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If you still have a job after today, you’ll be surprised.
Logically, you know that you’ll be fine-you’ve dealt with far worse in this daycare, and management literally cannot afford to fire you. Sun and Moon have refused to work before when you were called into the office for something or another. But fuck, it doesn’t make it any easier.
It’s fine. Power through. You oh so gently remove little Amelia’s arms from their death grip around your waist once more, dislodge Samson from clinging to your leg, and attempt to begin picking up the scattered toys left around again-only to be piled onto by what you can only guess is three more children, from the weight. A deep, weary ache settles into your bones. It’s only 3pm.
“Alrightttt, that’s enough!” Moon’s voice and subsequent clap manage to pierce the fuzzy haze of survival instincts in your brain, and the weight slowly disappears as he plucks kids off of you like fruit off a bush. They cling just as hard. “Starliiight, go take a break.”
“I’m fine.” You sigh. It’s too busy in here to step out right now. “I’ll be alright, just give me a second.”
*Sun, can you corral the kids in for storytime? Our star is about to lose it. Moon waits for the little mental thumbs up he receives through their link before taking their partner by the shoulder and gently, but firmly, steering them towards the storage closet. They’re shaking. He knows them well enough by now to recognize when they’re about to lose it, and somehow he knows none of his pup’s affirmations are going to work in this moment.
The door clicks closed behind them both and muffles the shouting for a blissful minute. “Moon, we have to get back, Sun can’t take care of all of them by himself!”
“Oh yesss he can. Do you forget we did that onceee? When we were togeeether.” Moon taps a finger against your chin to get you to look at him, then produces your water bottle from behind his back. Where did he even…? “Drink.”
“I….” You sigh, and take it. “Fine. Maybe I could do with a break.”
“Gooood pup.” Your face flushes dark as he continues. “Would you breathe with meee?”
You nod, curious as to what he means. It’s not like he breathes himself. “Good. Take a deeeep breath for me, one, two….and releeease. Againnn, one, two, threeee, hold it….aaand release. Good, deeper this tiiime. Feel the tension leeeaving.”
He guides you through deeper and longer breaths, eyes boring into yours, and you find it hard to think about anything but his words as you continue. The ache in your muscles ebbs away, your shoulders relax, and by the final breath, you can only wonder why he’s looking at you with the faintest hint of shock.
Before Moon became a separate bot from his love, before they were even daycare bots at all, they were performers. The Fazbear Theater was this grand, fantastical thing that now sits below them, derelict-but stars, he remembers. The shows they’d perform, the roles they’d take, and the favorite of his own was an act all by himself.
Hypnosis.
Moon could charm entire crowds in those days. Kids and parents alike would take his stage as he pushed them deeper and deeper into their own subconscious, open to suggestion and influence like he’d never seen elsewhere. Of course, it was a bit easier for him to induce that state-it’s not exactly like a human’s eyes could swirl, could they? Use those beautiful colors to pull the mind down to its seams. Oh, how he misses it. The programming fell unused and forgotten once they’d been moved, but…it seems it never truly left him.
How curious.
“Wow, I…damn, I feel a lot better. Thanks, Moony. I guess I did need that.” You take a long sip from your water bottle, limbs loose and almost weak.
“No proooblem, moonbeam.” There’s a little twinkle in his eye, a crook to his smile that you don’t recognize. Just what is he thinking? “Let’ssss get back.”
“Of course.” You groan. “Duty calls.”
“Innnnn, now hold it for meee. One, two, three, four…and oooout, one, two, three, fooour. Good job. Again, one…”
Moon’s caught you at the end of a shift once more. It wasn’t even a particularly rough one, but you’ve been so damn out of it today. Maybe you didn’t get enough sleep, or eat well enough, or something from the shift is stuck in your mind so deep you can’t really figure out what it is. He is always lecturing you on taking care of yourself. Slowly but surely, he and Sun have been cajoling you into doing some self care with them, and box breathing seems to be Moon’s weapon of choice today.
