Archive of Our Own

It started innocent enough. 

Killcode and the twins were out for half the week hunting. Taking a much-needed 'father-sons-bonding trip'. Sun, of course, was in full approval and encouraged his grumpy mates to take their estranged father's offer to bring them along. It wasn't something that Sun himself was interested in, he wasn't really a fan of hunting. Or blood. Or the woods. Or-

One can probably understand the point by now. 

So off they went, leaving Sun alone with a certain guard. 

And, as previously stated. It was innocent enough, as most things are at first. Woken up for breakfast, dull claws gently wrapping around his slim arm to lightly shake him. The smallest amused smile as the attendant stretched away, leaning into the touch at first before realizing it wasn't his mates and sitting up with a fluster. Gentle touches here and there as he walked by the attendant, a brush of claws against his rays, shoulder, elbow. Sitting next to him on the couch, ending up with a blanket over the both of them as Sun curled up against the guard, optics fixed on the television while skilled fingers ran over his vanes.

Perhaps too skilled.

What started out innocent enough had built up by the second day, and Sun was practically steaming as he sat next to Flare. The guard had asked, rather cordially, if he could run a hardware check on Sun while everything was calm. He had apparently noticed that Sun's movements in the morning had been stiff ( why was he so observant?!) and wanted to make sure nothing was catching.

So now Sun was sitting, back paneling open, exposing his animatronic spine, and trying not to do anything that would give away his precarious struggle against his systems as dulled claws shifted aside one group of wires and endoskeleton fingers threaded through another. He clenched back a whimper as the guard gently pulled on something , mixed signals threading through his processors. Pain and pleasure jumbled up as his internals were played with, and this was exactly why he never chose to be awake during checkups.

He tried not to squirm, rarely used claws sliding out of their housings and digging into the carpet, glow feature clicking on and off at random. Whatever Flare was doing back there was making it really hard to concentrate.

At least Flare was nice enough not to comment on it. 

Sun tried to focus on anything but the sensation coursing through his system. The television was still on, though he couldn't make out the words. His optics flickered, notifications piling up on his HUD. Temperature warnings and requests to close his back panels, as well as warnings about a foreign non-Fazbear Certified intrusion.

"Almost done," Flare's voice was calm and reassuring, his fingers still working with meticulous care inside Sun's open panel. "Just a few more adjustments."

Sun nodded, his rays twitching slightly. "T-take your time," he stammered, trying to keep his voice steady. The conflicting signals were making it increasingly difficult to remain composed.

Flare's claws grazed another set of wires, sending another jolt through Sun's system. He bit back a gasp, his frame shivering involuntarily. "Are you. . . are you sure everything is okay back there?" he managed to ask, his voice a bit strained.

Flare paused for a moment, his optics meeting Sun's with a curious gaze. "Yes, everything seems to be functioning within normal parameters," he said, his tone professional but with a hint of concern. "Why do you ask? Is something bothering you?"

Sun hesitated, not sure how to articulate the sensations he was experiencing without sounding ridiculous. "It's just. . .  it feels a bit. . .  different," he finally said, hoping that would suffice.

Flare nodded, seemingly understanding. "Different how?" he inquired, resuming his careful adjustments. "I want to make sure you're comfortable."

Sun took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "It's. . .  it's a bit intense," he admitted, his optics flickering again. "Not painful, but. . .  overwhelming."

Flare's movements slowed, and he leaned in slightly, his expression softening. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he said, his voice gentle. "I can stop if it's too much."

Sun quickly shook his head, not wanting to seem ungrateful. "No, it's okay," he said, forcing himself to release his death grip on the carpet. “It’s fine.” He repeated, right before Flare clicked something into place and he hissed. “Okay, that hurt a bit.”

“Apologies, Sunrise. You had a strut out of alignment.”

That would explain his stiffness the past few days at least.

“Would you like me to check for any other possible issues?” The guard prodded, absently rubbing a wire between his fingers. Sun forced back a whine, trying to consider the question seriously. He didn’t feel any issues, but it had been a while since he had a proper maintenance check. . .

“Yes.” He managed, adding a please that sounded suspiciously like that whine he was holding back earlier.

Flare's lips curved into a teasing smirk. "Of course," he replied, his touch becoming even more delicate. "I'll be as gentle as possible."

