram of whisky sat in front of him, was it his 3rd? Perhaps a higher number, he’d not been counting. He hears his phone chime from one of his pockets, aware it was probably Argenti. He was finishing up a job in a week and had been asking Boothill about his schedule. He wasn’t ignoring his lover as such. But since last time things had been a little off, and he knew it was entirely his own fault. Argenti had gone back to treating him like glass, lingering touches and nothing more than the most fleeting of kisses.
Boothill was horny .
That was something he definitely didn't anticipate when being given this body. He knew there were things he could do, remedied, sensor additions he could consider. But they were expensive. More credits than he would probably see in his life. He only just registers someone sitting beside him, the alcohol slowing his intuitions, his sharp eye slowing as he turns to focus on the very green looking blonde man who was currently smirking across at him from the other chair.
“What ails you, my metal friend?” Aventurine grins, those dual-coloured eyes twinkling at him, and all he can offer is a groan in response. He had a rather strange relationship with Aventurine, not quite friends but not quite enemies either. Boothill did his best to get past the fact he worked for the IPC, but there was only so much he could do. Retrospectively, he knew the fate of his planet had nothing to do with the man - and if the mark on his neck was anything to go by, Aventurine had his own past to deal with.
“That bad, huh?” is all he says instead as Boothill doesn’t reply, lifting a gloved hand to the bartender who brings him over something that looks rather expensive.
“What d'ya you want, Aventurine?”
“A man can’t come to a bar and sit with a friend?” he drawls, sipping on his drink once it’s placed in front of him. It looks fizzy and crisp, and Boothill resists the urge to twist his nose, almost feeling the bubbles in his own nostrils.
“We ain’t friends.”
Aventurine just laughs. “Ouch, okay, cut me deep, Boothill. And here I was planning our future together.”
Boothill does resist laughing at that, though he can’t hold in an amused huff which Aventurine seems to take as a win. They dip into a silence, one which is soon interrupted by another ping from Boothill’s phone. He sighs, reaching for his drink instead and throwing the last of it back. It burns unpleasantly on the way down his throat, at which point he can no longer feel it.
Aventurine raises an eyebrow. “You want another?”
“If you’re payin’”
It’s barely a moment later when another whisky is placed in front of him. This one looks significantly nicer than the engine oil he was drinking before. It's confirmed when he takes a sip, flowing down his throat easily, leaving behind the sweet tinge of honey. He takes his phone out at last, scanning through the last few messages from Argenti, taking another gulp at the last message.
Is everything alright, dearest?
He sighs, putting it down on the bar with a little clack. He can feel Aventurine’s bright eyes watching him careful.
“Trouble in paradise?” he asks after a moment. “I didn’t know you had someone like that. Honestly, I didn’t know you had it in you.” he comments, sounding just a little impressed.
“Neither did I.” Boothill sighs. He can feel his circuit boards trying to keep up with the inebriation of the alcohol. It doesn’t work in the same way it did when he was human, and he almost misses the warm fuzzy feeling he can barely remember. It made him sluggish, but overall less numb than he wishes it would.
“So, what’s wrong?” Aventurine takes a sip of his own drink, and Boothill studies him for a moment. He doesn’t seem to have ill-intent, his voice unassuming and posture open. He is without his usual jacket and hat, Avign eyes still slightly concealed behind tinted glasses.
Boothill groans, downing the last of his drink. It almost feels like a waste to drink it so fast. Aventurine watches it go down with slightly widened eyes, lifting his hand briefly so another drink is put down in place of the empty glass.
“My…” he shakes his head “I’m havin’ problems with… my body.”
Aventurine hums. “I may not know a lot about cyborgs but you’re a pretty fine looking man.”
Boothill shakes his head. “Not like that.” he takes one more sip before, for once metaphorically, biting the bullet. “When I was given this body, I didn’t think about… sex.”
Aventurine chokes on the sip of his drink and Boothill can feel his fans whirl as he heats up in embarrassment .“Ah, fuck, fudge, forget I said anythin’”
“No, no, I’m sorry.” Aventurine clears his throat. “Just not what I was expecting. I guess I never thought of that.” he leans closer as if sharing something scandalous no one else can be privy to, tilting his head Boothill’s way. “Do you still have a dick?”
