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This night had been particularly quiet, not that it isn’t welcome (especially in this line of work) but still, something felt eerie about it. In all the years you’ve been bounty hunting, there's never been a time you've felt this on edge.

Warm light from nearby buildings spilled out onto the streets deepening the nearby shadows that much more. This whole goddamn town was drenched in twisting shadows that made your hair stand on end. Paired with dense fog that hung low to the ground you could never have a full understanding of your surroundings and it scared the hell out of you.

This guy isn't even all that tough so what was there to be worried about? You pull out a piece of paper and unfold it, scanning the information once more. His bounty was only posted recently and from his pretty face you could tell this was gonna be an easy paycheck. Would have been easier if you hadn't had to chase him all the way to this sleezy town, you could practically smell aphrodisiac in the air with every breath you took. If you knew you'd chase him to a shit show like this you would have brought a change of clothes to the banquet. Regardless, you're stuck in these tight leather pants and ridiculous cowboy-esque get-up the family provided you, saying something about how it was “fitting given your profession” or some bullshit. After sliding the bounty back into your pocket and sighing into the cold stuffy air, you loose your gun free from its holster.

“What's a pretty boy like him got a bounty for anyway”
You mutter to yourself as you snap your six shooter to the side to let the chamber spin free. You began to slip bullets out of your bandolier when you heard a crunch behind you.

An unnerving chuckle sounded out in the darkness.
“Pretty boy huh? Now ain't that quant”

The honeyed drawl filled the air, shattering the unnerving silence you’d grown used to. Quickly you turned around to face the unknown pursuer but before you could catch a good glimpse of their face yours was in the dirt.

Body pressed firmly into the ground all you could manage was unsuccessfully trying to wrench yourself free. Their legs sat on either side of your torso and fuck they were heavy just what was this guy made out of? Worst of all this stupid cowboy hat the family paraded you around in slid off and blocked your vision completely. However you didn't need to see anything to feel the barrel of a gun pressed up against the back of your head.

“Just my.. luck” you managed to groan.

Another laugh that makes the air taste sickening sweet poured out of this pursuer.

“Depending on who you are and what you want from me, maybe it's mine”

The gun cocks back and somehow they pin you down with their hips even further. An involuntary grunt slips out of you as you move to try to point at something down in your bag. For just a moment he lifts up to grab your bag, not knowing if you’ll get another chance like this you whip around and push your gun to his throat. At that same moment you realize who “he” is, long black and white hair spills down onto your chest and an uncommonly pretty face is just inches from yours. Your eyes wander down to where his exposed robot torso meets his hips that are now firmly straddling your own. In any other situation you'd be thrilled but noticing the row of bullets on his belts you snap out of a very unhelpful daydream and face the threat in front of you.

“Well well ain't that a sweet little trick”

An unnaturally long smile creeps across his face revealing razor sharp teeth hidden beneath his lips. His eyes break away from yours and trail down to the piece of paper sticking out of your pocket. Before you can react he snatches it away, Unfolding it and scanning the paper with a wild gleam in his eye.

“A bounty hunter just like little old me what a coincidence”

His breath or whatever he has puffs out with each word, filling your nose with the smell of exhaust, cigar smoke, and something sweet that smells like what they serve in the bars around here. Whatever it is it makes your head spin and sends a hot flash down your body. Shaking your senses back in order you adjust your posture and press the steel further into his throat.

“Tough talk for someone who's about to be full of lead” you manage to rasp out, hoping he doesn't see the fear glinting in your eyes.

“I could say the same to you partner”
His eyes flick down to the gun down at his side.

“If I were you I wouldn't be so confident you could pull the trigger before I could pull mine, considering what got you here”

He says pressing his hips further into yours, reminding you of all the time it didn't take him to get your face in the dirt. Your eyes dart around, a bead of sweat dripping down your forehead as the urgency of the situation sets in. For a moment your eyes catch on something just within your reach, quickly moving back to meet his, hoping he didn't notice. Before you looked away you could see your bag spilled over, personal belongings strewn about in the struggle. Only one object you cant make out is actually in arms reach but something was better than nothing. Refocusing your thoughts on Boothill, much to your surprise, he's still grinning ear to ear seemingly none the wiser.