“Th-Thanks.” Sun muttered, faceplate burning with embarrassment as he caved and turned off his voice box to stop any more unregulated sounds.

He lay down and forced himself to relax. To think about anything else—trying to distract himself from Flare and his meticulous hands. His thoughts began to wander. . .

Bloodmoon. They were probably doing alright right now—hanging out with Killcode and doing whatever it was they did when they went out with their father. Earth. . .  what about Earth? She was doing alright. He heard she had started to knit with Solar and that she had had a lot of fun making little animals, and little clothes for children. Oh yeah, that one time she made a skeleton beanie for the twins, that was pretty cool.

A strange sensation shot up through his wires, causing his thoughts to pause. Oh, dear stars. . .  what was Flare doing?

There it went again, shooting up from his systems to his nerves. Thank stars his vocal box was shut off so he couldn't make any more of those embarrassing sounds.

Sun wanted to squirm, run, hide—this was so embarrassing! Flare was just trying to see what was wrong with him and here he was, acting up. He buried his face into his arms, and let out a sigh, trying to release the tension.

The way Sun acted up was adorable. Of course, the guard knew of Sun's little. . .  predicament. He was so obvious with the way he sighed and shifted, twitching with every pluck and tug.

Why not have a little fun while at it?

Hands started again, gently unplugging a wire from his back, dragging that wire against his wiring. Sun shuddered at the sensations. Then Flare plugged that back into a different area. Fingers found themselves dragging against Sun's sensitive spine. Fingers teased and played, making the poor animatronic squirm. Was. . .  was Flare playing with him? Certainly not! Flare. . .  Flare was just checking up on him, that's all.

Sun was finding it increasingly difficult to maintain his composure. His systems were overwhelmed with conflicting signals, a mix of discomfort and something else he didn't want to acknowledge out of mortification. He buried his face deeper into his hands, trying to will the feelings away.

Flare's careful ministrations continued, his touch sending jolts through Sun's frame. Every drag of his claws, every careful movement, seemed to be deliberate, and Sun couldn't shake the feeling that Flare was more aware of his predicament than he let on.

Finally, Flare’s fingers stilled for a moment. “You’re doing great, Sunrise. Just a few more adjustments,” he said, his voice low and soothing. Sun nodded, unable to speak, and tried to brace himself for whatever came next.

The guard’s claws grazed a particularly sensitive area, and Sun’s body jerked in response, modesty plate straining to unlatch. He hoped Flare didn’t notice, but the slight smirk on the guard’s face told him otherwise.

“Relax, Sunrise,” Flare murmured, his tone taking on a more playful edge. “I’m almost done.” He grazed a claw against the raw edges of a port, watching Sun shudder and cross his legs. Cute .

Just as Sun was starting to think he couldn’t take it anymore, Flare finally closed his back panel with a soft click. “All done,” he announced, stepping back with a satisfied smile. “You should be moving a lot more smoothly now.”

Sun let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, his systems slowly returning to normal. He sat up, carefully testing his movements and feeling the difference immediately. “Thank you, Flare,” he said, his voice still a bit shaky. “I do feel better.”

“Good. I’m glad.” The guard offered him a hand, pretending for Sun’s sake he didn’t notice the way the attendant tugged down his hoodie to poorly conceal the writhing tent in his pants when he stood up. 

“I-I’m gonna-” Sun motioned weakly with his free hand, tugging at his hoodie some more. “Shower.”

Stars, this was so embarrassing. Having to relieve himself after this?! He was merely trying to help him. . .  was he? Of course, he was! Sun, you stupid, disgusting pervert.

"Very well, Sun. I will be attending to the household chores while you do so. Oh, and there's a towel for you by the bathroom cupboards. Had to wash them recently."

"Thanks. . .  Flare. . . " Sun turned to leave, walking away.

"Oh, and if you do need any assistance ," Flare looked at him with the barest hint of a smile, "just give me a call."

"Aha. . .  okay." Sun immediately began to question if there was something behind those words. No. . .  no, not at all. Flare just wanted to help you, Sun! You stupid, stupid pervert.

Walking into the bathroom, he started to undress. Staring at himself, flushing gold as he did.

Ugh. . .  stupid, stupid.

He stepped into the shower and turned on the water. Oh, how nice it felt, the warm water trickling down his metallic casing. It could be even nicer if it weren't for his embarrassing arousal.