Boothill scoffs incredulously. “Yes, you son of a bitch! nice lady!”
Aventurine tips his head back as he laughs. “So, what’s the problem then?”
He spits the next words out before he can regret confiding this in anyone, Aventurine only just schooling his laughing in time. “Well, I didn’t get any sensors put in it.”
“Ah, well, I definitely see the issue then.”
“I just, Arg- he deserves better than that.” Boothill takes another gulp of his drink. “He’s been so kind to me, I can’t give that back.”
“You can get those installed, no?” Aventurine leans on his hand and Boothill is glad he seems to be taking this seriously. At least that he’d stopped laughing.
Boothill still gives him an incredulous look. “Galaxy Rangers ain’t exactly payin’ big bucks.”
Aventurine just hums, finishing his own drink. “I suppose not. Would you, though?”
“Huh?”
“If you had the credits, would you get the sensors?”
“In a second.” Boothill rolls his eyes, glancing over at his phone. The message from Argenti lies open and he can’t quite bring himself to reply just yet, even as he feels the guilt swirling down the pit of his stomach, mixing with the alcohol. He said it himself, Argenti deserves better - and yet…
“Gambler.” a deep voice pulls him out of his thoughts and he turns to see a man standing particularly close to Aventurine, who has somewhat of a dopey smile on his face he recognised well.
“Veritas.” Aventurine purrs. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Topaz sent for you.” he sighs, brushing Aventurine’s blonde hair from his face in such a sweet motion it has Boothill’s chest yearning for his own lover. “Have you been drinking?”
“Just one with my friend here.” Aventurine hops down from the chair, allowing Ratio a hand in his as assistance. He turns to Boothill with a gentle smile. Much sweeter now that the stoic man beside him was here. “I’m afraid I will have to bid you farewell, friend.”
Boothill frowns as Aventurine reaches out, taking his hand in his own. Between his metal plated fingers and Aventurine’s gloves he can barely feel anything, not even the large amount of credits being pushed into his palm. “For the tab.”
And with that Aventurine is strolling out of the place, laughing loudly and linking his arm through Ratio’s, who looks slightly flustered. It's only when Boothill looks down at his hand that he realises what Aventurine has done.
The smile on Argenti’s face as he steps aboard One and Only makes the last few weeks completely worth it. He barely has the chance to put his bag down before he’s being swallowed into a hug, red hair sweeping into his vision. The scent of roses floods his nose and he immediately sinks into Argenti’s embrace, hands coming up to grab around his waist.
Argenti pulls away after a moment, clutching at his cheeks and tipping his head back in order to kiss him. Boothill groans into it, fingers scrambling for purchase on his waist. Although Argenti’s kiss is still soft, it’s deeper than anything they’d shared in weeks and it has warmth swirling around in Boothill’s abdomen.
“Hey there.” is all he can manage as Argenti finally pulls away, his chest shaking as he takes a deep breath.
“Hello, my sweetest.” Argenti is grinning as he runs his thumbs over Boothill’s cheekbones, and his mind ticks with everything he has to tell him. Aventurine’s money had gone to good use, and he could now feel the warmth of Argenti clearer than ever before. Could feel every point where they touch. Not as deeply as on his face but it has him shuddering all the same. “Come in, it must have been such a long journey - would you like to rest? I’ve set up your charging port by the bed.”
Boothill lets himself be guided onto the ship, placing his hat down on the coffee table. “Nah, I’m alright.”
“Are you hungry?” Argenti pulls him down onto the very sofa that had sparked his entire crisis. “I stopped and picked up some food from that Cyborg place you love so much.”
“Well, aren’t you an angel?” Boothill grins, sharp teeth flashing. He means it with his whole being, Argenti was always so thoughtful like that.
Argenti chuckles at the flattery, seemingly unbothered as he reaches out, gently pushing Boothill’s hair away to see both eyes and smoothly tucking it behind his ear. “I just like to dote on my love.”
Boothill hums, his thoughts dragging back to his newly installed sensors. He had gone for upgrades all over his body, although focusing particularly on his genitalia. However now he can feel the plush of the sofa more defined beneath his hands - it’s velvety, catching on his fingertips. It feels somewhat familiar, perhaps he had once owned something similar.
