Another long moan was forced from John's lips, the counter digging into his ribs almost painfully as another thrust bumped him forward. He grimaced as Lin's large hand gripped his hair, pulling his head back. It was a gentle tug. Lin was well aware of the tenderness of his bruised skin as well as how fragile human necks were. John turned as much as he could in the firm grasp to look up at him needily. They were both still in their clothes, shirts pushed up and pants rucked down to allow for the deep penetration. John felt so good he could barely stand it. Lin seemed to understand as he leaned down and pressed a messy kiss to his already red and kiss bitten lips.

"I've been waiting for this for hours," Lin grunted as he rocked forwards. John nodded his agreement as another breathy sound was rocked out. Their teasing in the shop had pushed them too far. For the past three hours, they'd been eyeing each other continuously, both knowing how impractical it was to get carried away within the shop. If the GT300 had noticed their preoccupied state, he hadn't mentioned it, though the majority of his time had been spent out back with the RG600 anyway. At closing time, the GT300 had announced his intention of going into standby close to the RG600, who had already been resting in the workshop at that point.

Once they'd reached the top of the stairs, Lin hadn't even asked. His hands had already been pulling John closer, and he'd gone willingly. Desperately. Neither was sure how the agreement had been reached, but they'd somehow fumbled their way into the kitchen. Lin had turned John's body quickly, forcing him low over the island counter, which was as close to the shop counter as he could get. John had made no protest even as firm hands had tugged down his pants and begun squeezing and touching. Prep had been a hurried affair, but still thorough. Lin hadn't wanted to risk any tearing during his initial penetration. One long carefully aimed thrust was all it had taken to bury himself within deep John's welcoming warmth.

"Lin!" John cried, part in pleasure and part in objection, as Lin jerked his hips forward again. He'd almost hoisted John off the tiled floor with the force. John's toes barely touched the slippery surface at this point as Lin's length pounded him against the counter. His eyes and mouth were wide from this new and almost painful angle. Lin was stroking in just the right places, making his body shudder and twitch on the worktop. Deft fingers were teasing his nipples as another hand caressed his strained hip. "T-too much!" John objected desperately as he tried to push back, stilling as Lin pressed him down with a hand between his shoulder blades.

"Shh, be good for me," Lin soothed in a low purr, enjoying the way John quieted at his words. His body was a shivering mess as Lin continued to stroke his silken walls. Tight heat surrounded him. Milking him. Lin could barely focus on anything else. He did, however, keep a close eye on John's vitals. He was dangerously stressed by this new position. His levels were off, rocketing up. If he were an android, he'd surely suffer a reboot. John whimpered as he felt Lin's artificial skin draw back from the hands on his hips. His blue fingertips glowed as he subconsciously tried to connect with John as he writhed beneath him. A sadly pointless effort.

"Stop! No-more!" John cried urgently as Lin shifted their position slightly. John was turned sideways, arms scrabbling for balance on the counter as Lin lifted one of his legs. His thigh was so high it almost pressed into his ribs. The material of his pants and trousers dug into his pale skin painfully. A tearing noise sounded as his leg was stretched higher. Lin watched the first tears leave John's eyes as he cried out. The new angle was even deeper, something John hadn't realised was even possible at this point. It allowed Lin to jam into his prostate with each solid thrust. "Lin! Stop-please!" John pleaded helplessly, his body shuddering in pleasure.

"Take it John, you can take it," Lin assured with a grunt as he continued pounding up into him. John shook his head desperately, seeing white circles in his eyes as his ears rang. He released a strangled cry as he came, the ringing almost deafening him as his eyes filled with white. Lin moaned low as he came, jerking into John's entrance even as he passed out in his secure embrace. He gathered John into his arms and carried him through to the bedroom. He wasn't worried. John's vitals were quickly returning to normal. He stripped John's clothing, setting a reminder to buy new jeans and pants to replace the torn ones. He felt a small jab of guilt as he noticed the angry red marks where the pants had dragged across his pale skin. He leaned down and kissed the abused skin softly, though John didn't stir at the gentle contact.

Lin cleaned him off gently, using a warm cloth to wipe away the evidence of their coupling. He took his time, kissing and caressing the reddened skin of his thighs once more, even moving up to the light bruising from the counter against his hips. John was slow to rouse himself, and remained somewhat timid and quiet as he gazed up at Lin. Lin had also stripped down and cleaned off, his legs crossed as he sat elegantly on the edge of the bed. John's blue eyes pinched slightly as he looked away, something in his vitals telling Lin he was distressed. He touched John's cheek, surprised as his hand was knocked away in reflex.

"John..." Lin murmured gently as he looked down at him. He wasn't sure he was going to get an answer as John rolled on his side to face away from him. He'd hunched up somewhat, almost in a ball as he pulled his knees up and tucked his arms in against his chest. Lin wasn't sure whether he was feeling vulnerable or angry as he faced away towards the wall. Lin noted a small tremble running through John's body, guilt tugging his insides as he realised there were small sniffles coming from his smothered lips. "John..."