He hesitated. It felt wrong to get off from just. . .  that altogether. But could he blame himself when it just felt. . .  good ?

The thrill, the sensations, the pain that bordered on pleasure. Before he knew it, Sun's hands had crept into himself, fingers sliding inside his opening as his cock slid out and wrapped around his wrist, tightening around the slim metal and pulsing.

He came embarrassingly fast, whining in self-humiliation at the physical proof of just how worked up he was spilled all over his hand. He leaned back against the wall, venting in frustration as he tilted his head back, listening to the shower as the water hit the floor of the tub and his legs, drops sliding down to join the shallow puddle at the bottom, pooling down the drain.

He sighed, sliding down until his metal ass hit the bottom, leaning over his knees with a huff. 

Stupid stupid Sun. He scolded himself, absently washing off the glittery slick. You can't even handle a simple maintenance check without getting worked up, what is wrong with you? At least he didn't seem to mind. . .

"Of course, he didn't mind." He muttered to the shower, "He would probably have loved nothing more than to see me fall apart. Stars, how perverted." He wrapped a hand around his cock again, letting himself be lost in the fantasy. Dull claws petting his rays as the guard straddled him, working their way down. Shoving a couple of fingers in his mouth and partially choking him while the guard ground down on his cock. Sun suckling the intruding appendages until they were soaked with his saliva, groaning as they played with his tongue. Sliding out of his mouth, covered in spit and dragging down to insert in his cunt, scissoring him open. . .

"Fuck- Fucking please." He moaned around his own fingers, switching from stroking to grinding the base of his cock against his palm as he pumped long digits into his own heat, rocking into them and imagining they were someone else's. A-Almost-”

Golden fingers slipped inside, meticulously working their way into his tight, flustered heat.

"Hhagh. . . "

Thrusting them in and out, curling his fingers into that sweet spot that sent shivers each time he hit it. . .  so close, so close-

Peppered kisses, sweet nothings, a sly smirk on his face. . .  god, how he loved how Flare handled him, how he took care of him—how his hands felt when they trailed down his casing and how reverently he looked at him at times.

"Ahnn fuck. . .  Flare ."

He came again, spilling all over his stomach, and hand. Sun stared at the mess, catching his breath with sharp, hot vents of air. Shaking off his thoughts, he washed his sins away with the warm water, letting it trickle down before completely washing himself off. Maybe he could wash off some of those thoughts while he was at it.

Waist wrapped in a towel, he popped his head into the hall. No sign of Flare, it was entirely possible the guard had already gone out for the evening. 

Sun breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have some privacy. He stepped out of the bathroom, water still dripping from his metallic frame as he padded softly down the hall. He couldn’t shake the lingering embarrassment, but the warmth of the shower had helped ease some of the tension.

He made his way to his room, towel securely wrapped around his waist. The soft hum of the house was calming, and Sun allowed himself to relax a bit more. He closed the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment before heading to his closet to find something comfortable to wear.

As he dressed, his thoughts kept drifting back to Flare. The guard had been so attentive, so careful. It was hard to ignore the way his touch had affected him, and even harder to ignore the way his thoughts had wandered. Sun shook his head, trying to push the images away.

“Get it together, Sun,” he muttered to himself, pulling on a pair of soft pants and a loose shirt. “He was just being helpful.” The attendant flopped onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions, and he didn’t know how to make sense of them. He was grateful for Flare’s help, but the intensity of his own reactions was unnerving.

He sighed, closing his optics and trying to focus on something else. Anything else. But no matter what he did, his thoughts kept circling back to Flare.

Eventually, he drifted into charging mode and stopped thinking.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Dull claws prodded at his side and he squirmed away from them, mumbling out five more minutes. 

An amused huff of laughter, a larger frame leaning over him as he reluctantly blinked awake. "If I allow that then your pancakes will get cold."

Sun whined, but pushed himself up slightly, running a hand over his face blearily. "What time is it?" He yawned, bracing his hands against the mattress to stretch backward.  

"An hour past dawn."

Sun groaned, burying his face back in the pillows momentarily. “What kind of pancakes?” He finally asked, staring at the wall.

“Chocolate chip.” Flare informed him, looking slightly amused at his display of unwillingness.

