koris x geth

Koris moved his hands over the geth, hands quivering as he felt the varying textures of metal and fibers through his suit. The geth mimicked the movements, Koris shivering and pressing his body closer to the platform. He was panting heavily his respirator working overtime to keep up with his breathing.

 

The geth trailed its hand down the admiral's back, the quarian moaning as it did so. His mouth was desperately dry, hanging open in his environmental suit and letting out a noise whenever the geth made the slightest movement. He wanted more, he needed more.

 

"We were wrong," the quarian gasped as the geth began to interface with his suit, Koris's hands gripping onto the platform for balance.

 

He could feel the geth turning off the air he was breathing, the sensation only compelling him to thrust against the platform's hand again. He struggled for breath, he struggled for his release.

 

Sparks dashed behind the admiral's eyes, his lungs gasping for air. The geth stroked him through his suit, making his desire for air even more desperate. His body threatened to fold on him, the combined sensations becoming too much.

 

He looked into the geth's optic, his vision beginning to fade as his body began to crumble. The pair locked their eyes together, the moment putting Koris over the edge. He felt his entire body shake, his vision fading to black before exploding in a mass of sparks and colors, ecstasy flowing through his veins.

 

Koris felt air once again fill his lungs as he collapsed against the geth, eyes closing as he panted.

 

His grip on the world slowly returned, his eyes slowly opening again. Koris slumped against the geth, the feeling of the programs leaving his suit left him feeling empty and his only compensation was the mobile platform they inhabited.

 

The quarian struggled to move, exhaustion seeping through his very being. The geth effortlessly lifted the man and deposited him to his bed, joining him momentarily. The platform cautiously wrapped its arms around the creator, the tender touch of the geth sending shivers and aftershocks through Koris's body.

 

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Koris was on his knees now, his entire body flushed and shaking.  The quarian took the helmet off of his envirosuit and looked up, his heart racing at the sight of the geth towering over him.  He moved his hands over the firm fibers of the synthetic thighs, the rough texture finding its way through the gloves of his suit.  Koris shivered at the contact, wanting nothing more than to stay here, kneeling down before the geth.

 

He tentatively looked up, the geth's optic fixed unwavering upon the quarian's face.  Koris's heart skipped a beat, the sight both frightening and intoxicating.  The quarian leaned his face towards the geth, eyes closing and tongue lapping at the machine's cusp in an effort to get any sort of reaction.  He wanted to please it, he wanted to be taken by it.  He needed it.

 

Koris felt a the geth's finger snake into his mouth and he moaned, his back arching at the contact and acknowledgement.  He sucked on it instinctively, his tongue desperately working at the synthetic's digit.

 

There was a specific shame to all of this, one that he both regretted and reveled in. The thought alone of doing something such as this was taboo, but the act itself was on a completely different scale. The Admiral had no concern for these violations as he licked, thoughts completely consumed by the machine in front of him.

 

He felt the finger begin to pull him up, and he rose to his feet at the exact pace. Koris felt his entire body begin to slow to the geth's rhythm, not even his most minute cells daring to go against the will of the other.

 

Koris felt the geth's arms begin to explore his body, entire countenance shaking down to his very soul. The geth felt his length through his envirosuit, hips bucking in hope for more contact. The geth slowly stroked him through the suit painfully slow and not nearly enough for any true release.

 

But the quarian dare not move, he dare not question, he dare not beg. Not yet. He wasn't the one in control, he knew that. He lived for it. It was the only thing that mattered now. The only thing that he cared about.