“Sweetheart?” Argenti’s voice gently lulls him back to reality, and he looks up to meet those pretty candied apple eyes. “Are you… alright?”
Boothill turns to him, eyes scanning down where Argenti was once again wearing that compression shirt that haunted his dreams. It pulls tight over his chest, allowing him to see his nipples pushing against the material. He couldn’t tell if the temperature was to blame, unable to feel it himself and it had him swallowing thickly, fans already kicking to life.
“ Fuck Fudge it.” he grips the material of that fucking shirt , pulling Argenti down to crash their lips together. The redhead makes a noise of surprise that morphs into a sweet little moan as Boothill nips hit bottom lip with his teeth. He clambers over so quickly and with great lack of grace. Argenti makes another little noise of shock, hands grasping Boothill’s thighs as he settles in his lap.
He can feel the fingertips, the way they’re gripping his metal thighs and it makes him dizzy with want. Argenti is so warm, kissing him back with so much enthusiasm it has his head spinning.
“My love?” he mutters against Boothill’s lips as he dips down, biting into the gorgeously soft skin of his neck. Argenti gasps, his torso bowing into him and Aeons could Boothill get drunk of those sounds. One of Argenti’s hands comes up, caressing down his hair. “Wait- ah !”
Another bite into that skin, Boothill nosing against his neck and watching the way it reddens around the little indents his sharp teeth made. It’s gorgeous, the blood running to the surface. He reaches up to gently thumb over it, Argenti’s whole body shuddering as he does - which just makes him dive right back in.
“Boothill-” Argenti tries to speak again but he’s too drunk of the feeling, even to think about the fact Argenti used his name rather than the usual endearment. Too focused on the places where they touch, the feeling of Argenti’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding onto his thigh. It’s making his new found dick hum to life, fans whirring loudly. It's only when he bites down on Argenti’s clavicle that the other man finally cracks. “ Stop !”
He yanks Boothill’s hair, and he can’t stop the filthy moan that falls from his lips. Shit, did he like that? The pain of the pull crackles down from his scalp, settling in his belly and making him want this even more.
“S-sorry.” he pants out, eyes focusing on Argenti - he hears the clicking of the shutters as his brian lags to catch up with the technology. Argenti is gorgeously flushed and panting but his eyes are searching his own with so much concern it twists painful guilt in Boothill’s chest.
“Sweetheart.” he clears his throat. “Please do not feel you have to force yourself to do anything intimate with me.”
Boothill’s brain ticks for a second, struggling to take those words in. All he manages is a dumb sounding, “Huh?”
Argenti clears his throat. Boothill can feel the way he’s gently stroking his thigh as a show of comfort, and it makes his chest swell. For all his lover knew he could not feel that, yet it was such a sweet gesture of fondness. “You have evaded intimacy thus far, and I have felt you distancing yourself these past weeks. I don’t want you to feel like you must do this with me. You must know I care for you no matter what?”
He’s finally piecing it together in his mind, and groans inwardly at how this must have looked to Argenti the last few weeks. “Shit. Shirt.” Argenti just looks at him with confusion and he sighs, climbing back out of his lap and settling down on the couch beside him. He lets himself cool down for a moment, hardwear working overtime to keep up with all the new equipment and feelings .
“I gotta talk to you about somethin’” he breathes after a few moments. Argenti tilts his head.
“Anything.”
He groans, realising he actually has to explain this all and Argenti was always so fucking paitent… “I ain’t good at talkin’.”
“That, I am aware of.” Argenti smiles and Boothill can’t help but chuckle. He feels the way the other’s hand reaches over, touching his arm with such gentleness. Just grazing the surface of where his bullets were kept.
“I really wanna… f- fu- god damn darn these censors.” he so wishes he could curse. At the best of times he struggled to articulate, nevermind when the god damn Synesthesia Beacon limited what he wanted to say. He had asked when getting the sensors upgraded, however they couldn’t remove remote IPC technology like that. Add it to the list of reasons to despise them.
“Take your time.”