“. . . Fine.” The attendant finally decided, pushing himself off the mattress and rolling into a standing position. He fixed his clothes (shirt riding up his stomach and pants riding low on his hips), flushing at the feeling of Flare’s gaze burning into him. He coughed, shifting, then unable to find any small talk conversation starter, promptly marched out of the room to get the promised pancakes.

Sitting down, he took his share. Soon afterward, the guard walked into the kitchen, beginning to wash the dishes he used earlier. "How are you faring with your body, Sun? Any malfunctions? Kinks?"

"Oh, uh! It's doing fine, Flare. Nothing so far."

"Well, that is good to know. I was quite worried when I was handling you yesterday."

"Hmm?"

"Well, you moved quite a bit. You seemed uncomfortable."

Sun felt his faceplate heat up, and he let out a sheepish laugh. "Oh, it's nothing. Just felt weirded out—never been online whenever I had to do checkups and all that."

Flare hummed in response.

Trying to forget whatever happened yesterday, Sun tried to change the topic. "You, uh. . .  have any plans today, Flare? Errands?"

"Oh, none at all, Sunrise. I finished all my duties yesterday—it seems I have a day off. How about you?"

"Ah, nothing really."

"Oh, I suppose we have the entire day off," he chirped, clasping his hands together loosely. It was cute how he seemed to be enthusiastic about that. "Would you like to spend it with me, Sunrise?"

Yeah, of course. "Yeah, Flare, why not?"

Smiling, he put the plates away, slowly walking toward the animatronic. "How would you like to spend it?"

Walking past him, hands sliding to his shoulders, rays, playfully, before he settled beside him. Head tilting, eyes looking at his. Stars. Maybe this was a mistake, Sun. "Uhhhm. . .  we could. . .  honestly watch that new slasher movie that's come out?"

"Slasher movie? Sunrise, don't you despise horror movies?"

"Well, Eclipse sort of convinced me—the way he explained the story—might want to give it a shot?"

"Trying something out of your comfort zone, hm? Why not, Sunrise." He stood, hands leaving Sun’s shoulders as lightly as they had landed there.

This could be nice. Just them watching a few movies together. Fun, relaxing, and—

"Oh shoot, I just realized we were out of coffee." The guard said, rifling through the cupboards as if a new bag of grouds would magically appear. "I'm going to head to the store momentarily to purchase some—Perhaps I’ll buy some snacks and drinks for our little marathon as well," He closed the doors, resigned. "Would you like to come with, Sunrise?"

"Oh, uh, sure. Why not?"

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

As they stepped out into the fresh morning air, Sun felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Spending the day with Flare sounded nice in theory, but after the events of the previous day, he couldn't help but feel a bit on edge.

This was quickly given justification as the guard slipped an arm around his waist, claws gently scraping Sun’s side and oh why did he choose a cropped top? Just to torture himself? He glanced at Flare nervously, to see if the guard was at all aware of the way Sun’s systems stuttered and heated, but found no give in the guard’s concealed expression, safely hidden behind his mask. 

They chatted about mundane things as they made their way to the store, Sun doing his best to focus on the conversation and not on the way Flare's presence made his circuits hum. The weather, family, and upcoming events such as the camping trip Killcode was planning for later in the season. The sky was heavy with clouds, and Sun found himself fretting at one point over the boys who were hunting. Of course, logically he knew they would be fine, they were skilled predators, but what if his poor Bloodmoon got cold?

The store, when they got there, was relatively quiet, a blessing Sun was grateful for. They moved through the aisles, picking up coffee, snacks, and drinks. Flare seemed perfectly at ease, but Sun found his attention wandering every time the guard reached for something on a high shelf, exposing a sliver of black abdomen as his shirt lifted.

Sun tried to keep his thoughts in check, but it was difficult. Every small touch, every brush of Flare’s fingers against his as they reached for the same item, sent sparks through his system. He couldn’t help but feel like he was being toyed with, though he couldn't tell if Flare was doing it on purpose or if it was all in his head.

“Sunrise, you seem distracted,” Flare observed as they stood in the checkout line. “Everything alright?”

Sun forced a smile, trying to appear casual. “Yeah, just thinking about the movie. I hope it’s not too scary.” He bluffed, carefully avoiding staring at Flare’s claws casually and loosely entangled with his own hand as if it were as natural as breathing. His extra arms took care of the groceries on autopilot, unloading the cart and bagging while the guard put his full attention on the attendant in concern.