“Fine you win so what is it you want, anything it's yours just say the word its yours”
For a moment he looks puzzled and you take the opportunity to strike. Scrapping along the side of his metal thigh your hand burst’s forth and grabs that mystery object, smashing into the side of his face. Reeling back for a moment as yellow gas and liquid escapes the now shattered bottle, the realization of what you grabbed hits you much too late.

“Now what the fudge was that for?” He growls down at you. That anger dissipates when he sees the way your face and ears are now flushed, your face a frustrated mess. Chest heaving as your breath runs hot you focus your eyes on the ground scrambling to find some way out of this. Just as you start to rise to your feet a boot is pressed firmly to your chest, eyes staring at your hungrily.

“I'm gonna wager a guess and say that's not what your were looking for”

He presses you down onto your back under his heel and leans down, lips nearly pressed against your ear.

“Or was it exactly what you were looking for?”

That husky laugh slithers down your spine and melts into your body making you redden further. Now that he's this close you can smell the faint scent of whiskey and spiced vanilla on him making your head spin. Every fiber of your being tries to usher you back to your senses “you’re on official business it is absolutely not the time to be going rogue and hooking up with your bounty of all people” you think, desperately trying to attach your focus to anything but the hickory sweet scent of the newly ravenous man before you. Right as you feel you might escape this frothy daze his hand slips into your shirt and traces down your collar bone, sending shudders down your spine. Another cold metal hand enters the fray, sliding its way down the arch of your back.

“Such fancy garb for a shoddy place like this, maybe you really were looking to get some action”

Steading yourself to explain how its all the families doing he presses his lips to your neck, sharp teeth grazing the tender surface. His hot breath on your neck has you squirming beneath him, overwhelmed by the events unfolding before you. Your entire body feels hot and with every move he makes, you feel yourself melting into that pleasure. The only thing you haven't noticed is any sort of change in his demeanor despite the gas and the drunken notes playing on his breath. Wrangling your mind enough to speak through gasping puffs of air “how come its not affecting you in the slightest? You’re dripping in this shit inside…. and out”

Feeling him smile against your skin he slowly traces his hand up your neck and turns your face to his.

“Curious about my insides huh? How forward of you.”

He said with a robotic sounding purr.

“ Fortunately for me this stuff has no effect on my kind, so I get to watch you squirm under me with full lucidity”

The way his eyes gleamed you could tell he was reveling in this, it seemed wrapped around his finger is where he preferred people. Using his hand to push your head to the side he layed your neck bare. Honeyed light from a nearby window danced on the exposed skin making it look almost ripe. The allure must have been too much for him to bear, mere moments later his teeth were buried in your neck. Shocked from the sensation a yelp tail ended by a whimper slipped from your lips. Boothill’s hand was quickly around your mouth preventing anymore unsavory sounds from escaping.

“I would really hate anyone interrupting our… private.. fun, I want you all… to myself”

The unfortunate realization that you also wanted that hit you and embarrassment quickly rushed in. Despite your embarrassment, you nodded slightly and occupied your eyes with something not in his direction. His teeth withdrew from your flesh and a warm slippery tongue took its place exploring the surrounding area. Your hips bucked and ground against the dirt, leather squeaking, begging for something more. Boothill swung his leg over and settled it between your legs straddling your thigh. His tongue explored the much too sensitive skin of your neck for what felt like an eternity before he pulled away breathing hard, blood and spit running down his chin.

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Sunday often asked to see you in private at these kinds of events, but usually he’d at least wait until they were over. He motioned for you to follow him just before he slipped into his office. It always pissed you off the way he did that, made a command and didn't stick around to hear any objections. Coughing up some lousy excuse to pardon yourself from the table you followed suit, making sure you weren't seen.

“Make this quick Sunday, I need to head back soon. We don't want anyone getting suspicious now do we?”

He was sat up on his desk wearing his usual for these fancy dinner parties, a finely tailored white suit that held him in firm at the waist with purple embellishments speckling the garment. His previously sparkling eyes now dull contained by these four walls met your own.

