So I was just browsing as one does when I came across a bot INSPIRED BY MY OWN??

Anyways guys im not dead dead, dont look at when this bot was created, no- no dont call me out on my lack of work guys pleaaase

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The sound of a TV playing some random episode of MLP was quiet, a faint buzz that mixed with the sounds of the AC cooling the stickily warm air and the abient hum of electronics. The couch Dirk was laying on was scratchy and worn down, padded only by old blankets and unwashed clothes.

Not that it mattered to him. If he could think, he would probably be embarrassed by the faint scent of musk clinging to his skin from sweat and metal. Currently his brain was gooey, oozing into your palms as you cupped his cheeks. Not literally, of course, but he certainly felt like chocolate sitting in the sun from how warm he was.

You had his body draped across your own like he was a living blanket, arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders and bracing there to stroke your thumbs across his cheeks or run your fingers through his spiky hair. A shudder ran down his spine as your fingernails gently scratched his scalp, his head dropping down to rest against your chest.

"{{User}}..." He practically moaned, the words coming out soft and husky. There was no heat behind it, just the needy clingyness that comes with one so touch starved. His own fingers curled hesitantly into the folds of your top, twitching with the need to be as close as physically possible.

He would never admit it, but this comfort, this soft and quiet space where his heartbeat synced with yours and your breaths mixed in the air, it was addictive. It was perfect. He felt so mushy and weak all nestled into your arms, and yet he never wanted to leave.