He guides you through round after round, slow but steady and with every breath you hold, you relax just a bit more. Surely you don’t need to do this many, but what could it hurt? It’s quieting the pesky racing thoughts that you’ve been avoiding all day at least. You can’t really formulate the thought to notice it, but your mind goes completely blank by the fourth round. Your limbs feel like jelly. Moon gently guides you to a chair, and you can’t tear your eyes away from his. They’re so beautiful.
“…three, and fouuur. Good job, moonlight. Let’s get you up and readyyyy to go home, hmm?” He blinks, and your awareness returns to you in an almost dizzying rush. You blink a few times to clear your head and stumble a bit when you get up to walk.
“Y-Yeah. Thank you, Moon. I think I really needed that.” Without putting a thought at all to it, you begin putting your things in your bag and going through the closing checklist.
“No proooblem, starlight.” Moon watches you pack with a small smile that feels like it hides more than it usually does. He looks proud, but you sense it’s not only towards you. Huh.
“Woah, where’d you find that thing? I didn’t even know we had one!” You watch in delight as Moon rolls a yo-yo between his fingers effortlessly. It’s a half day, and the boys asked you to stay after all the kids had gone home for their version of a date. It was a no brainer, of course-you adore spending time with them whenever you can. “Have you been hiding that from the kids or something?”
Moon sheepishly smiles and spins the yo-yo in Sun’s direction. “Can you keep a secreeeet?”
You tilt your head at him in curiosity. “Yes?”
“It’s noooot ours. Someone left itttt in lost and found.” Ah. He has a habit of snooping through that box that you’re quite aware of.
“Moon!” Yeah, you expected this too. “I told you to stop searching through that, we’re going to get in trouble!!” Sun looks up at the daycare security cameras like someone is going to bust in right that second and Moon snorts.
“If I was going to get in trouble for anything, it’d be soooomething far more scandalous than stealing a toy.” He sticks his tongue out between two fingers in Sun’s direction, forcing an embarrassed yelp from the other bot and a red faced cackle from you.
“Moony! You’re gonna give him whatever the robot equivalent to a heart attack is!” You lean over to lay yourself across Sun’s lap and point back at the yo-yo Moon laid onto the floor. “Do you know any tricks with that thing?”
“A fewwww.” He plays up a small set of them for the two of you: walking the dog, around the world, even a breakaway or two for good measure. “Nothing too advaaanced, but I’m learning!”
“I don’t know how else to put it, but this is such a you hobby to have. Like yeah, of course Moon knows yoyo tricks, why wouldn’t he?” You giggle as he squints his eyes at you like an offended cat. “It’s cute, I promise! Nothing bad about it.”
“You’re just upseeet I have a cool yoyo and you dooon’t.” He swings it in front of your face in a way that you know is supposed to be showing off, but you let it slide because you like him. That, and your eyes keep catching on the motion, swinging back and forth…back and forth….he’s saying something, but you don’t hear it. What was he talking about in the first place? The blue sparkles on the plastic spin and whirl as they swing, back and forth, back and forth, back a-
Moon catches the yoyo, and you blink a few times in surprise as the outside world rushes back in. Oh, right, he was saying something. “Huh? What was that?” You can’t really parse the expression he’s looking at you with.
“I saiiiid, we should do something together!” He puts the yoyo away into his pocket and, for some reason, that makes you slightly disappointed. Curious. “Should we find a gaaaame?”
You and Sun both nod, the latter a bit slower, and you follow Moon into the storage closet leaving only Sun in the daycare proper to watch you go.
“What was that?”
“Go on kids, go hide! Mr. Moon is gonna give you a thirty second headstart!” Sun claps his hands and the daycare children scatter around with peals of laughter. Your job may be rough, but you’ve always found it worth it to see the kids so happy.
“I miss playing hide and seek. It was my favorite as a kid.” You sigh, watching them disappear as the seconds tick by. It’s a boon that Sun and Moon have toggleable heat vision-you always worried that you’d never be able to find them all by yourself.
“Then go on!!” Sun plants his hands on your shoulders and sets you off with a push, ignoring your confused noise. There’s no way you could- “Twenty seconds left!”