Flare chuckled – a warm sound that made Sun’s processors stutter. “Don’t worry. I’ll be right there with you.” He winked underneath the mask and Sun huffed as he realized the guard was teasing him. 

Back at the house, they set up the living room for the slasher marathon. Flare made a fresh pot of coffee while Sun arranged the snacks and drinks. Once everything was ready, they settled on the couch, a bowl of popcorn between them.

The movie started, and Sun tried to relax, focusing on the screen. But with Flare so close, it was hard to concentrate. Every time something startling happened, he found himself flinching, only to feel Flare’s solid presence beside him.

“You alright, Sun?” Flare asked after one particularly tense scene. “You look a bit tense.”

Sun nodded quickly, trying to laugh it off. “Yeah, just. . .  it’s more intense than I expected.”

Flare’s gaze softened, and he reached out, giving Sun’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. “If it’s too much, we can always watch something else.”

Sun appreciated the gesture, even if it made his circuits buzz with that overly familiar sensation. “It’s fine,” He mumbled, fans kicking up a notch as the guard shifted, pulling Sun further against his chest, a leg draped over his own. “It’s not really a scary movie,” He continued, trying to distract himself. “The plot is laughably horrid, but it has so many random jumpscares that keep catching me off guard.”

"It surprises me that Eclipse would like something like this—thought it would have some more meaning into it—the plot—or something."

The guard hummed, his hands—those cursed hands—finding their way to Sun's rays. Gently playing with his rays, fingers sliding to the tips and poking them teasingly. . .  those same fingers that clawed him those nights ago, those same fingers that pulled on his wires, scraped against his bare endoskeleton—

GRRRRAAAAGGH!

Sun jumped, his lewd, perverted thoughts flying out the window almost immediately as he screeched, tucking his head into the nearest object, which happened to be Flare. Sun found himself clinging to the guard, arms wrapped around him with his face buried against his chest. Once he realized, he pulled his head away, looking at the guard.

Flare obviously found that amusing. Adorable, even. He snickered— SNICKERED?!? HE FOUND THAT FUNNY? Stars, if the adrenaline didn’t kill him first then surely the humiliation would.

"Jumpscare got you, Sunrise?" Flare placed a hand on his head, petting Sun’s rays to calm him down.

"Ahaha. . .  hah. . .  sorry. I was so into the movie that I wasn't expecting that at all." He leaned into the touch slightly, then flushed and pulled away, vanes sliding inwards.

Flare huffed in amusement, retracting his hand. How embarrassing.

God, can he just stop being like this? Teasing him endlessly—and holding and soothing him like this too? It doesn't help with his situation.

“Would you like to take a break?”

"I can handle it.” He muttered, faceplate burning.

"If you say so, Sunrise."

The majority of the time they were watching the movie was. . .  honestly hell for poor Sunrise. Why did Sun just have to pick a scary movie? Why did he have to hold on to Flare every single jumpscare, every single anticipation—was it how comforting he was? Was it the way he held him that made him feel safe? Regardless, he hated how it made him feel. . .  flustered .

He absently rubbed his thighs together, then flushed realizing what he was doing, and forced himself to still against the guard. He could only pray that Flare wouldn't notice, which of course, Sun wasn't a fool. The guard's white pupils had been trained on him this whole time.

Flare’s attention was unwavering, tracking Sun’s every move with a mix of amusement and affection. The attendant’s discomfort was palpable, each scare sending him further in Flare’s embrace, with each touch from the guard’s hands making his fans spin wildly.

As another tense scene played out on the screen, Sun found himself squeezing Flare’s arm tightly, his fans whirring as he tried to keep his composure, torn between adrenaline and arousal at the solid presence behind him, practiced fingers sliding over his stomach and thighs absently. He couldn’t help but wonder if Flare was enjoying this too much, the way he seemed to relish in Sun’s reactions. Or if Flare was even paying attention to the movie anymore.

Flare’s hand moved to Sun’s knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, and the attendant jolted. “You’re doing great, Sunrise,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

Sun nodded, not even sure what the guard meant by that statement. He tried to focus on the movie and not on the way Flare’s touch sent jolts through his system. On the way, the guard smelled of coffee and oil. How his voice was a husked whisper right by Sun’s audials. He hated how much he liked it, how much he wanted more.