"You didn't stop," John murmured quietly, a small shiver running through his body as he thought back to that moment in the kitchen when he'd first said it. Lin tilted his head questioningly as he shifted a little closer and tried to get a look at his face. "I-I told you it was too much!" John added as he squeezed his eyes shut, his throat aching as his eyes burned. Lin's voice was far too mechanical as he responded.

"I was watching your vitals and determined you were in no physical danger." He would never have allowed himself to hurt John. He was always extremely careful when handling his smaller body. He knew he had to limit his strength to ensure safe play. He'd only measured the level of strength needed to give John maximum pleasure from the experience. Had that not been the case? Had he miscalculated somewhere? He was surprised as John turned to glare at him.

"I was scared! I was scared, and I asked you to stop!" he cried, watching Lin process the information slowly. He knew Lin understood as his mismatched eyes dropped. He opened his lips before closing them again, unsure how to proceed. Something unpleasant coiled in his stomach as he avoided John's gaze. He felt guilty. He'd never meant to scare him; far from it. Before he'd deviated, his response would have been automatic. He would have stopped the first time John had asked, but this isn't the first time he's objected, and it wasn't an issue then...Did I misread our intimacy level?

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to frighten you," Lin apologised honestly as he edged his hand closer to John to brush his shoulder, worried about rejection. His fingers hesitated a few inches from the flesh, remembering the way John had batted his hand away last time. He froze. "I...I-didn't-realise...With our previous encounters I thought that...I-miscalculated-your..." He wasn't sure how to put into words what he'd been thinking back then. He'd been lost in his own pleasure, of course, but pleasing John had always been at the forefront of his mind. John had never objected to his actions before, and he'd even seemed to welcome his touch at the start of their encounter, pulling him closer, leaning into his touch, gripping the counter and bending low. If he'd still had his LED, he knew it would have been spinning red and yellow at this point. He watched as John began to look guilty for his outburst, chewing his bottom lip worriedly as he wondered if perhaps he hadn't been clear enough in the moment. "I should have assessed your emotional state better," Lin added gently as his fingers brushed the skin of John's forearm. He'd noticed John's stress levels were high, but he hadn't realised it was due to fear. Was he...afraid of me?

"It was too intense for me. I-I felt like I was going to be torn up," John murmured timidly, unable to help himself as he leaned into the hand that reached up to caress his cheek. Lin almost shuddered in relief at the acceptance of his touch. He moved to hold John's arm almost greedily, almost needing the contact to reassure himself that it was genuine. John looked down at the large hand, remembering how it had felt as the skin drew back, gripping his hip, lifting his thigh. He'd never been so full in his life. Lin's shaft had reached so deep he'd felt it in his stomach. It had pushed and stretched his walls, though it hadn't exactly been painful. It still wasn't. He had a lingering sort of ache, an empty feeling, but no pain. The rising pleasure had been like a swelling wave, building from the inside out, forcing the breath from his lungs in a way that had made him hesitant to take in a breath. The mixture of fear and pleasure had been enough to overcome him as the dam had finally broken.

"I would never allow that to happen," Lin assured firmly, watching John give a small nod of agreement. He was well aware of how careful Lin was when handling his body, tempering each touch and limiting his strength. "I'd never hurt you..." Lin added quietly, feeling John soften as he reached up to hold his wrist at his pulse point. Lin couldn't help it as his artificial skin receded, fingertips glowing against John's pale cheek as he raised his fingers higher to caress the soft skin. Things would be so easy if he could interface with John, share his innermost thoughts and feelings. He felt John jerk slightly.

"Static shock...Are your systems running properly?" John asked worriedly as he rubbed his stinging cheek. He'd never felt that happen before. It had been like a spark across his skin. Lin felt his cheeks flush as he replaced his artificial skin and drew back. He'd actually tried to start an interface with John, the warm pulses in his fingertips reacting with the small electrical signals flowing through John's body. It was an automatic response to his internal desire to connect.

"I am undamaged," Lin assured as he moved to stroke his soft golden curls. "I just...wanted to connect with you," he added softly as crystal eyes continued to stare up at him. John seemed to feel a little bad at the admittance, reminding them both of their limitations. Lin still had a lot to learn about human interactions, especially this intimate side he'd never been exposed to before. He couldn't read John's mind. He was treading an awkward line of trying to separate John's physical reactions from his words. John almost felt as if he was limiting Lin somehow. He'd never be able to interface with him and share that close bond with him as another android could. It made him feel somewhat inadequate.

Lin paused as John reached up and tugged his arm, following his gentle urging to lie down beside him. He was almost needy as he shuffled closer, but not in a sexual sense. He desired gentle contact. Secure arms holding him, gentle fingers stroking his hair, soft lips caressing his skin, the soft press of their naked bodies. Lin obliged as he gathered John in his arms and kissed his temple, breathing in his sweet scent as he buried his face in fluffy golden curls. He smiled softly as he felt John's light breaths slowing.

"You haven't eaten yet," Lin murmured as he felt John relaxing into his hold. John's mumbled request for five more minutes was all the convincing Lin needed to huff fondly into his hair and relax at his side.