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Working on an android while embracing it from behind isn’t the usual procedure, but then, J0ngd4e is an unusual droid. He’s Minseok’s own, for one thing, in the sense that he doesn’t belong to a client, nor is he one of the unowned ‘gutterdroids’ Minseok often does pro-bono work for. And he’s Minseok’s own in another sense, in that their hearts, organic and mechanical, belong to each other.

Minseok is a man in love, and that means he’s willing to accommodate his boyfriend’s idiosyncrasies. J0ngd4e hates being put into suspended mode, would rather sit there wide awake while Minseok pokes about in his circuits and bioware. It's understandable, given that the last time he was revived from suspended mode, right here in Minseok’s workshop three years back, he’d discovered that two decades had passed.

Never again will J0ngd4e be suspended and disposed of, cast off into a dusty corner of a secondhand droid shop, as if he’s not sentient, doesn’t deserve a say in his own fate. Minseok swore this to him that first, fretful day, trying to coax a half-assembled droid with an out-of-date emotion chip out from under the workbench so he could start on the first of many upgrades that would improve his quality of life.

Lots of advancements have been made in the last 20 years, after all. J0ngd4e had only the economy chassis, basic sight and hearing, some rudimentary pressure sensors in his silicone fingertips. Now, in addition to a stable, far more nuanced emotion chip, he’s anatomically correct, has the best audiovisual arrays Minseok can afford, and has detailed temperature and pressure sensors woven throughout his premium cyberskin. But he can only evaluate this biofeedback in a clinical way, letting it inform his ability to, say, crack an egg over Minseok’s bibimbap without crushing it, and embrace Minseok’s more-fragile human form without crushing that, either.

He’s become adept at giving pleasure, the kind of quick learner only a digital brain can be, cataloguing everything that earns positive feedback from his lover, sortable by intensity, duration, and body part involved. But Minseok is uncomfortable simply being serviced by his lover, even though he knows J0ngd4e doesn’t see it that way at all.

Minseok is a caretaker and a problem solver. It’s why he chose this profession. And what better use of his skills and experience than in granting his boyfriend the newest upgrade available: a pleasure chip.

It’s difficult to install, to get wired properly into the neural mesh. J0ngd4e won’t be suspended, but he still needs to hold very still. So Minseok is sat on top of his perfectly organized workbench, every tool and component he needs arranged neatly on a tray lined with dustless anti-static material. J0ngd4e is standing between his spread knees, facing away from him so Minseok can access his cranial array. 

Minseok has J0ngd4e’s scalp and cranial dome detached and set carefully aside. He's got his jeweler's loupe in place over his right eye, magnifying the delicate workings of J0ngd4e’s mind. All the tiny little LEDs that light up with his boyfriend’s thought processes are twinkling up at him like fireflies on a summer night. And in order to ensure they keep twinkling, uninterrupted, Minseok’s left hand is cradling J0ngd4e’s face while he works.

It's a handsome face, with top-of-the-line emotion-linked polymuscles. Minseok had chosen the model himself two years ago, after J0ngd4e had urged him to replace his stationary molded face with 'something you don't mind seeing every day.' Minseok couldn't get him to compute at the time that whatever face J0ngd4e wore would immediately become Minseok’s favorite face. The android insisted that the one who had to look at it be the one to choose.

In the end, Minseok had gone with the brand boasting the most possible expressions. Then he'd selected a masculine-seeming one, one with a bit of edginess to it. J0ngd4e is tough, quite headstrong, and Minseok wanted his face at rest to reflect that. But J0ngd4e is also generally sweet, occasionally whiny, and prone to fits of amusement. Minseok had wanted him to be able to properly articulate those emotions, but this particular face should have come with a warning label. Minseok was unprepared for just how endearing J0ngd4e’s pout is, or how devastatingly he smiles.

Minseok wants to give his beloved every reason to unfurl that beautiful grin, so his cradling hand firmly braces J0ngd4e’s titanium skull against his chest.

“Hyung,” J0ngd4e says, even though he’s not supposed to be talking, since that involves moving his face.