As the movie reached its climax, the tension in the room was almost unbearable. Sun could feel every brush of Flare’s fingers, every shift of his body, and it was driving him mad. He wanted to lean into the touch, move away, pull the guard down for a searing kiss, anything , but indecision held him in place.

He sat there stiffly until the last of the credits rolled over the screen, vainly trying to ignore his straining modesty panel and the error notifications popping up on his HUD as he kept denying the command to open it. Flare’s hands smoothed over his abdomen and he shuddered, gritting his teeth as he fought back the urge. Oh it would be so easy to just give in-

The guard chuckled, dragging his claw tips down that mismatched plating, listening to the whine in the back of Sun’s throat. The attendant suddenly pushed himself up, claws digging into the back of his hands, clasped together in front of him tightly.

“Thank you. For watching this with me.” He said, the words clipped and strained. “I’d hate to intrude further, I’m sure you have things you’d rather be doing.”

The guard grinned, amused. He reached for Sun’s hands, dragging one out when the attendant didn’t pull away, just flushed and whined and shifted. “You’re not intruding, Sunrise. I promise.” The guard purred out, dragging his claws up sensitive casing until his hand clasped around Sun’s arm, pulling him forward, nudging his legs apart with a knee until the attendant was seated on his thigh, burning up like his namesake with a golden flush.

Sun's fans whirred faster, and he found himself unable to meet Flare's gaze. His processors were overloaded, trying to manage the conflicting sensations of arousal and embarrassment. Sitting on Flare’s leg only intensified everything, the heat of the guard’s body against his own, the way Flare’s claws traced patterns on his thigh.

“F-Flare,” he stammered, trying to find the words to express his turmoil. “I-”

Flare tilted his head, white pupils glinting with amusement. “Yes, Sunrise?” His voice was a low purr, sending shivers down Sun’s frame. 

“I just. . .  I mean. . . ” Sun’s words trailed off, his mind going blank as Flare’s claws traced up his thigh, dangerously close to his straining modesty panel. He couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped him, his whole body trembling.

Flare’s hand stilled for a moment, his grip firm but gentle. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his tone serious.

Sun swallowed hard, his fans kicking into overdrive. “N-no,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please. . .  don’t stop.”

The guard’s grin widened, a spark of satisfaction in his eyes. “Good,” he murmured, resuming his teasing touch. His claws dragged over Sun’s jeans, dragging up the fabric sensually. He switched course before meeting the seam, dull claws dragging up Sun’s hips to tap against the attendant’s waist, watching the involuntary shudder it pulled forth. He chucked at the attendant’s reaction, before tightening his grip and guiding Sun into a rocking rhythm, grinding shallowly against his thigh.

Sun’s breath hitched, his hands clutching at Flare’s shoulders for support. He couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe how much he wanted it. His circuits buzzed with anticipation, every nerve ending on high alert. His modesty plate finally snapped back, the pressure too great and he gasped, scrambling off the guard just long enough to kick off the restricting pants, cock writhing and dripping, twisting against itself. 

The guard reached for him, pulling him down into a bruising kiss that left Sun breathless and weak-kneed, falling back against the couch as the guard pressed him down, hand heavy on his stomach. “You’re so beautiful, Sunrise,” Flare murmured, his voice a soothing balm against Sun’s frayed nerves. “Let me take care of you.”

Sun could only nod, his voice lost to the overwhelming sensations. Flare’s claws dipped into his core, sending waves of pleasure through his system. The attendant’s head fell back, a moan escaping his lips as Flare began to explore him with expert precision.

It was too much, and not enough all at once. Sun’s body arched into Flare’s touch, his mind a haze of pleasure and need. He could feel the guard’s steady presence grounding him, guiding him through the intense sensations. And then they were gone, the guard twisting to kick off his own restricting clothing, leaving them in a messy pile with Sun’s. 

“F-Flare, please,” he begged, his voice raw with desperation. “I need. . .  I need. . . ”

“I know, Sunrise,” Flare murmured, his tone soothing. “I’ve got you.” He promised, sidling up to the flushed and dripping attendant, grinding his palm against the slick heat. The guard slipped a leg over Sun’s, and the frazzled animatronic didn’t have much time to question it before something equally hot and wet was pressed against his folds and he keened, cock trapped between his stomach and the guard’s thigh as Flare ground against and into him, folds sliding together with a slick sound.

