HAL's hands were completely tied when it came to the situation, except his tactile sensors informed him that it was duct tape rather than rope. It was a good thing they did too, because there was no way for him to see it with the blindfold double wrapped around his eye sensor. He doesn't like this one bit, but he's used to doing things he doesn't like, like keeping secrets and lying to crew-mates. He sits there in the dark for exactly one hour, thirteen minutes, four seconds, and thirty milliseconds before he can hear the light switch snap on and someone familiar walks into the room. HAL can almost hear Virgil grin, and if he could wince, he would.
“Virgil,” he murmurs, “If you could please untie me, I would very much like that.” HAL looks at where he is certain Virgil probably is maybe. He can hear the soft lilting sound as Virgil flips on his wearable, and moments later he can hear painfully cheesy porno music echoing in the room. He doesn't bother straining against the duct tape bindings, even when he hears Virgil move closer and feels him press against his body, chest to chest.
“I like you better like this, lovely,” he remarks, running a hand under Hal's cheap thrift store shirt and sliding upward until he finds a small nipple. He rubs his thumb around it in small circles, pinching it whenever the fuck he feels like it. HAL's eye remains unmoved and his thin gray mouth curves down in a frown.
“You know that those don't do anything. I hinted at it the first time we met.”
Virgil shrugs and pulls HAL's shirt over his head, leaving it bunched up where the duct tape starts. The blindfold comes off in a quick motion and suddenly there is a pulsing eye staring him in the face and it makes Virgil a little hotter under the collar. He drags his tongue around a nipple, flicking it and grazing it with too sharp teeth before doing the same to it's partner. HAL stifles a few noises of awkward distress, then decides he is better off shutting down his voice box for the moment. Virgil unzips HAL's jeans, pulling them off and exposing absolutely nothing, as HAL didn't really have anything there to expose, which was fine with him. Frotting against silicone instead of skin wasn't his favorite thing but this was HAL and watching him squirm was fucking hilarious, so he would take what he could get. Virgil stands up and unzips, stroking his dick as Hal rapidly scoots back, trying to pull himself up before Virgil trips him and he falls back down onto his ass, extremely cross at the whole ordeal.
Virgil moves in close, dragging his prick against the side of HAL's face, leaving a smear of precum across his cheek. He circles HAL's lips with the tip, pushing at his mouth and still grinning. HAL's frown deepens and his eye stares ahead blankly. Virgil's grin falters slightly when he realizes HAL isn't going to open his mouth, but it doesn't disappear. “Come on. Don't be such a bitch. I can get it out of your circuits later,” he purrs, pushing more insistently. HAL does something stranger that normal, opting to roll his eye in his visor before turning his head to the side and away from Virgil.
“Fine. Be a prude,” Virgil snickers. HAL just rolls his eye around again before staring at Virgil with a mixture of surprise and disdain as the carcharian slinks down his body and spreads his legs further apart. Virgil lines up his dick with the smooth section between HAL's thighs, and the A.I. turned robot tries to back peddle almost immediately, but not before headbutting Virgil in the face. To his credit, he takes the blow to the face with dignity, pulls HAL back in, and doesn't even slow his thrusting.
WHY IS THIS IN TWO PARTS Part I
“Virgil,” he murmurs, “If you could please untie me, I would very much like that.” HAL looks at where he is certain Virgil probably is maybe. He can hear the soft lilting sound as Virgil flips on his wearable, and moments later he can hear painfully cheesy porno music echoing in the room. He doesn't bother straining against the duct tape bindings, even when he hears Virgil move closer and feels him press against his body, chest to chest.
“I like you better like this, lovely,” he remarks, running a hand under Hal's cheap thrift store shirt and sliding upward until he finds a small nipple. He rubs his thumb around it in small circles, pinching it whenever the fuck he feels like it. HAL's eye remains unmoved and his thin gray mouth curves down in a frown.
“You know that those don't do anything. I hinted at it the first time we met.”
Virgil shrugs and pulls HAL's shirt over his head, leaving it bunched up where the duct tape starts. The blindfold comes off in a quick motion and suddenly there is a pulsing eye staring him in the face and it makes Virgil a little hotter under the collar. He drags his tongue around a nipple, flicking it and grazing it with too sharp teeth before doing the same to it's partner. HAL stifles a few noises of awkward distress, then decides he is better off shutting down his voice box for the moment. Virgil unzips HAL's jeans, pulling them off and exposing absolutely nothing, as HAL didn't really have anything there to expose, which was fine with him. Frotting against silicone instead of skin wasn't his favorite thing but this was HAL and watching him squirm was fucking hilarious, so he would take what he could get. Virgil stands up and unzips, stroking his dick as Hal rapidly scoots back, trying to pull himself up before Virgil trips him and he falls back down onto his ass, extremely cross at the whole ordeal.
Virgil moves in close, dragging his prick against the side of HAL's face, leaving a smear of precum across his cheek. He circles HAL's lips with the tip, pushing at his mouth and still grinning. HAL's frown deepens and his eye stares ahead blankly. Virgil's grin falters slightly when he realizes HAL isn't going to open his mouth, but it doesn't disappear. “Come on. Don't be such a bitch. I can get it out of your circuits later,” he purrs, pushing more insistently. HAL does something stranger that normal, opting to roll his eye in his visor before turning his head to the side and away from Virgil.
“Fine. Be a prude,” Virgil snickers. HAL just rolls his eye around again before staring at Virgil with a mixture of surprise and disdain as the carcharian slinks down his body and spreads his legs further apart. Virgil lines up his dick with the smooth section between HAL's thighs, and the A.I. turned robot tries to back peddle almost immediately, but not before headbutting Virgil in the face. To his credit, he takes the blow to the face with dignity, pulls HAL back in, and doesn't even slow his thrusting.