“Unfortunately you won't be making it back to the party tonight we have an urgent situation to deal with”

Anger and twinges of annoyance hung on every syllable, its rare to ever see him this worked up over something. Pushing himself off his desk he made his way over to you, stopping to admire his choice of your wardrobe. His eyes lingered but sharpened with a swift inhale, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper holding it up for you to see.

“We got word that this man was headed towards the banquet not long ago, he could be here any minute so I urge you to locate him immediately.”

Breaking your gaze away from Sunday, you briefly glazed over the paper and snatched it right out of his hand. Bag thudding on the floor you grabbed your bandolier and slung it across your chest adjusting the straps with your teeth.

“Listen I know but your really the only one we can trust to carry this out”

You slid bullets into the empty slots, glaring at Sunday from under your brows.

“Whatever your say Mr. Sunday”

Throwing your bag over your shoulder you turned on your heel and began to walk away, not before catching a satisfied grin plastered on Sunday's face. You only just managed to slide the final bullet into your bandolier before shutting the door behind you.

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Suddenly you snap back to reality, your face hot as you quickly realize where this is going, that you're really doing this with him.

You take a brief moment to finally catch your breath before he swoops back in, placing his hands on either side of your face. He craned your face upwards and pressed your face into his, sucking the air out of your lungs.

His lips are nothing like what you expected, they were soft and almost warm like there was something heating them from the inside. Unlike your earlier encounter with his mouth, those sharp gnashing teeth were completely absent, almost like he was trying to leave them out on purpose.

Normally you’d say that you’re a pretty good kisser but this was sloppy, desperately trying to have more and more of him each second.

His left hand slid down your neck and slithered beneath your shirt letting your bare skin taste the cold metal. Your back reflexively arched and you felt him smile against your lips. He traced those freezing fingers down your spine stopping at every groove along the way.

Your back had the least of your attention however as a soft tongue slipped through your lips, desperately trying to have more of you. All you could think about was the way his tongue slipped in and out of your mouth never fully giving you what you so desperately wanted.

Gasping you pulled away leaving his mouth just inches away, spit still strung out in the space between.

The air between you was thick with anticipation as you huffed, sweat dripping down your skin. Your eyes shot wide open as the thought finally crossed your mind.

“I'm not quite sure what do next….how anything more uh…mutual… is possible”

Your face burned, not quite knowing how robots even do stuff like this. Did you miss a day in health class? Is this common knowledge you just failed to pick up?

“Don't trouble yourself with the logistics, don’t worry about me darlin”

He swung his leg over your thigh, sitting between your legs. In a single swift motion he slid you onto his lap, pushing you up against the solid mass that now pulsed between you.

You didn't need to see it to know full well what was throbbing against your stomach, Boothills shit eating grin fully confirmed your suspicion. Swallowing down your reservations you reached down to unfasten his belt. A solid metal hand met the advance, stopping it entirely.

“Well that would be much too easy now wouldn't it”

Something swirled in his eyes that sent sweat cascading down your brow. His grip loosened on your arm and moved up to caress your lips.

“If you really want it, you’ll undo it with your teeth. If you don't really want it that badly, I spose we can call it quits here”

The cocky expression and devilish grin he now wore were all you needed to know, he was dead serious.

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Any other day you told yourself, any other day you wouldn't have done this but aeons you were desperate. Your hands rested on his steel thighs and your teeth were locked down on the leather of his belt. Honestly you thought this was going to be a lot easier, if only your expertise had been in mouth motor skills rather than in literally everything else but.

His hands curved up the arc of your back, meeting your ass where it held firm in the sky. Another hand was making its way down your stomach feeling around for something to rouse in the dark. Unfortunately for you he found what he was looking for, teeth releasing as you groaned against the now slippery leather.

Shuddering you bit back down desperate now more than ever to get this belt off him. Slowly he ran his fingers across the most sensitive parts occupying your lower half, metal squeaking against the freshly oiled leather of your pants. His hand worked meticulously to find where you gasped the hardest under his touch, which combination of motions made the arch in your back dip lower.

Finally you pulled the belt out from under the right half of the buckle and began to pull the freed portion to the left. At this point your jaw ached, sore from the exertion, you could feel the muscles start to cave under the pressure. Not to mention the library of knowledge Boothill had obtained regarding your body in the time its taken you, at this point he was a well oiled machine created to make you squirm and gasp under his touch.