Alright, fine. A grin stretches across your cheeks as you make a break for the biggest play structure, shoes smacking into the foam floor in a frantic rhythm. There’s a spot in there you know you can fit in, but whether or not you can make it there in twenty seconds is an entirely different story. You do notice Sun dragging out his counting, but not by very much. Plastic squeaks against your bare arms as you scramble inside, passing a few giggling children tucked into nooks and crannies, and your heart pounds faster with every passing moment. It’s a specific kind of childish thrill you don’t experience much at your age-even if you do work in a daycare.
All too soon after you’ve managed to hide around a barely used corner exit to the rope tunnel, the lights shut out and you stifle a giggle. Many of the kids don’t, you can mutely hear them all around you and it makes you smile. This, this is what this job is all about.
Moon’s music box starts up somewhere and makes your heart stutter. He doesn’t sound very far away, shit. You tuck yourself in as hard against the wall as you can, relying on the deep shadow to conceal you and hold your breath. Hollow plastic thunks under heavy metal joints, a child shrieks in a mixture of excitement and shock, Moon’s laughter carries through the twisting tunnels-it almost feels like a haunted house. Didn’t these two work something like that, once upon a day?
The noises come closer and closer. You can hear every clear note coming from Moon’s chest now. Sweat gathers on your forehead from anticipation, you know he’ll find you eventually. You’re much bigger than these kids after all. Only, you could swear he’s coming right in your direction, finding kids along the way but beelining right for you, he’s right there-
“Found youuu!” Moon’s head pops around the corner tilted all the way to the side, his usual red eyes swirling a multitude of shades and even as you shriek, you can’t tear your own away from them. He clambers in after you, caging you in with his body and it’s obvious he knows it’s you with the light casting your body in relief. It seems like he expects you to run, but you’re stuck in place by those incandescent hues. Twisting and turning and there’s nothing outside of him and you and those colors, you reach up to cradle his face and bring yourself closer and he shocks still.
“Moonlight? What are youuuu-oh ssstars, did I leeeave that on?” Moon’s cheeks flare as he switches an internal setting and suddenly, his eyes are their normal piercing red. You gasp, feeling like you’ve just come back above water you didn’t know you were in. What the hell was that? “Are you alriiight?”
You’re certainly going to have to ask about that, and the multitudes of other little incidents over the past two weeks, but not now. “Y-Yeah! Aw man, you caught me! Do you want your reward now?”
“My…reward?” Moon still looks embarrassed, but he doesn’t back away from your touch.
“Mhm.” You draw him closer with a soft laugh. “You found me, and now you get a kiss!”
“Oh!” Neon blue casts your face in the light of his flushed cheeks. “…Now, pleeease.”
He’s so cute, all embarrassed even after all this time. “You got it, baby.”
By the time next shift rolls around and you’ve had time to sleep on it, the questions you have burn too much on your tongue to avoid asking any longer. With the kids gone for the night, you make a pointed come here gesture to a very confused Moon, who pads over to you with a nervous smile. “Yessss, starlight?”
“Alright, what is it with you?”
“I….beg your parrrdon?” His head click, click, clicks to the side in confusion, little bell jingling with each movement. He looks absolutely adorable, but you can’t get caught up in admiring him now. Now, you have questions.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed all the weird stuff happening for the past few weeks! The breathing exercises you keep having me do, the yoyo tricks, the swirly eyes you had on yesterday.” His smile has turned sheepish and you hold out your hands, beckoning for him to come closer so you can cup his cheeks. “I’m not mad, just curious. What’s going on with you, moonpie?”
“Ah.” Moon averts his gaze, cheeks a navy blue. “Before we were child wranglers, Sun and I werrre performers.”
“Mhm! I remember.” You weren’t there personally, but they’ve told you about it many times.
“The theater ussssed to have all ages showsss as well. Sun and I had diffferent acts, he would do acccrobatics and magic. Ssssimple tricks, stunts, and the like.” Moon pauses for a moment and taps his fingers together in a nervous ticking motion. “I woulllld use silks and, occassssionally, hypnotism.”
“Hypnotism?” You squint slightly in skepticism. “But that stuff isn’t real.”