“How did you say it…” he sighs. “I really wanna… be intimate .” Argenti doesn’t hide the surprise on his face, but remains quiet to allow Boothill to get it all out in one go. Something he appreciated. Honestly, sometimes it was annoying how well he knew him. “I was pushin’ you away because… Well, when I got this body I skipped out on a lot of things I maybe shouldn't've.” he has to look away from Argenti’s eyes to say the next part. “If we were to fuckfork then I wouldn’tve felt a god damn darn thing.”
“Oh.”
He looks back to Argenti, seeing a little pink blush rise to his cheeks. Fuck, did he always have to look so gorgeous? “Yeah, oh . But, uh, friend o’ mine - I guess - helped out and I got a few… upgrades .”
“ Oh .” it takes a moment but a soft smile comes over Argenti’s face. “What kind of upgrades, dearest?”
Boothill huffs, hearing those god damn fans whir to life again at the embarrassment. Argenti hears them too and it doesn’t help the way he smirks. “Well, I was tryna show you.”
The warm hand moves from his arm to clutching Boothill’s chin between thumb and forefinger. He tries not to keen, leaning into the feeling of Argenti’s fingers. “Well. By all means, continue.”
Their eyes meet for a single moment and Argenti is smiling so sweetly at him. Instead of the rushed kiss of earlier, Argenti pulls him close with the cradle he has on his chin. His lips are always so soft, Boothill knows he must take care of his skin. Everything was so smooth, he could only feel the slight catch of calluses on his hands presumably from using his lance. Something new, something he’d never noticed before.
Argenti’s lips are incessant on his own, leading the kiss this time. Boothill allows him to push him backwards onto the sofa, his legs immediately falling open to allow Argenti to fit between them. His mind struggles to keep up, synapses firing into wires at all the new feelings he wasn’t used to. The weight on top of him was so pleasant, the plush cushions under his back - the slight annoyance of his hair being stuck behind him. It was all incredible .
“Argenti…” he manages, fingers fisting in his shirt.
“Just let go, love.” the man replies, mumbling into his lips like a hushed prayer. His hands slide down. “Let yourself feel me.”
Boothill feels the need to swallow, hands running up Argenti’s back and bunching on the hem of his shirt. The other seems to catch on, sitting up off Boothill for a moment. He misses the warmth and pressure against him but quickly forgets that as Argenti pulls that cursed shirt off over his head.
“Holy shit. shirt.” his hand comes out immediately, pressing against the hardened muscle of the man’s torso. He’s all valleys and dips of muscle, cording down his chest and Boothil finds his mouth entirely too dry. Argenti chuckles, letting Boothill’s metal hands trace over his abdomen, shuddering.
“Sorry, s’it cold?” Boothill pulls his hand away but Argenti takes it in his own, leaning back down.
“You’re perfect.” he mutters before meeting his lips again. The cyborg immediately deepens the kiss, revelling in the small groan Argenti makes and using it as an excuse to gently bite his bottom lip. Argenti invades his every sense, Boothill’s hands coming up to tangle through his thick red hair. He smelled like roses and a fresh forest, and it clouded his mind. His very being screams out for Argenti.
Boothill’s brain is fogging over with arousal, made worse when Argenti pushes a thigh between his legs, leaving little bites and kisses down Boothill’s neck. His fingers catch on the zip of his jacket, pulling it down and letting it fall open. Boothill struggles to pull it off from his position without breaking the kiss. Argenti chuckles against his neck, and he can almost feel the exhale of breath - warm against the junction where skin meets metal.
“Shut it.” Boothill groans, immediately forgetting what he’d been embarrassed about when Argenti leans down to press a single kiss into the middle of his plated chest, right over where his heart would be. He leads those kisses down his body, kissing each plate and screw, every dip of metal that made up his body.
Boothill was shivering at the feeling. It was overwhelming, running through his wires and filling his head with what felt like honey. His hand fell into Argenti’s hair, trying to ground himself, but feeling the brush of his lips on the exposed hip of his trousers had a full body shudder going through his body.
“My love.” The utterance of Argenti’s usual name for him had him trying to concentrate, forcing his eyes to focus on the man - he can hear them whirring to correct his blurred vision. Argenti’s hand rests just above his chaps, a breadth away from the button. “May I see?”
Boothill couldn’t find his voice for a moment, clearing his throat before managing to squeeze any words out. “Y-yeah.”