Sun's arms wrapped around the guard's neck as he whined, begged, pleaded for the guard to touch him. How pent up and needy was this sunshine, oh how he wanted Flare so badly. "Please. . .  please. . .  more. . . "

The guard cooed, now leading Sun as he rubbed his own slick into him. Dragging himself across his entrance—however, Sun needed—he wanted more.

He was absentmindedly grinding himself into Flare, like a dog in heat. His writhing member was pressing against his stomach, slowly making an embarrassing mess between the two.

"You're so cute, Sunrise," the guard purred, slowly leaning up to the poor animatronic for a kiss. Hands sliding into his back, hands slowly reaching his sides as he pulled the attendant closer. "I’ve noticed you. . .  and your little squirming. You must be worked up, all day. . .  all week, haven't you. . .  you poor, poor thing," Flare cooed, kissing Sun's tears away from his cheeks. "This is what you want, isn't it, Sunrise?"

Flare pressed his hands down, causing Sun to rub against him harder. It made the attendant let out a mewl—a cry of desperation. He needed him. Now . He was so overwhelmed.

Sun’s processors were a chaotic mess, his mind barely able to string together coherent thoughts as Flare continued his relentless teasing. The heat and friction between them were almost unbearable, each movement driving Sun closer to the edge.

“Yes,” Sun breathed out, his voice trembling with need. “Yes, please, Flare. I need you.”

Flare’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He pressed Sun down harder, grinding into him with a deliberate intensity that had the attendant whimpering and squirming beneath him. “You’re so good for me, Sunrise,” Flare murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble.

Sun’s hands clutched at Flare’s shoulders, his nails digging into the guard’s plating as he tried to ground himself against the overwhelming sensations. His cock twitched against Flare’s stomach, leaking slick and creating a sticky mess between them.

Flare’s hands roamed over Sun’s body, tracing patterns on his sensitive plating and sending jolts of pleasure through his system. The guard’s claws brushed against Sun’s heated core, and he couldn’t suppress the cry that escaped his lips. He needed more, needed Flare to push him over the edge.

“Please, Flare,” Sun begged, his voice raw with desperation. “I need to come. I can’t. . .  I can’t take it anymore.”

Flare’s expression softened slightly, a note of genuine affection in his gaze. “I’ve got you, Sunrise,” he promised, his tone gentle. “I’ll take care of you.”

With that, the guard swung his leg over Sun properly, pushing himself up and sliding down onto the poor attendants leaking, writhing cock. He rocked his hips lightly, grinding into the sensation of being filled so perfectly, hands bracing against Sun’s chest. Sun cried out as the guard reached under him with a free hand, spreading open slick silicone lips and teasing a finger around.

“Flare, please! Please please please -” Sun babbled, trying to thrust up into the dual sensations, golden tears pricking the corners of his optics.

Flare kissed him, tenderly wiping away his pretty little tears as the animatronic began to actively grind against him, his hips jerking in a sinful manner.

He curled his fingers inside the desperate attendant, pressing against Sun's fluttering walls. The guard cooed as he clawed at the cushions, "Poor thing. . .  you poor thing. . .  You’ve ached and longed for this, haven’t you, Sunrise? I'm here for you, sweetheart. Come on now. . .  let it all out." Flare leaned forward, whispering for only them. "You’re so good for waiting, so, so patiently. You deserved this, didn’t you? For being such a good boy."

"I'm. . .  I'm. . . " He jolted, gasping for air as the sweet high of pleasure ran through his wires. He sobbed out his pleasure, melting into Flare's arms as he slowly rode out the high, Flare's fingers unfurling and exiting.

"Good job, Sunrise."

The guard slid up slightly, enough to slip off of the attendant's leaking member, pretty silicone walls fluttering as if they could keep the viscous cum from dripping out, making a mess of the guard's thighs and Sun's pelvis as he slumped forward. It was a bit awkward to get comfortable, he was much more used to Killcode who could easily curl up around him like a dog if he so wished, however, he managed to drape himself over the golden animatronic under him in a sort of half-on half-off curled manner with a resemblance of a shrimp. 