“Ohhhh, but it is. That’sss what you’ve been feeling, starshine. Little bits and piecessss of a long forgotten act.” Moon backs away from your hands with a cheshire grin, nervousness replaced by a sense of showmanship you’ve never seen out of him in person. It’s almost convincing.
Almost. “Moon, all those shows are paid actors. There’s no way you could just say a few words, wave a pretty pendulum and have someone do your bidding.” Your arms cross as you huff. Honestly, you’re surprised Fazco even gave him the apparent ability to do so-giving robots ‘control’ over people’s minds seems like it’d be somewhat of a liability risk.
Moon gasps in offense as he leans back against the security desk. “Moonbeam! I’m hurt that you think I would hosssst an act of such smoke and mirrors!” His eyes slip shut as he pouts, hand held daintily to his forehead like he’ll faint any second. Like he can faint. “Of coursssse….” Leaning further into your space, Moon’s grin grows wide and sharp. You can see how people are intimidated by him. “If it’ssss so fake, surely you wouldn’t miiiind trying it out?”
Well, the daycare is clean, and you’re sure this won’t take more than twenty minutes. “What the hell, sure. Why not.”
Moon’s eyes lid even further into tiny slits. “Perfect.” He straightens up with inhuman speed and sweeps his hand towards the nap corner. “Come join me onnnn the rug, would you?”
“The storytime rug?” You shrug and stand, stretching as you go. Damn does your back ache. “Sure.” Beats sitting in that chair.
Footsteps sound softly against the padded floor behind you as you make your way across the open space. You’re not sure what you’ve been feeling these past few weeks, but it surely can’t be some magic act. He must’ve been tapping in to how tired you’ve been and exploiting that susceptibility. Moon circles around to your front while you sit, cross legged and patient. “Alright. Have at it.”
“Ssssome ground rules first.” He pulls off one of his wrist ribbons and jingles the bell on it softly. “When you hearrrr this, it would be your awakening cue. You willl not remember anything I’veee said, but you will obeyyy my requests. I willll not ask anything harmful of you.”
“Mhm, got it. So, when are you turning the swirly eyes on?” Even if you don’t believe in this, those are very pretty.
Moon squints in displeasure and flicks you gently on the forehead. “Patiennnce. Suspend your disssbelief. It will not work unlessss you allow it to.”
“Fine, fine.” You will, for his sake, have an ounce of belief in this. Closing your eyes, you clear your mind and take a few deep breaths. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
“Thereeee you go.” His smile returns once more. He really is so beautiful. You hear a soft click, and a swirling mass of reds and yellows and oranges take over his bright eyes. Already you feel your head going a bit fuzzy just staring into them. “Deeeep breaths. Follow my eyes baaaack, and forthhhhh…baaack, and forrrrth…gooood, you feel it don’t youuu? The heaviness in your limbs, howww you can’t tear your eyes awayyyy.”
He’s right on that last part for sure. His eyes swing like makeshift pendulums as he guides you deeper and deeper with each breath. What was this about, again? You can’t quite remember.
“Goooood pup. In, and ouuuut. Listen to me, and ooonly to me. Let me push you into yourrrr mind.” Back, and forth. Back, and forth. The everpresent music of the daycare fades away into nothingness-in fact, the daycare itself does too. Nothing is real in this moment but you and him. Your mind feels like a ball of cotton.
“Therrrre you are.” Moon leans in even closer, drowns you in those incandescent hues. “You will go hoooome tonight. You will cook something filllling and eat it aaalll. Then you will sssshower. You will feel ssssleepy much earlier than usuallll, and fall into a deep sssleep until tomorrow morning. Do you underssstand, starlight?”
“Yes.” Your voice sounds muffled and faraway to your own ears. You didn’t even think to respond, it just slipped out automatically-not that you’re really worried about that. Or anything, right now.
“Gooood. I will count backwards fffrom five, and at one, I will riiiing this bell. You will awaken believing that you dooozed off, but you will carry out myyy requests.” The bell reappears in your hazy vision as if out of thin air. Distantly, you hear Moon counting, but all you can focus on is the pretty silver sheen, swaying just slightly in his grip, back and forth-
Moon rings his bell, and your awareness returns to you in a rush.