“Shh, darling,” Minseok murmurs, eyes locked on the filaments he’s carefully connecting.

“Hyung, it feels weird.”

Minseok pauses, microsolder pencil raised. “Does it? Already? Where?”

“Just. In my head.”

“Ah, yes. It must be starting the testing cycle. Is it pleasant?”

J0ngd4e huffs. “I don’t know, do I? That’s why we’re doing this.”

Minseok strokes his thumb along J0ngd4e’s cheekbone. It’s funny how the android has adapted to his touch already—he’s catalogued all the things Minseok instinctively does, that he’d naturally do to a fellow human, even before J0ngd4e could properly feel them. Now that his sensory network registers the drag of Minseok’s thumb along his cyberskin, the impact of the gesture is strengthened. When Minseok touches his boyfriend like this, he knows that J0ngd4e is comforted and reassured. Not because the gesture itself has any specific effect, but because J0ngd4e recognizes Minseok’s intent.

Well. Minseok has intentions to imbue certain gestures with a more direct form of feedback. He wants to take logic out of the equation. Wants J0ngd4e to enjoy things outright, instead of simply enjoying that Minseok enjoys them, or enjoying that Minseok wants him to enjoy them.

So he frowns down at the chip. “Is the sensation distressing?”

The LEDs flicker more rapidly for a moment. “No. It’s just… new. So my system registers it as anomalous, potentially indicating some malfunction.”

The furrow between Minseok’s brows eases. “Oh. Well, the idea is that you’ll program it to be registered as positive. Link it to a subroutine that already fires when you’re happy, or excited, or whatever’s your favorite.”

“You’re my favorite.”

Minseok caresses J0ngd4e's cheek again. “You cheeseball.”

“I contain zero percent cheese. That might induce rodents to attempt to invade my chassis, and they have sharp, nibbling teeth.”

“The only one nibbling on you will be me,” Minseok promises. “As soon as I… there." 

The chip is fully interfaced now, ready to provide progressively stronger feedback from the cyberskin covering the designated areas. It's set up for the typical male erogenous zones for the time being. It can always be adjusted later if J0ngd4e decides he'd prefer to be adventurous. Minseok squints through the loupe, double-checking that every hair-fine neural wire is connected perfectly.

"That should do it," Minseok pronounces. "Did you complete your programming?”

“Yes. I linked it to how happy I feel when you smile at me first thing every morning, plus how satisfied I feel when I make you climax, plus the excitement I feel when you’re about to return from being away for the day.”

Minseok blinks. “Wow. Sounds pretty intense.”

“I have graduated the intensity on a linear scale for now. I’ll make further adjustments in response to initial feedback.”

“Of course you will." Minseok sets the soldering pencil down in its heat-resistant dock. "Are you ready for the first trial?”

“Yes.”

Eyes on the newly-connected chip’s LED array, Minseok shifts his left hand further down J0ngd4e’s face.

“I can move?”

“Yes, darling. Thank you for asking.”

J0ngd4e turns his face into Minseok’s palm, making it that much easier to run a thumb gently over his bottom lip. The LEDs on the pleasure chip go wild with a burst of rapid flickering.

“Whoa.”

Minseok smiles. “Like that, darling?”

In answer, J0ngd4e turns his head further, lipping at Minseok’s thumb. Minseok curves it to enter J0ngd4e’s mouth, the duramoist lining of which clings wetly to his skin when J0ngd4e sucks gently at it.

Heedless of his missing scalp, J0ngd4e turns further still, facing Minseok with oculars irised wide. Minseok flips up the loupe to better take in the obvious anticipation on his boyfriend’s well-sculpted face. It's a dangerous expression, one that Minseok has seen often enough before, and every time it sends a swoop through Minseok’s gut.

"Hyung," J0ngd4e murmurs. His lips are slightly parted, and Minseok can't take his eyes off of them.

J0ngd4e leans in. Minseok meets him halfway. And then he's smiling into a kiss that finally sets both of their pleasure centers aglow.

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