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For a moment, neither of you move, simply basking in the silence. After such a confession, you almost have to double check and make sure you’re still breathing; sure enough, you’d been holding your breath and the air leaves your lungs on a shaky exhale. Behind you, Sunny has mostly stilled, but between your legs he throbs and twitches with the effort to remain motionless. The moment drapes over the both of you like a shroud, hanging heavy in the air, a question of who would dare to make the first move.
His arms have slackened their hold, no longer gripping you tightly to him, and you take the initiative to shift in his grasp. He pulls away, sliding his erection from between your retreating thighs with a slight whimper at the dragging sensation, and you can tell he’s about to speak, say something, maybe offer some apology, but you turn towards him, partially rising to place a hand on his chest and slowly roll him onto his back, following through with the movement to climb over him and wordlessly straddle his body. The blanket over you rustles as it falls away from your movements.
The only sound between you are the stuttering breaths—both natural and artificial—that break free from both of your throats. Sun’s hands catch you up to him, sliding down the expanse of your back and settling gently on your hips, rubbing circles into them with his long thumbs. You press your hands to his broad chest cavity to properly balance yourself, hovering over his body as he stares up at you with wonder. His erection is trapped beneath you, hot against your clothed core, but your focus is on his face as he stares up at you. You trail one hand up to slide across the bottom jaw of his face-plate, tracing over every little crater and crevice of his moon-half. He shifts to press into your touch with a sigh.
You want so badly to continue, to explore, to see where this all leads, but there’s one more thing on your mind that you can’t ignore. You stare down at Sun. “Sunny… What about Moon…?” You lift your hips off his body, using your knees to keep yourself above him.
He tilts his head. “What about him?”
“Well…” You avert your gaze somewhat guiltily. “I… don’t know how he feels about all of this. It’s as much his body as it is yours. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable if we continue and he doesn’t want the same…”
The bot under you lifts one of his hands to trace down the side of your face. “Oh, Sunshine…” His voice holds a reverence that surprises you. “We really are so lucky to have you. No one else has ever treated us so kindly, or taken both of our feelings into such consideration. It’s one of the many things we both love about you.”
Your heart flutters at that. “Is… Is he okay with this…?”
Sun’s fingertips trace across your jaw before sliding to cup the side of your face tenderly. “Oh, precious star,” he purrs, gently, “If Moon had gotten his way, we would have had you much, much sooner.” His vocoder emits a soft hum as he shakes his head. “For months, he was telling me to just stop worrying and do something about it, but I was too afraid of losing you. If you had lost your job because of us, I would never have forgiven myself. I had to beg him not to say anything to you.”
You glance at him through your lashes. “So… so he’s…?”
Sunny goes quiet for a moment, and you can tell by the look on his face that he’s having some sort of conversation with his counterpart in his head. “Yes, he’s okay with it. More than okay with it. If you are…” His hand moves to tilt your head back up to look at him. “Do you want this, sunshine? Just say the word, and I’ll stop.”
Heart pounding, you take his offer into consideration for barely a moment before you catch his hands up in yours and hook your fingers into the elastic waistband of your PJ shorts. Sunny’s breath hitches as you lean your lower half up to slide the material down your legs, lifting yourself to discard them, tossing them into some corner of the room. His hands move back to your hips, and though you feel the pressure of those long digits on your skin, he makes no move to force you, merely settling himself like a welcome weight upon you, waiting for you to make the choice.
Below you, his erection flares to life, twitching against your folds as you slowly slide back and forth upon him, giving him just a taste of what was to come. A garbled moan erupts from his voice box as your slick core entices him with a shallow thrust, his tip nudging against your clit deliciously. You hear the way his processors work double time, humming as his fans kick on to cool his systems, and it spurs you on, lifting yourself up to properly sink down on his length.
Sun’s head slowly tilts back, eyes dimming as though he were closing them in pleasure as a ragged, simulated breath escapes him. He’s big, far bigger than anything you had ever experienced before, the burning stretch of him pushing deep into your core, filling you to the brim, unlike anything else in this world. You gasp as inch by inch you seat yourself upon him, until your hips lie flush together. His hands repeatedly clench into your skin, fingers kneading into your flesh as he tries to hold himself together. When he finally speaks, he sounds absolutely wrecked.
“O-ohhh… Sweet starflower… y-you feel so— mmmmff!” His head rotates back up to look at you, and despite the lack of proper pupils, you can tell he’s staring at where your bodies now connect, joined in flesh and feeling. One hand retracts from your side to press to the area where his length disappears into your body, feeling along your pubic mound before sliding up to press to the slightest bulge of your lower stomach, and he gasps, delirious with pleasure. “I-I— I can feel it!”