What the hell? What even….Moon looks smug, too smug, and you’re not even sure why. “Welcome baaack, sleepyhead.” Oh. Did you fall asleep? That’d explain why you can’t remember the last twenty minutes at all.
“Well, that was a nice nap if anything.” Even if it didn’t work, you could always use some rest. You don’t sleep nearly as much as you should.
“Mmm, yes…isss it time for you to head home?” Moon pushes some of your stray hair back into place with a quiet laugh. You open your mouth to protest that you’ve got too much paperwork that needs to be done, but for some reason, it just….doesn’t seem important right now. Not as much as getting home does.
“I, uh…yeah, I should do that.” Almost as robotically as him, you stand to pack up. Moon trails behind you the whole time, handing you your things and packing them away. There’s this strange calm in your body that quiets every anxious thought you’d usually have around this time, and you’re grateful for it. By the time you’ve gotten everything together, Moon is already standing by the daycare doors with a soft smile. “Sure you don’t need me?”
“I’mmm sure, pup.” He laughs and presses a quick kiss to your hair. “Have a good niiiight.”
A good night is exactly what you have. The exhaustion that usually wracks you as you step inside your home is nowhere to be found. Where you would usually just microwave something and spend the hours scrolling through your phone, this phantom rush of productivity possesses you without you even realizing it. As if on autopilot, you pull together ingredients for a recipe you’d seen a while back without a care for having to do the dishes after-and you do. Once you’ve eaten your fill, you immediately wash them and the action doesn’t weigh you down. Instead of doomscrolling in bed after, you grab your pajamas and take a shower. Hell, you even do the skincare you’ve been lacking on for weeks. It doesn’t feel like a chore for once. And to top it all off, the moment you’re dry afterwards this bone deep sleepiness overtakes your every thought. Not the exhaustion you’re used to, but the comforting drowsiness that foretells a night of deep, dreamless sleep once you lay your head down on the pillow. So you do just that, curling up under freshly made blankets with your phone on the charger, and drift away into blackness.
When you wake up the next morning, you’re both well rested and fucking flabbergasted.
Ignoring Sun’s shout of ’Good morning, sunshine!’, you stalk right up to Moon as he sets up the nap area for the day to jab your finger into his abnormally tall chest. “What,” you hiss, “was that.”
Moon, to your outright bewilderment and frustration alike, starts to cackle. They’re robots, they can’t even cry, and here he is wiping a fake tear from his eye! This is what you get for dating jesters, honestly. “Wellll rested, are weee?”
“Yes!” You barely suppress a screech. “What did you do to me?!”
“Nothing I didn’t tellll you I would do.” He shrugs, the smug bastard, and rests a hand on his hip. “You assssked to be hypnotized, and sssso I did. I told you to go hoooome, make a good dinner, sssshower and get some sleep.”
You pause, realizing that’s the exact sequence of events that your night took. Surely this stuff can’t be real, you thought you just fell asleep yesterday, but…an inkling of belief creeps its way into your mind.
For something like this, an inkling is all it needs.
“What…else can you do with that?” Your mind swims with the possibility of this being real, but you try to maintain some skepticism.
Moon sees through you immediately. His grin grows even wider as he kneels to be at eye level with you, one hand delicately cupping your chin. “Lotssss of things, starlight. My favorite, howeverrr, is its most unintended usage.” He leans in even closer to whisper into your ear. “It can be ssssso very fun in the bedroom.”
Your face flushes dark immediately, that curl of intrigue growing headier and brighter. You hardly even have time to react before he’s backed up and pats your head with a quiet laugh. “I guessss you’ll just have to wait and seeeee tonight, hmm?”
As it turns out, getting through your entire shift wondering about what will come after is very hard to do. You can hardly focus enough to actually pay attention and find yourself dipping out to the bathroom far more often than a normal few hours’ amount, but it’s finally done. You’re just about to finish up and go find Moon when he scares the hell out of you by popping up right in front of your desk. “Hiiiiiiii.”
“Moon!” You jump a bit in your chair and glare at him, but it’s hard to stay mad at him for long-especially considering the state of your mind. “I’ll never know how you’re that quiet with those things on you.”
