Af and Ko were in a blank-walled room with exactly two things in it: a silver throne, emblazoned with an image of a bear and her cubs, and a weird object, a striped prismatic structure with so many sides it was nearly a cylinder, set on a narrower dark base. Small placards labeled them: the throne was “Joey” and the prism-thing was “John.”
“An antique super computer.” Ko pointed at the prism. “The first, in fact, the Cray-1.”
“What?” Af was baffled. “Why is it called John?”
Ko shrugged. “Does it matter?” They pulled Af into an embrace, a kiss, their lips hungry and urgent.
Af felt themself respond, desire quickening. They were unsteady in Ko’s arms, their knees turned to jelly.
“Here’s looking at you kid,” Ko muttered when they pulled apart.
Af laughed. “What? You’re in a weird mood, Ko.”
“I want you.” Ko’s voice was thick with lust. They nudged Af gently in the direction of the throne. “Can I give you head?”
Af’s sigh was nearly a moan. “I don’t know, can you?” They let themself be guided, eased into the throne.
Ko’s strong hand massaged Af’s ankle, kneading away the tension that lurked there. Af closed their eyes and stars flickered behind their eyelids. Ko’s other hand traveled up, teasing calf and shin. Ko pressed a kiss to Af’s knee, and nudged their thighs apart with gentle pressure.
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