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“It’s very okay,” Evan told him. “This is what I want.”

Quincy gave one of his signature wiggles of delight, shaking the bed. Then he pulled Evan into his arms. It was a good thing Evan didn’t want to resist, because with Quincy’s strength, he wouldn’t have been able to. And Evan loved it.

His head rested on Quincy’s broad shoulder. This close, he could hear the tiny whir of pistons and gears as Quincy’s arm moved to stroke his back.

In return, he traced lazy patterns over Quincy’s chest. His skin wasn’t quite the same as Evan’s, but it was soft and supple, inviting Evan’s touch. God, he couldn’t believe that he finally got to touch.

And that Quincy wanted to hold him, too. He should have expected it, knowing how tactile Quincy was, but there had been a tiny part of him that was still hesitant to expect it.

“Did I…” Quincy started. “Was that enjoyable for you?”

“Quincy, that was amazing. It was spectacular.”

“Yeah?” He could hear the smile in his voice. “Is there anything I should have done differently?”

“Nope. Not a thing.” Well, he wouldn’t mind playing a bit more with Quincy’s other limbs… but he wasn’t going to push that. Quincy seemed to worry about whether they were “dirty,” and Evan didn’t want Quincy to feel objectified or fetishized for them, either.

He had a more important question, anyway. “How did it feel for you?”

Quincy squeezed him closer. “I liked touching you. Is that okay? I really… Evan, I think I wanted to touch you like that for a long time, but I didn’t know it.”

Evan grinned against Quincy’s chest. “That’s good. That’s definitely okay.”

“And at the end, you had an orgasm, right? You ejaculated, just like you were supposed to!”

He was not going to laugh. He was not going to laugh. “Yes, I did. You were driving me crazy, making me wait.”

“Good!” Quincy exclaimed happily. “I liked that. I liked… I liked watching you. And hearing you. I want to do that again.”

“Any time,” Evan promised. He yawned, unable to hold it back. He didn’t want to sleep now, not when Quincy was finally holding him. “At the end, did you know that you froze for a moment?”

Quincy’s hand stilled on his back. “Yeah? Uh, sorry about that. Was that weird?”

Evan turned to kiss his cheek. “I was actually wondering if that was you having an orgasm, too. Did it feel good?”

“Yeah,” Quincy exhaled. “Really good. I didn’t know what was happening, but it was like… a wave? A really good pulse of something that kind of took over all my systems for a minute. I couldn’t even think. Even my memories of it are kind of scrambled. But it was really nice, like all of the good feelings coming together at once.”

Evan kissed him again, more pleased than he could say that Quincy’s circuits were somehow capable of bringing him that pleasure. “That’s an orgasm. You described it just like I would have tried to, and it’s not even easy for humans to describe.”

“Ohhh…” Quincy sounded awed. “Do you think I should mention that in my spark interview?”

Evan really did laugh this time. “Only if they ask about sex, alright? Otherwise that’s something private.”

“Okay. Except for Ben?”

“Oh my god. Do not tell Ben anything. He’s a nosy asshole, who does not need to know what we do in bed.”

“He gave me good advice, though. He told me that if I just started kissing you, you would stop being stupid. And he made me promise I would tell him.”

Evan shook his head. “He did not…” But of course he did. Everything made a lot more sense now. “Alright, he might have helped, but that is not a promise you have to keep. He’s teasing. Only tell him what you’re comfortable with.”

“Ohhh… alright.”

Evan got the sense that what Quincy might feel comfortable telling Ben was… everything. But that was a problem for another day. He yawned again. “I wish I weren’t so tired.” He checked the clock. It was nearly three, and he couldn’t have slept for more than an hour on the couch.

“You should sleep,” Quincy told him, still stroking his back. “Is it okay if I stay here?”

“I would love that.”