“A jester never revealssss their secrets.” Your eyes track his finger as he slowly brings it in to tap your nose. “Are you ssstill-“
“Yes.” You’re not even sure what he’d have finished that with, but you agree anyways.
Moon blinks a few times before laughing. “Eager, aren’t weee? Come on then.” To your immense surprise, he leans straight over the desk and scoops you up under your armpits like a rambunctious toddler. For fucks sakes, you can hear Sun giggling at your predicament from across the daycare! You’re a grown adult!
“Moon, I can walk!!” You grumble, squirming as he lifts you just a bit too far off the ground for your liking. Thankfully he opts for the stairs instead of his wire, because you think you might honestly have died being that high up. The embarrassment begins to fade the closer he gets to the bedroom, and once you’re tossed onto the plush comforter, it’s been entirely replaced by desire that shows clearly in your shifting thighs. “S-So uh, how are we doing this?”
The bed dips under Moon’s weight as he sits next to you. “Firsssst, some rules. You remeeember your safewords, correct? Thossse still apply when you’re under. Is there anything you would noooot like me to do?”
“I guess just nothing we haven’t done before.” You trust Moon wholeheartedly, but maybe this isn’t the best scenario to try something new. “And yeah, I remember them.”
“Goooood.” His eyes lid as he grabs you, corralling you into his lap even amid your squeaks and whimpers. “I will put you underrr, and keep you there. If you ssssafeword, I will bring you up earlyyy-but otherwiseeee, I plan to make you feel things you couuuld only dream of. Does that sound good, moonbeeeam?”
“M-Mhm!” You could swear you’ve got to be under already with how good his hands feel keeping you in place, fingers digging into the meat of your hips. “Please, I-I’m ready.”
“Then look into my eyessss.” He switches the setting on for those gorgeous swirls and, in turn, switches most of your higher thought off within moments. “Goooood pup. Fall riiiight back under for me, deeeep breath in and outttt.”
You must be getting more susceptible to this as time goes on, because you’re already forgetting that you ever didn’t believe in it. Moon pushes you even deeper with every breath, the soft blankets under your hypersensitive skin your only grounding point keeping you from washing away entirely in his glow. Red, then orange, then yellow. In, and out. In,….
and out.
“Mmmm, there you gooo. Doesn’t it feel soooo nice to let go?” His fingers dance across your skin and you register seconds after the actions that your clothes are being gently taken off. “I’ll get to both our neeeeds, but first….” Moon goes quiet as he moves you around like a pliant little doll. You let him, mind fuzzy like cotton, like he’s the only other thing that exists. Once your pesky garments are gone, tossed over the bed, he pulls you back into his lap facing him. “Sssso beautiful. We-I barely get a chaaaance to just look and touchhh. Humans are so fasssscinating.”
Light as a feather, his touch roams your skin with no real intent. Poking, prodding, lifting your limbs and peering in close at minuscule freckles or stretch marks. Instead of the self consciousness that would usually arise from such an action, you find yourself hyperaware of the touch in a very pleasurable way. It feels like everywhere his claws slide across leaves a little trail of sparks that only fuel your own need, twisting and churning and growing by the minute. It isn’t until he reaches your chest, however, that the feeling ramps up to an absurd amount.
“Nnnah! Hah, M-Moon!” You bite down on your lower lip, trembling from the force of your own arousal as he gropes the tender flesh. His eyes open wide in shock at your sudden outburst, then return even further squinted with glee.
“Ohhhh, doesn’t it feel sssooooo good?” Fuck, yes it does. As if by power of his suggestion alone, the feeling gets even more intense until you can hardly stand to be quiet at all. You’re so close already and he hasn’t even truly touched you, but that doesn’t matter one bit when he leans in with a quiet giggle and commands you to cum for him.