Argenti hummed, finally popping the button on his chaps before hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down. Boothill lifted his hips to help and he slid them down the cyborg’s long legs, tossing them somewhere near his shirt. It takes Boothill a moment to look down at his own body, his ankle resting on Argenti’s shoulder, leaving his spur dangerously close to his smooth milky skin. He’d forgotten to take them off after everything.
His eyes finally focus on his dick. It stood proudly against his stomach, doing its job as it was now programmed to do - reacting to the lust he felt. It was that same dark, almost black chrome metal as most of him, jointed in sections like a doll.
Argenti was sitting back on his knees to take in the sight and Boothill shivered under his gaze. His eyes were shot with lust as he took him in, and it squashed any last shred of doubt he carried with him.
“You’re a vision.” he breathes. “Like Idrila carved you herself.”
Boothill feels himself warm even further. “Aren’t you a sweet talker?” Argenti just hums, pressing a chaste kiss into the joint that would have been his ankle, and Boothill registers the click of his spurs popping off and being tossed somewhere in the room. He can’t help but laugh. “Watch where you’re throwin’ those, doll.”
“I’m sure you can find them when I’m done with you.” he says like the words are the easiest thing to him. His fingers graze down Boothill’s calf and his lips soon follow, fluttering sweet kisses all the way up Boothill’s leg. He can feel the anticipation grow within him, an almost familiar feeling of a rubber band being tightened somewhere in the pit of his stomach. He gulps as Argenti settles between his legs, lips barely even brushing against his inner thigh as he kisses it.
“I can feel that.” Boothill murmurs in wonder, and he feels the way Argenti’s lips lift into a smile on his leg.
“Yeah?” Argenti turns to him, hand smoothing over the back of his thigh. “Can you feel everywhere I touch you?”
Boothill hums a gentle confirmation, and Argenti’s eyes cast down to his newly upgraded dick. He can feel the gentle puff of breath over the head, and it has him shivering. God, why had he not had these initially.
“A-Argenti…” he doesn’t know what he’s calling for as his hand threads back into that thick red hair, trying not to get it caught on the joints of his finger.
“You want me to touch you, sweetheart?” Argenti smiles. His hand comes up to ghost over Boothill’s cock, and he could barely bring himself to look.
“Please.” he breathes. Argenti smiles, mouthing over the joint between his hip and his dick. Boothill shivers, his fingers contracting in red hair. “Don’t just stare…”
“Can you blame me when such allure is laid out before me?” he leans his head against Boothill’s hip.
“Aeons, just fuckin’ forkin’ touch me!” Boothill all but whines, writhing slightly in frustration. Argenti chuckles, but sits up slightly and leans his face towards his dick. Boothill only has a second for his eyes to go wide in realisation before Argenti is licking over the head of his cock. The moan he let out was euphoric, followed by a broken little, “ Shit Shirt.”
His back arches, other hand shooting down to grasp into Argenti’s hair as he sinks down on his dick. The man is looking up at him with awe, his eyes never leaving Boothill’s face and he groans in embarrassment, his hips bucking as Argenti takes the whole thing in his mouth. One of his hands moves from Boothill’s thigh to his waist, pinning him down to the sofa. He can feel his fans whirring loudly, a notification popping up in the corner of his vision warning him about overheating. He just groans, ignoring it. His whole body feels like it's boiling- he’s well aware of that without the warning.
When Argenti sucks though, his whole vision whites out and the band snaps so suddenly he thinks he loses consciousness for a moment.
It takes him a moment to come back to life, systems rebooting slower than usual, and when his eyes focus on Argenti he’s sitting up slightly. Boothill can’t do anything but watch as his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
“It’s sweet…” he mutters “I didn’t think you would still produce semen.”
Boothill wants to shut down again, probably will with how hot he becomes in embarrassment. There’s a less impending notification on his vision now, still warning about his overexertion, he blinks it away.
“It… it’s synthetic.” his tongue feels like a cotton swab, words slightly slurred.
“Part of your upgrades?” Argenti seems genuinely interested and it’s making him hum with embarrassment, only offering a nod in response.