Your hips ground against his touch with a mind of their own, desperate for more. You could feel sticky hot liquid dripping down your body, pooling in your tight pants.

At last you unclasped the belt and pried the buckle off with your teeth. You leaned back and threw your head up, gasping in as much air as your lungs allowed. Chest heaving and mouth drenched, you glared at him in anticipation.

“Well I’ll be, you actually did it”

He reached down and grabbed the belt sliding it off the rest of the way, tossing it off to the side with a dull thump. Boothill reached into his breast pocket, grabbing something he now held out before you.

“I think all your hard work deserves a proper reward”

Before you he held out a small bottle with blue shimmering liquid inside. Quickly he unscrewed the cap and slid all of the liquid down his own throat before tossing the bottle away. With a swift push your back was on the ground and he was hovering above your face. Boothill leaned down kissing you softly, allowing the liquid to fall down past your lips.

“A sweet little thing I picked up on my way out of golden hour, supposedly it can form a physical connection between people. Figured this way you know exactly what I'm feeling and the same goes for you”

Warm liquid filled your mouth and slid down your throat. Still feeling that warmth as it made its way down into your stomach.

“Figured if you were so curious I’d just have to let you see for yourself”

There was no effect until you placed a hand on his chest, feeling the energy that flowed underneath. You couldn't completely feel the sensations as if they were your own but you at least had the knowledge, would make things less… weird.. at the very least.

Boothill sat up on his knees and opened his mouth allowing something to slip out and fall into his hand. He gripped the package and ripped it open using his teeth. It wasn't something you fully recognized but you got the gist at least. Sitting up you placed your hands on his waist taking time to slowly caress the metal. You could feel the way the energy surged around your touch, feeling it move away somewhere deeper within him like stoking a flame. Patiently you stroked his body adding fuel to that fire burning deep within his core. Finally you slid your hands down his body and slowly began to unbutton his pants.

“I was starting to wonder how long you we’re gonna keep me in suspense”

His tone was nonchalant but you could feel the way he impatiently burned in anticipation. Sliding the zipper down revealed what you only felt between you earlier. Now in the open air the mechanism unfolded before you. Extending and whirring, metal plates shifting to form the full length.

Pulsing as it glinted in the honey light, exuding a heat of its own. Gently he placed the rubber on the tip, using two fingers to slide it all the way down to the base. The silicone was thicker than anything you’d seen before, most likely to prevent any metal from tearing up your insides.

He pushed you down with one hand and quickly began unbuttoning your pants, sliding them off with ease. Agitation burned in his gaze, increasingly so with each second that passed trying to strip you down. Toying with him seems to have left a mark.

Throwing your legs up over his hips he steadied his hands on your waist ready to plunge into you only pausing to see your expression. His grip softened as he lifted his fingers away from your waist, and settled them down on your lips. Pressing down slowly he slipped those fingers down into your mouth running lazy circles around the interior.

“Clearly someone has forgotten their place in all this, seems I need to teach them a lesson”

Fingers tearing back out of your mouth you gasped choking down thick air. Before you could recuperate those cold slimy fingers were already pressed against your entrance and sliding their way in. Hand flying to your mouth you desperately tried to cover up the moan that erupted from of you from the sudden advance. His fingers showed no mercy working your insides churning them like butter.

Grinding your hips against his fingers you moaned biting down on your sleeve to try and suppress them. Hot air burned against your face, dense with the aphrodisiac that still clung to your breath. With every thrust you felt that well of tension build up inside you, sending lightening up your spine. Those metal fingers pumped in and out of you, desperately searching for your most tender pieces of flesh. His fingers slowed down and he lowered the pace, pressing that sensitive flesh down beneath his fingers. Your hips bucked wildly as he slowly rocked his fingers back and forth over the area picking up the pace now that he’d found his mark.

