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2022-12-21
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2024-01-04
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Tim and Moby Smut (sorry)

Summary:

Tim has had a crush on Moby for quite a while now, so what will happen when they go to a hotel, and face a dilemma

"W-why did they give us one bed?!"

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Tim's day had been going pretty average. He had been on a buisness trip with his hot coworker, moby, and they had pretty much fallen into routine. Wake up, drive a couple hours to the next location, present an educational topic to a classroom, open fan mail, and head back to another hotel to sleep, only to repeat the schedule once again.
There were certainly upsides to the trips, such as growing closer to a certain orange and sexy massive hunk of steel. If you couldn't tell, Tim was down bad for moby. As smitten as he was, he understood that they could never be together. Moby was a robot, and Tim was a twink. See? No chance.
"We're here!" The driver called into the back of the car where Tim and Moby sat, each swept away in their own little world.
Tim nodded and hopped out of the car to head into the hotel, followed closely behind by moby.
They checked in, and made their way up to their room without talking, yet comfortable in the silence. It was only when they walked into the room that either of them felt the need to speak.
"uhh- " Moby beeped out, tim expressing his surprise soon after.
"W-Why did they give us one bed??" He asked to nobody in particular
Moby just beeped back in confusion.
Tim turned to Moby, a big blush spread delicately across his pale cheeks. "I can- uh- I can take the floor if you want Moby..." he said nervously, but Moby shook his bucket-like head.
"No sense in one of us being uncomfortable if we don't have to, the bed is big enough, let's just sleep together-"
"SURE!!!!, I mean, sureeeee" tim practically drawled in a stupid attempt to look cool.
Moby chuckled and set his bag down before yawning and climbing into the left side of the bed.

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Moby awoke late at night to a strange noise coming from Tim.
"Unhh~"
There it was again. Moby sat up confused and pulled the covers off Tim
"Harder... Moby~"
Oh, so that's what this was. Moby had heard about wet dreams before, he just wasn't expecting Tim to have one, ESPECIALLY about him. He watched, unable to move as Tim's hips bucked and he moaned once more.
"Tim" Moby beeped apprehensively. Tim stirred and woke up. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a couple times before seeming to notice Moby staring.
"Oh..." Tim muttered as he realized the situation. He looked up at Moby, presumably to apologize, but as soon as his wide eyes met mobys half-lidded ones, he couldn't find the words to speak.
Moby reached a finger out to caress Tim's chin and bring it close to his.
"May I?" He beeped softly and Tim offered a silent yes by connecting their lips. fleshy lips met metallic ones as mobys engine pumped faster and faster.
Moby messily shifted over, swinging a leg over Tim until he was straddling him. At the same time, Moby began trailing kisses and bites down Tim's jawline.
Tim gasped as Moby sucked on a rather sensitive patch of his neck. They began to grind against each other, kissing traded for moans.
After a few moments of this Moby roughly grabbed Tim's hips and forced them against the bed leaving Tim begging for more.
"P-please" he cried trying to wiggle out of mobys hold
"Tell me what you want baby" Moby beeped in a husky metallic voice.
Tim looked directly into mobys eyes a whispered "fuck me"
Moby stirred into action immediately, opening a compartment in his stomach and pulling out a large phallic object and attaching it to his crotch area. It immediately perked up, the tip slightly leaking oil that matched Tim's now-exposed dick which was leaking pre-cum. Moby also grabbed a small bottle of lube and closed the compartment.
As Moby looked down at Tim he felt his metal dick twitch. Tim was splayed out on the mattress, dark hickeys all across his neck and chest. His wide, dark eyes gave him an almost innocent demeanor, despite the nasty position they were in.
He moaned as Moby pressed a lubed finger into Tim's tight hole. He moaned more as Moby slowly began to pump his finger and even more when Moby added a second finger, then slowly a third.
Tim's back suddenly arched as mobys fingers brushed his prostate.
"F-fuck~" tim cried out, most likely waking those in other rooms.
"Shh darling, don't say such vulgar things~" Moby beeped softly as he pulled out and aligned his dick with tims hole. "Ready?"
Tim nodded, desperately trying press into Moby.
Slowly, Moby pushed into Tim, both panting at the pleasure (and for Tim pain ig lol) that overwhelmed their body's. After giving Tim a bit to adjust, Moby began pumping in and out causeing the man under him to let out moans and mewls and GOD were his sounds intoxicating.
Between Tim begging Moby to go faster and the occasional wiggle of his hips, Moby was on the verge of losing his mind.
"M-Moby~ m'cumming!" Tim shouted, reaching a dainty hand In between his legs to help assist reaching his high.
With 1 more hard thrust, Mobys metal dick began releasing spurts of oil into Tim who was still riding out his orgasm.
The moaned in unison and collapsed upon the mattress
"We should probably clean up" Tim muttered with a yawn, full aware that his ass was too sore to do much.
So they did before they drifted peacefully off, saving awkward conversations for another day.

Chapter 2: Bad News

Summary:

Bad News :(

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Hello beloved readers.

This is the father of the author of this fic. The author, my son, has just passed away in a tragic accident. Writing was his pride and joy and he would often gush about the impact his readers (you all) had on him, so I’d like to thank you for making his life (while it lasted) a little brighter.

I’m sure you are wondering about the details of his departure, and as he always valued clarity and truth, I will share them with you. On January 3rd, 2024, his car crashed into a volcano filled with sharks and clones of Ryan Reynolds’s character in Detective Pikachu. By 6:09 pm his body was found burnt to a crisp and slightly chewed on. He died doing what he loved (writing smut) so I will share a snippet of his last work here.

Mr. Clean smirked devilishly as Y/N trembled, “You’ve been naughty, kitten”

“B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but… daddy, I didn't mean to make a mess! I-i-i swear” Y/N Murmured as they backed up slowly. Mr. Clean reached up Y/N’s skirt and pulled out a square white object.

“Don’t worry kitten, with Mr. Clean's magic eraser, I won't even need to punish you!”

Thank you so much for reading this testament to my son and your beloved author.