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The TV drones on, some obnoxious sitcom laughs and grumbles as you slouch against the couch. A robotic arm wraps around your waist, pulling you up against the sunny yellow animatronic’s side.
You look up at him, sleepy eyed, and he beams down at you. You let out a quiet sound of resistance and shift in your seat when you feel his mechanical fingers press into your side.
“…whatchu want..” you mumble out, sitting up just to lean against his chest. You place your cheek against the soft silicone as your legs curl up partway into his lap. Fans immediately start up and the animatronic’s internals click and whir, going into overdrive.
“Nothing more, darling… nothing more.” Sun sighs as his rays spin ‘round and round. It’s adorable, but you’re too tired to show much of a reaction, instead just cuddling up against him further. You aren’t really awake right now, anyway. It all just feels like a dream.
Might as well have some fun with it then.
You wrap your right arm up around his shoulder, pulling yourself further into his lap, and press yourself against him as much as you can. It’s a nice sensation, getting to feel along his metallic body without getting embarrassed, so you move your other hand to his back and trace it down a metal seam.
“N-now… what are you wanting, dewdrop?” There’s a sputter to his voice. Sun sits up taller and keeps his hand held comfortably around your waist as he twitches. He never squeezes you, it’s his other hand that jitters, fingers fumbling against his pants as if he wants to hold you tighter but would rather be careful.
“Mnf.” You grunt, your mouth pushed partway up against his chest. “Anything you’ll give me, darling.” You grin through your tease and feel the animatronic grow flustered. How lovely this is, you think to yourself as you sit back to look up at his face.
The eternal smile plastered on doesn’t seem misplaced. You just assume it’d be more goofy if he had any control over it.
You reach up with your right hand, no longer curling it around his shoulder, and trace your knuckles along his lips and teeth.
“O-oh…” A noise slips out of his voicebox, rumbling gently through his chest, before being followed by shy giggles. He doesn’t lean away. Not yet.
You hum quietly and continue tracing his faceplate, moving your fingers slowly along every groove in his face. His mouth, his cheeks, every decal along his forehead and beside his eyes. None of it is safe from your touch.
“…what’s got you so, uh…” Sun pauses, leaning into your touch for a second, “affectionate, my friend?”
“I’m just mad.” You keep humming, an almost melodic tone to your simple sentence as you lower your hand from the robot’s faceplate. He hesitates, following your touch when you pull it away. His grip on your waist loosens and you take the opportunity to slide a leg over his lap, straddling his hips to get closer to his face.
“A- oh, my- I- uhm-” Sun fully takes his hands off you, holding them up in playful surrender, yet you hear the concern in his stutter. “Was it something I did?”
You exhale through your nose in a half sort-of laugh as you shake your head. That’s enough of a reassurance for the brightly animatronic as he places his hands on your cheeks, holding your drooping head up for you.
“Is it even something to talk about or is the world simply feeling sickly and stupid?” He asks, lowering his volume a notch or two as he leans in close. You can’t help but snicker and roll your eyes.
“Yes, the world is feeling sickly and stupid. I’m just… tired and upset.” You sink into his hands.
God, his hands… For something made of metal and silicone, they’re much, much too comfortable.
He hums in something of a concerned tone, or at least pity. You can’t tell which and you don’t really care. You blink slowly up at him, looking at those big ol’ white eyes he’s got, and a grin fights it way onto your lips. He moves his thumb gently and slowly against your cheek, sending chills across your skin, before speaking again.
“As much as I’d like you to stay awake and with me, If you’re tired, you should sleep.” Sun says, sighing quietly after moving his thumb to your bottom lip. You’re fighting back the urge to bite it. It’s still to strange to you to be enjoying touch like this without wanting to writhe against it.
You mumble and look away, not giving much of an answer. You didn’t really mean that kind of tired, but at least he’s thinking of your health.
He hums and pulls on your chin so you have to face him again… You’re not sure you’re happy with how it makes your heart flutter. Though it’s entirely your fault when your heart stops because you lean in and place a gentle kiss against his faceplate.
It’s like you both blue screen. Sun has frozen up and is just sitting there with a blank expression, hands still on your cheeks. You pull back, feeling your face burn and mentally cursing yourself with every swear you can think of.