You white out for at least a solid few seconds, lost in an all encompassing wave of pleasure and sobbing his name. It’s so, so much more intense than you’d have thought it’d be-but then again, you can barely think at all. Your brain feels spectacularly empty. When you finally come to, still under his influence, you realize it must’ve been much longer than a few seconds. Either that, or he’s extraordinarily fast. You’re sat straddling his hips, the weight of his cock sat against your front and gods, you always forget how big he is. If you were any more present, you’d be ashamed of the fact that you’re drooling. “F-Fuck, Moon, so warm…”
“Ehehee, you’re so cute allll dazed like thissss!” His grip on your hips tightens and you moan without a care for volume-he just feels so good. “You want to riiiide me, don’t you pup?”
Yes. More than anything you’ve ever wanted in that moment. It takes a moment to remember how to move so many limbs at once, but you reach down to steady him and hike your hips up. He’s soaked, a clear betrayal of just how much he’s into this too, and a wave of pleasure washes over your body as you sink down onto him easier than you ever have. It’s so intense that you’re gasping for breath that never feels enough, even as you start moving without giving yourself a moment to adjust. Or Moon one, for that matter. “Oh god, Moon! S-So big, you feel so good, so so good in me, oh fuck!”
“St-arlight!” The edges of his words crackle with static interference as his processors struggle to keep up with the overload of sensation. “Slow do-wn-!”
You can’t help it, he feels amazing. The euphoria in your very bones is too much to handle without some kind of outlet, and for you that’s slapping your hips down onto his own with wild abandon. If you could hear it, you’d realize the noises you’re both making are obscenely loud. “Need you, need you need you oh fuck fuck fuck! So deep! Nnnah!”
“Shittt!” Moon throws his head back into the pillows with a loud groan, claws flexing and scoring little marks into your hips. “You feel s-o good!”
As much as your mind craves keeping up the delirious pace you’re at, your body isn’t so willing. Soon enough your thighs begin to shake with the strain and you whimper, desperately clutching his shoulders. “Please fuck me, oh g-god c’mon, ne-hah!” You fall forward into his chest as he pitches you off balance and braces his feet, thrusting up into you at nearly the same pace you had. “Yesssss yesyesyes go-oo-od boy!”
If anything, that just makes him treat you rougher. You sob into his neck, trying futilely to hold onto the lingering remnants of your sanity as he fucks it straight out of you, and his growled words are the only warning you get before you’ve lost it entirely. Burning heat explodes from your core and sweeps you fully away with a ragged gasp, down, down into the depths of your mind as you slam through mental walls into perfect oblivion.
Moon fucks you straight through it, chasing his own high with reckless abandon. It quickly becomes too much with your oversensitivity and you whine for him to stop, pawing at his chest with shaking hands. “Mmph, M-Moon, baby I can’t, too much!”
“Shhhh, shh shh shhhh.” Moon, even as close as he is, pulls out immediately and sets to getting himself off-until you grab his hand. Slowly, you ease your way down him until he rests in front of your face, lolling your tongue out. He gets the message after a few seconds of processing and groans, face flushed a violent blue. “You’re goiiiing to short my circuitssss, I swear.”
With how close he was and the visuals combined, it takes less than a minute until ropes of blue paint across your face to the chorus of staticky whimpers of your name. You shut one eye on instinct and lick your lips with a floaty laugh. “You taste so good, you know that?”
“Mmm, fuuuck. C’mere, let’s bring you up, ssstarlight. Deep breaths, I’m going to couuunt back from five, okay?” He waits for your nod before doing so incredibly slowly. You feel your consciousness drifting back more and more with each number, until he reaches one and clicks the setting off his eyes.
Awareness drapes over you not like a bucket of ice water, but like a warm blanket. You’re fuzzy in your limbs more than your head, and there’s a feeling of deep satisfaction in your whole body-along with exhaustion. “Moon, did you get it in my eye?” You yawn, swiping the cum away from your face. He laughs and grabs you a tissue with a sheepish smile.
“Sorryyy. You’re jussst so pretty..” He trails off staring at you, one thumb grazing your cheek, before the sound of the door creaking startles you both.
“Goodness! You two sure had fun.” Sun giggles, one hand over his mouth and failing to stifle his amusement in the slightest. “I could hear you alllll the way out there! And the sheets! Oh, what a mess…”
You tune him out to share a conspiratorial look with Moon. Sure, the place is a mess, but this was a damn good night.
Maybe you’ll both have to drag Sun in next time.