Argenti seems to sense his distress and leans down. Boothill makes a noise of surprise as their lips meet, Argenti’s tongue sliding into his own mouth. He’s right, he can taste the remnants on his tongue and it's sweet, like fruit. It brings a flash of something, a memory of cutting up something that tasted similar.
Argenti is the first to pull away. “How gorgeous pleasure looks on you.”
Boothill feels like laughing. “I always was a quick shot.”
Argenti lets out a little chuckle, pressing little kisses into the corner of his mouth. “You’re just not used to it, dove.” he kisses on his lips again, once - sweet and chaste “Do you want to continue?”
“Yeah.” Boothill smiles. Argenti glances down at where his dick is still ‘erect’ and smirks.
“I suppose they did not give you a refractory period.” This time Boothill is the one to smirk as he shakes his head, as he’d opted out of that particular offer. “Shall we move to the bed? It will be more comfortable for you, my love? And there is more room.”
Boothill nods, although he’s not sure he can still properly feel his legs. Argenti pulls him up and he immediately feels his knee joints fail, Argenti gripping him around the waist. There’s an almost smug smile on the knight's face. He wants to kiss it away, but Argenti is gently guiding him towards the small bedroom. He makes his legs move, brain still lagging.
Argenti’s room on the ship is nondescript, unlike the rest of him. A simple bed covered in soft red bed sheets, which Boothill feels in his fingers as sits on the edge. It’s silky, flowing over the chrome of his fingers like water. Argenti’s hand tucks under his chin, bringing his gaze back up to meet his own.
“Sit back, make sure you’re comfortable.” His voice is tilted to a lower timbre, deep and comforting. Boothill nods as he pushes back to the headboard, the silky sheets caressing over his thighs. When he looks back Argenti is pulling down his pants and Boothill swallows thickly, watching as his dick springs free.
Gorgeous . Just like the rest of him.
Flushed a pretty pink, small little bead of pre-cum dripping down. A stark reminder that he was just as into this as Boothill.
“You’re so beautiful.” he breathes before he can stop himself.
Argenti is taken off guard for a moment, before a wide genuine smile overtakes his features. He climbs onto the bed with a lot more grace than Boothill had, settling comfortably on his lap. “Thank you.”
“Just speakin’ the truth, darlin’”
“And you say that I am the sweet talker.” Argenti chuckles, leaning past him to open the little drawer in his bedside table. He returns with a little bottle of lube and Boothill’s fans kick on. It’s brand new and unopened, as if he had been anticipating this.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Argenti’s voice is gentle, giving him one last chance to back out. Boothill nods so fast he feels like a bobble head. There was quite literally nothing he’d wanted more - not in this incarnation anyway.
Argenti smiles and asks, “Would you like to stretch me out or watch me do it myself?” as he uncaps the bottle. The sound snaps through the quiet of the room like a gunshot, much like the question had. Boothill bites on his lip, running it over in his mind. His eyes cast down to the jagged edges of his jointed fingers.
“Let me watch you?” He says after a few moments
“Okay love.” Argenti pours the liquid onto his fingers, warming it up for a few seconds between his middle and index finger before reaching behind him. Boothill’s hand grips his hip a tad tighter, eyes glued to Argenti’s face.
He can pinpoint the moment his fingers push into himself by the pretty little hitch in his breath, the way thick eyebrows draw together for a moment. He can’t see him actually doing it, but the slick sounds are enough to go off of.
“So fuckin’ forkin’ pretty.” Boothill groans. Argenti’s eyes flicker open and smile down at him. His face is beginning to shine with just a little bit of sweat, but it just makes him shimmer under the low lights. Argenti gasps suddenly, Boothill’s eyes going wide as he curls in on himself, hand falling to his plated chest as he pants. His movements have stopped and Boothill’s hand moves to clutch his waist.
“You okay?” he frowns in concern.
Argenti just chuckles, opening his eyes before starting the motions again, this time letting off gorgeous little moans at each movement. “I-I’m more than alright, love.”
It clicks in Boothill’s head a moment too late and he hears his fans whir louder at the realisation.
Argenti’s gaze casts down to meet his own and Boothill wants to come at the sight again. He’s so flushed, hair mussed and his face screwing up with pleasure. His hips start to cant backwards, Boothill testing the waters by pushing on his hips as he thrusts back on his fingers. Argenti holds his gaze as he pushes his fingers in again, moaning lowly as he hits his sweet spot dead on.