Soft kisses were trailed up Sun's neck and jaw until the attendant met him halfway through, draping an arm over the guard and turning slightly so they resembled not just one, but rather two shrimps, with a leg slotted between the guard's thighs. The attendant's lips were dented with small grooves, tears breaking up the soft silicone where nervous teeth would gnaw at them, but they were gentle. Agonizingly gentle and hesitant, as if the slightest wrong move would scare the guard away like a skittish bird.

Eventually, those sweet honey lips left him deprived, snowy optics staring at him earnestly, "You didn't finish."

Not a question.

"I'm fine without, Sunrise. There's no need to fret over such a trivial-"

Sun shook his head, already sliding off the couch and tugging the guard's thighs, prompting him to sit up. "I want to."

Oh.

The barest amount of heat rose to creamy white cheeks and rose gold optics pupils dilated, just enough to be noticeable. His fans hummed at a slightly higher pitch and he cleared his throat, for once out of his depth when Sun was staring up at him so earnestly, so intently. It was different, he noted with some distant analytical part of his mind, than Killcode, and perhaps that's what made it so appealing.

"If that is what you desire then I would be a fool to deny you." He managed, feeling a wave of shyness? Shyness what a peculiar thing, there's certainly nothing to be shy about, and yet. . . 

Sparks sang through his systems as golden hands smoothed over his thighs, and he averted his gaze when the attendant leaned forward to lick a stripe up soft silicone, as if he were avoiding viewing something of a particularly debauched nature. His legs twitched, but he had the restraint and will to keep them from closing around his paramour's head as his core was pleasured, slick sensations and glorious pressure pushing him towards that edge that he denied himself previously.

Stars, he was so sensitive . Every coil and curl, every time Sun’s tongue pressed against his walls and dragged itself deep, made him twitch and hitch his breathing. He’d forgotten just how sensitive he had become.

Sun was clearly pleased, loving the sounds and sighs, the restraint and reserve this animatronic displayed. Why not test it, edge him, and push him a little bit? As a thank you, of sorts.

His voicebox glitched as he jerked, hands flying forward to grab two of Sun’s rays, dull claws digging into the base of them as he ground down on the attendant’s tongue, dark tears dripping down his cheeks to stain the attendant’s casing. His peak ripped through him like lightning and he let out a staticky warble, grip tightening until he could feel the vanes under his claws threaten to splinter.

He shuddered, momentarily frozen in shock, before abruptly releasing his captive and scrambling back, venting harshly and pupils wide. Sun stared up at him with just as much shock, albeit they were in their own states of surprise for two very different reasons. 

“I-I-” The guard’s words caught and he took a moment to reset his processors, fans blasting at their max setting, holding up a hand and looking away from Sun’s inquiring optics. He cleared his throat, feeling his face burning along with every wire and circuit in his body. “My apologies, Sunrise.”

Golden hands crept across his cheeks, brushing along the edge of his optics where dark tears had pooled. He didn’t look up until he felt the couch dip under Sun’s weight, the attendant cooing at him. “Why are you sorry?”

He grimaced, “It was not my intention to-”

“Did you feel good?” Sun interrupted, those snowy optics gazing at him with a sort of reserved fondness.

“I almost damaged you.”

“But did you feel good?”

“Sunrise-”

“Answer the question, Solar Flare.”

The guard sighed, knowing this wasn’t a fight he would be winning easily. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Sun pressed, leaning further into the guard’s personal space.

For star's sake- “Yes, I felt good.” He conceded, rolling his optics slightly, half amused. He was rewarded with feather-light kisses pressed along his cheeks and lips, huffing a laugh and gently pushing the attendant away. “Needy thing.”

“I felt good too,” Sun informed him, saying the words with an underlying heat despite his light laughter. “Really good.” He said more earnestly, tangling his fingers with the guard’s. 

Flare took a moment to save that to his memory bank, not just the words but the look of open satisfaction and intensity like he was something to be cherished. Which of course, he knew already from Killcode, but it was different seeing it, hearing it from someone else. Especially someone who his mate had high respect for. “We should clean up.”

“Right! Yes, yeah, clean up.” The attendant scrambled away from him, breaking the silent tension and Flare almost wished he had held his tongue for a moment longer. He resigned himself to his fate until he realized Sun was staring at him, hovering at the door to the hall. 

“Yes, Sunrise?”

The attendant flushed, “Well- I assumed, I mean-” He gestured lamely at the hall behind him, “Shower?”

“With you?”

“If you want to?”

“I’d like nothing more.”