Sure, you’ve kissed before, but that was him kissing you, and he asked that time. You’re sure you’ve crossed a boundary by getting too caught up in your feelings, only starting to get uncertain when Sun lets out a long, wistful sigh.
“I didn’t realize you were that upset.” The animatronic purrs as he pulls you by the face as close as you can be. “Feel free to relieve your stress by doing that as many times as necessary. In fact, I think you’ll need at the very least 10 more, perhaps even 15.”
A laugh bursts out of you as you sink into his hands again, unfathomably relieved that he’s not grossed out by whatever just took hold of you there, but-
“15?? Really?” You laugh, grabbing onto the red fabric ruffles around his neck. Sun wastes no time bringing his faceplate less than an inch away from your mouth. You’re really feeling the burning in your face now.
“…It would be very sweet of you to kiss me 15 times.” His voice box mumbles over the whirring of fans from behind his casings. You swallow and chuckle slowly, your gaze trails off to the side. You might be feeling a little overwhelmed right about now, but you’re certainly feeling less upset.
“Would you be willing to go down to five?” You ask. An unsatisfied huff is your answer, it sounds almost like a whine.
“I said at least 10, darling. Don’t forget, you’re the one who started this.” Sun’s thumb moves to your bottom lip again, pulling down on it slightly. You feel like you might just pass out.
You can’t think well enough to manage words, since all that squeaks out is a meager and stutter-y “Sun” as you hold onto his clown ruffles like you’re falling. He hisses like a train and leans back, releasing all the tension and finally giving you room to breathe; You slump against his chest and sigh when his hands finally pull off of your cheeks.
You find your arms wrapping around his waist and pressing your ear against his chest-plate, hearing all the quiet sounds of electronics slip though. You hear his voice box spark before the actual words come through.
“…S..Sorry. I-I, um… got excited. Thinking you’d want, um. me.” The solar-themed animatronic mumbles. You can’t keep yourself from hugging him tighter.
“Obviously I do.” You huff, earning a quiet yet very pleased giggle from your desperate robot darling.
“But… asking for 10 kisses is too much?” He grins as he traces a finger up your spine, not unlike what you did earlier to his when following a metal seam of his. It makes your entire body shiver and you almost choke on a gasp.
“I’ll give you 15 if you let me be mean about it.”
Your bargain gains his interest, because he grips onto the back of your shirt as his rays spin slowly. He pretends to clear his throat and tilts his head.
“Mean in what way?” Sun asks. You lean forward and kiss his shoulder softy.
“One.” You hum. You hear clicking coming from his processor and feel the shudder that goes through his metallic frame. You kiss a tad closer to his neck. “Two.”
“Oh, that really is mean!” Your sunny buddy laughs, bunching your shirt up in his hands to fight off the urge to press his face directly to yours. You give him three, four, and five in quick succession on his shoulder before moving your hands to his sun rays and waiting a moment for him to lower his head closer to yours. It would take the someone with less self-confidence than a smudge of hummus on a cracker to believe that Sun isn’t thoroughly enjoying this. (You get awfully close to that amount, so you still feel like maybe you’re doing something wrong.)
Six and seven are spent on his cheek, eight and nine are placed further from his mouth on a sunray and earn an exasperated laugh. Ten is when you kiss his nose, eleven you kiss right below his eye. Twelve you sneak your lips down to his metal throat and cause him gasp and his fans to start whirring louder. Thirteen you’re nice again and kiss his cheek, fourteen is cut short by him moving his hands back to your face and tilting his head to look into your eyes.
“Then now we’re at… 15.” Sun wheezes, and it takes everything you’ve got not to laugh at how distressed he sounds. To be fair, you have been slowly antagonizing him with every kiss, but he seems to have taken it okay?
A simple chuckle slips out as you smile up at him.
“Well. Can I kiss your mouth, then, I guess?”
He’s pulled you up against him and lets out a warm and definitely desperate sigh. You suck in a sharp breath, not expecting such a sudden reply.
“Of course, my dearest.”
And you give him that 15th kiss, soundly on his mouth. You don’t get much of a chance to breathe after, but you’re certainly feeling better than you did earlier today.