“You’re so fuckin’ forkin hot.” Boothill groans, starting to gain just a little confidence. In all honestly remembering that Argenti wanted him too had filled him with assurance “add another.”
“I don’t remember you being in charge.” Argenti huffs but he’s grinning at Boothill, seemingly pleased with him voicing his wants. Boothill watches intently as he pushes in a third finger and throws his head back. He’s gasping as he starts canting his hips back faster, meeting the thrusts of his own hand. “B-Boothill, sit back for me. I’m ready.”
Boothill could not do as he was told fast enough, resting against the pillows. Argenti pulls his fingers out, whining slightly at the loss as he grabs the lube, pouring copious amounts onto Boothill’s cock. He shudders at the feeling, the cold drip he can feel down his length. It’s already completely overwhelming, and he tries not to think about how he’s about to be inside of Argenti. His hand grips the other’s waist so tight it would probably bruise.
“Are you ready, love?” Argenti asks gently, his hand coming out to touch Boothill’s cheek - warm, grounding. Boothill leans into his palm, taking a few moments just to calm down, fans cooling down overheating circuit boards.
“Yeah.”
Argenti takes his cock and sits up on his knees, lining it up with his hole. He sinks down and Boothill’s vision nearly blacks out again, his fingers gripping Argenti’s waist.
“Holy shit shirt” Boothill breathes out. Argenti was fucking hot inside. It’s tight around his cock as he sinks down a few inches. God, he felt like he could come already. White noise rings in his ears as he tries to concentrate on taking in Argenti’s face.
Argenti sinks down slowly, and Boothill focuses on his blissed out expression to stop himself coming immediately, resisting the urge to buck up into his heat. Eventually, Argenti is fully seated in Boothill’s lap - his cock stretching him out so well that he had to groan, fingers finding purchase on Boothill’s chest.
“You’re big.” he breathes out a little chuckle. “You pick it yourself?”
Boothill has to bark out a laugh at that, Argenti grounding him in the moment. Just like usual.
“Sorry, Sugar - just got what I was given.” he licks over his lips, Argenti wincing slightly as he sits up a bit. “You okay?”
“Just… give me a second.” Argenti mutters, his hands moving down Boothill’s chest to around where his navel once was. Boothill just gently strokes his thumb across Argenti’s hip as he breathes into it.
Boothill is just getting used to the delicious tight heat when Argenti gives an experimental little circle of his hips. Boothill immediately moans, that soft warmth pulling over his cock.
“God, you’re so fuckin' forkin’ tight.” Boothill hisses, hand gripping Argenti’s hip. “You feel so good.”
“Yeah?” Argenti grins, lifting up more just to sink back down, and Boothill practically yells.
Argenti’s smile widens at that, starting to set a pace - shallow at first but he soon picks up a more vicious speed. He’s letting out filthy noises, gorgeous little moans and mewls with every bounce of his thighs, and Boothill can do nothing but watch him with awe. His hair is slipping into his face, sticking on the sweat that shins on his forehead. If anyone deserved the eye of Idrila on them it was the deity currently moaning in his lap.
Argenti starts throwing himself down on Boothill’s cock at a pace that has him seeing stars. The pleasure was indescribable, it rolled over him in scorching hot waves, he could feel it shoot down every wire into every corner of his being. He looks at the expanses of gorgeous milky skin, little beauty marks speckled across his shoulders and abdomen. Argenti groans, his hands flying down so he can yank Boothill into a sitting position, pulling him against him with arms around his shoulders so their chests are flushed together.
Boothill can feel the sweat on his chest, his clammy skin sticking to the metal of his own body, but Argenti couldn’t seem to bring himself to care. Instead his hand reaches up into Boothill’s hair, gently tugging on the roots. Boothill keens, arching into the touch as Argenti’s bounces start getting sloppier. He’s mewling with every movement, soft little moans tumbling whenever he moves.
Argenti’s expression is frustrated, his head ducking into Boothill’s neck. “Baby?” he whispers, hand running through Boothill’s hair. He can feel the trickle of his hot breath across a mix of skin and metal. He just manages a hum to signal he was listening. “Can you fuck me?”
