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"It's still bothering you," Murderbot states bluntly. It had been walking past but stopped when it saw his mopey body language.
Gurathin sighs. He's fiddling with his coffee mug, staring at the bottom of it. "I can't help it. It's just— What if you'll be agreeing to certain things only because I want to. You've never expressed any need or want to be physical in a sexual way and then I bring it up and I feel like I might be influencing you even—"
Gurathin's cut off as he's hauled out of the chair and walked backwards. The mug rattles and comes to rest on the table. His feet scramble to keep up and it's only the iron grip on his collar keeping him from falling ass first to the floor.
Murderbot slams him to the wall, hard enough to knock the air out of him, but not hard enough to cause any real damage.
"What the fu—" Gurathin starts asking, but is cut short by a hand around his throat as Murderbot pins him to the wall.
"Shut up."
Its voice and face are both SecUnit neutral. The only thing breaking the illusion of a governed bot are its rude words. At the moment, it looks the part of a killing machine. Gurathin swallows, throat moving against its palm. This is frighteningly familiar.
"On your knees," it commands, using its other hand to grab a fistful of his hair and guide him to the floor. He goes easily, knees splayed out on the hard kitchen floor, staring up at the construct as if spellbound. The hand that was around his throat slips off but stays close.
Gurathin flinches at an all too familiar clicking and whirring as its gun is deployed and readied. He's breathing hard now, staring at the glow of the gunbarrel rather than its face. He can feel the heat of it on his cheeks.
After a pause, Murderbot says, "This is probably where you should tell me to stop."
Oh.
Hot shame and adrenaline flushes through Gurathin's entire body. He feels like a fucking idiot.
Murderbot's grip goes soft instantly. It uses its hand to smooth his hair back into its normal shape. Then it holds its hand out for him to take and helps pull him to his feet. Gurathin can't look it in the face and their hands slip apart.
It's almost about to walk away when it stops, halfway turned away from him. "Do I need to be worried about you?"
Gurathin's ears grow hot. He clears his throat and tries to push down the embarrassment still bubbling away inside. "No, I-I wouldn't have— If it had been anyone else..."
Murderbot seems to process that for a moment. It doesn't say anything for a while. Gurathin can hear his blood rush through his ears in time with his heartbeat, still not fully calm.
"You're aroused."
"Yeah, sorry. Can't help it," Gurathin mumbles, covering his eyes by rubbing his forehead. Can it just leave this alone already? It's made its point very clear. He's a puny human and it's a big strong construct. He can't make it do anything it doesn't want to do.
"No," Murderbot responds.
Gurathin looks up, frowning in slight confusion.
"I like it. I liked that." It pauses for another second or two. "We could do something like that again."
A new wave of arousal washes Gurathin's body and the side of Murderbot's lips twitch up in a small smile. It sends a cartoon sound clip through the feed, a spring being manipulated to make a silly vibrating noise, indicating something going stiff.
"Shut up!" Gurathin grumbles after it, cheeks red, as it leaves the room.