You whimper at the added pressure, despite how light it is. You’ve never felt so full before. You were still adjusting to how thick he was.
Sun’s hand moves back to cup your chin as you hold yourself over him, breathing your name. “Sweet star… You f-feel… even better than I ever imagined…! Ahh!” His chest moves up and down and he pants as though he were the one out of breath. “S-so… warm, and tight around me…!”
His admission doesn’t go unnoticed by you; you choke back a moan at the thought of Sun pleasuring himself, imagining you beneath his large body. Gathering up your courage, you test the waters, lifting yourself up and gently sliding back down upon him. It knocks the wind from both of you as your moan harmonizes with his. His hands return to your hips to help guide you into a slow rhythm upon him, hands pressed to his chest as you undulate your hips and ride him at a leisurely pace.
The pleasure builds gently within you, walls fluttering around his twitching cock, as you begin to breathe a confession of your own over him like a prayer. “Sun… Sunny… I-I’ve… ah, wanted you for so long. Was always too—” You cut yourself off with a soft whimper. “T-too afraid you didn’t feel the same, but… I…” Your heart feels like it could burst if you kept it in too long. With a hushed sigh, you release it. “I love you.”
The animatronic stills beneath you, hands gripping your hips and bringing you to a halt over him. Peeking out through your lashes, you lock eyes with him, watching the rays around his head shifting to retract partially behind his face-plate. He looks momentarily stunned, before he lifts himself on his elbows, slowly inching his upper torso off the bed, rays beginning to circle and spin slowly. “...Say it again.”
“I… I love you…?” you squeak, watching his static expression somehow convey an almost desperate joy.
“Again.”
“I love you.”
“Who do you love?”
“You,” you gasp, as Sun finally sits up fully, causing his cock to seat itself even deeper with the new angle presented. You wrap your arms around his spindly neck as he brings his face closer to you, nudging into you, rays spinning happily. “You, Sunny. And you, too, Moonie. I love the both of you with all my heart.”
“Keep saying it, my angel, please.” It’s his turn to whimper as he presses into you, this time his hands encouraging your hips to lift and fall on him, guiding you into rhythm once more. “We love you, too. Loved you from the very moment we met you. Love you, love you, love you, starflower. Oh, say you’ll be ours?”
“S-Sunny…!” You quicken your pace above him, thighs tensing as you ride him. His face-plate nudges against you and more sounds erupt from his voice box and you realize that he’s kissing you, and you begin to return the affection eagerly, lips finding their way across the planes of his face, tongue tracing the edge of his moon-half down to his teeth. It’s clumsy and awkward, but you kiss him with as much passion as you can, heart soaring as he continues to sing adoration into your skin. “Yours,” you reply, breathlessly, “I’m yours… I’ve always been yours!”
“Don’t stop,” he breathes, “Never stop. Love you so, so much. Tell you every day how lucky we are to have you.” Those fingers of his begin to wander, caressing along the expanse of your skin, slipping under the cotton of your tank top and cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples into hardened peaks. You’d never been one to be stimulated through such methods, but every swipe of those tactile digits sent a rush of pleasure singing through your veins and zapping across your nerves like electricity, speeding straight to your core. You clench hard around him, hearing the ragged groan he emits, feeling your end nearing.
“Sunny—”
“Me, too, angel,” he groans, “T-together…” The two of you dissolve into breathy whimpers and hushed moans, hips grinding together as you each chase your climax. You feel yours coming on, your walls beginning to flutter and clench, when his fingers find and circle your clit rapidly, propelling you violently over the edge of your orgasm with a soft keen. Sunny presses his face-plate into the crook of your neck as his own hips begin to stutter, bucking up into you as he throbs and twitches wildly inside you, and then suddenly he’s coming, pulsing and spilling himself deep within you, your name a shattered cry on his breath.
Slowly, you come down from the high, leaning against Sun’s frame as he encircles you in his arms again, breathing hard in the quiet of the room. When he moves to retreat from your body, it sends little shockwaves chasing through your overstimulated core as he slips out, maneuvering you until you’re comfortably lying against him. He slowly sinks back down onto the mattress, holding you close to him, those large hands of his soothing up and down your back. Lifting yourself up on your elbows, you stare into his face before pressing gentle kisses to his own lips and teeth. He sighs, relaxed at last.
“I love you so much, little star,” he hums. “Moon was right, I should have told you sooner.”
You press your fingertips to his permanent smile, gently. “We have each other now. That’s all that matters.” His fingers slowly begin to card through your hair and you shift against him with a contented sigh. “I better get to work on getting Moon back in tip top shape,” you admit with a secret smile, “After all, I’ve got to make it up to him for missing out on our first time together.”