Boothill’s cock twitches at the idea and he manages an enthusiastic nod. “I - I can try, darlin, don’t know how good I’ll be.”
Argenti lifts out his neck, smiling down so fondly at him - hands raking through Boothill’s hair. He hums at the action. “I’d love anything you do.”
Boothill flashes sharp teeth at him, hands gripping his waist and spinning them around. Argenti bounces a little on the bed, a laugh bubbling from his chest. Those green eyes blink up prettily at Boothill, and he reaches up to tuck a white hair behind his ear.
“I love you, Boothill.” he whispers.
Boothill felt his chest stutter. Argenti says it quite often, however saying it now as they’re literally connected and he could feel every point they touched… “Love you too, so fuckin’ forkin’ much.”
The moment is interrupted by Argenti thrusting his hips up impatiently and Boothill moans, his arms nearly buckling.
“Careful, doll, metal’s pretty heavy. Don’ make me fall.”
Argenti smirks. “I can take you.”
Boothill groans at that, his hips canting forward before he can stop them and Argenti gasps, his hands wrapping around Boothill’s shoulders as he locks his ankles at the small of his back to keep him as close as possible. On the next thrust Argenti lets off a moan, his eyes rolling back.
“Aeons… right there, baby, keep going.” Argenti huffs. “You’re doing so good for me.”
Boothill whines at the praise, his hips speeding up as he keeps driving his dick at the same angle. It has Argenti falling apart in minutes. Boothill can see his stomach clenching as his orgasm lingers just below the surface.
“I.. I’m close.. I’m..” Boothill babbles, his thrusts getting sloppier but faster as he chases his high.
“Me too, love.” Argenti whispers, pulling the cyborg so close so that their chests touch and Boothill buries his face in Argenti’s neck. “Do it, come for me.”
Boothill pulls his head up, capturing Argenti’s lips in a messy and urgent kiss. Boothill’s hand is shaking as he reaches for Argenti’s cock. When it circles around his dick it pulls a loud moan from him, and a few thrusts later he snaps, his orgasm washing over him like a tidal wave. It has him biting roughly down on Boothill’s bottom lip, splattering his release up his stomach. He tightens deliciously and Boothill milks him through it, slowing his thrusts down to let Argenti breathe. He goes to pull out but Argenti doesn’t unlock his ankles.
“It’s okay…” he breathes, “Keep going, I want you to come inside me.”
Boothill groans in the back of his throat but does just that, his hips shuddering forward. Argenti whines at the oversensitivity but not even 5 thrusts later Boothill’s hips are stuttering and he’s filling him with the sweet synthetic come.
He reboots again.
His whole system shuts down at both the overwhelm to his new systems and the overheating. It’s slower than usual to come back online, his eyes blinking on and several warnings pulsing across his vision. It takes him even longer to register that he’s now lying on his back, and there’s something warm pressed down the entire left side of his body.
“‘Genti?” he slurs, eyes focusing slowly on the man tucked into his side.
“Welcome back, my love.” the man smiles up at him. He’s still naked, but had apparently cleaned them up and was now tucked happily into his side. “Are you alright?”
Boothill feels, metaphorically, boneless. He’s calmer than he’s felt in years, sated and so warm.
He hums. “Never been better, darlin’”
Argenti huffs a laugh, settling back into his shoulder. “Do you need anything? I could get your charging port for you? You rebooted twice, that cannot be good for you.”
“‘n whose fault is that, huh?” he drawls, pulling Argenti a little closer and pressing his lips into the crown of his head. His hair smells like the same roses and strawberries, and just a tiny bit of sweat. He closes his eyes. “I’m fine… just… let me enjoy this for a minute more.”
Argenti nods, as if sensing what he meant, and he cuddles impossibly closer. They sit in a peaceful quiet for a while, Boothill carefully combing through his hair, making sure not to get jointed fingers caught on any of his pretty hair. Argenti is tracing his fingers over Boothill’s chest, following the planes of each plate. He can feel each little brush of those warm hands.
“So, were your upgrades worth it?” he finally asks.
Boothill chuckles. “So fuckin’ forkin’ worth it.”