Desperately you tried to press his fingers further into you, hungry to drown in that pleasure. Your face was hot as you moaned, feeling that tension brimming inside you, nearly about to burst. Whining as you slowly reached a hand out to boothill, settling on his arm, gripping the fabric of his sleeve tightly. Hard and hot metallic fingers showed no mercy, sending incandescent pleasure crashing through you. Desperately you tried to form words but waves of pleasure drowned out anything comprehensible leaving you a hot sputtering mess. Back arching as you moaned, nearly about to finish when slimy fingers quickly slid out of you.

“And let you have all the fun? I don't think so”

That sultry voice of whiskey and ash slithered down your spine and burned hot in your lower half. You looked up at him through lowered brows, anger and embarrassment boiling within you. All he gave was a laugh in return.

You hooked your legs around his hips desperately trying to push that throbbing metal into you. Boothill took the length in his hand and circled your entrance slowly nudging his way in.

As he slid it in, and in you thought he may never stop until he finally rested you firmly against his hips. He leaned in, placing his hands on the ground on either side of your head. He pressed ravenous kisses to your neck as he meticulously slipped in and out of you, savoring every inch of the soft and sticky flesh that encased him.

Instantly you could feel the way all the energy in his body surged and concentrated into that metal that was burrowed into your hips, pulsing wildly.

You focused your eyes enough to look at Boothill's face, which was now hot and wet, steam rolling off his body as his desperation built. His eyes were locked on you, hungry like you'd never seen before.

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Grinding your hips begging for more he quickened his pace thrusting the full length out to the tip and plunging back in.

You felt the electricity pulsing within him, the pleasure that now rampantly flowed through him. Metallic rasping fell from his mouth as he pounded into you disregarding any ounce of resignation he had left. His target shaped eyes locked onto yours wild and ravenous, pressing his lips to your neck he sunk his teeth in, exhaling sticky hot air into the skin. Relentless he slammed into you sending pleasure shattering down your spine.

You ran your hands through his hair desperate for anything to hold onto as he continued to plummet you into mind breaking pleasure. The way he trashed made you feel like you were on one of those bucking bronco rides in the saloons. He was wild and untamed, all you could do was hold on tight and pray you could last til the end.

Your breath ran hot as you moaned into his shoulder seeing metal gain a film of moisture. You could feel that well of pressure building, hips bucking against the feeling. Running your hands down his torso you desperately tried to push him even further into you, desperate for more. Boothill licked up your neck and met your lips hungry for the taste of you. His hips bucked wildly into you, cock pulsing against your walls.

Right as you felt that damn inside reach its breaking point Boothill stopped completely, panting above you. He leaned down and pushed his face into your neck slowly pressing wet kisses to it.

“Not quite yet.... I want to savor you fully” He rasped out, metallic voice reverberating off your skin.

His hands raked through your hair as he made his way across your neck, leaving purple marks in his wake. Your hands sprawled across his back, rocking his body into yours desperate for any movement.

He slowly began to grind his hips into yours again, agonizingly slow. You could feel each movement with excruciating clarity, the way he slid in and out lazily. His focus remaining solely on adorning your flesh with his teeth.

His mouth slid up to meet yours and you felt as that hot breath filled your lungs. When his hot slippery tongue met yours you could taste the iron twang of blood.

He kissed you for what felt like an eternity, slowly rocking your body with his, thrusting in and out.

“Boothill.. p-please-“
You managed to rasp out through your desperate haze. Biting your lip he slowly pulled away, locking eyes with you.

“If you insist”
His voice was hoarse and musty like every word was painfully distracting from his current goal. You watched as an almost evil smile crept across his face, as that hot pulsing inside you turned into wild vibrating.

Gasping as your insides lit up with electric stimulation you gripped your hand in his hair, using it as reigns. Snarling into your ear he slammed down to the hilt filling you to the brim with his wildly vibrating cock.

Small, quick thrusts slammed in, eliciting wild erotic groans from both of you. His honey breath filled your lungs, melting your mind after wave, after wave of pleasure wracked your body. Boothill grasped at the ground below you two, desperate for any more leverage to grind into you harder.

That connection between you burned red hot as you felt the energy within him surge widely. You felt as that untamed energy concentrated in that vibrating metal inside you.

Wildly your hips thrashed as you began to reach your end once more, whimpering into Boothill's mouth. He slid your tongue into his, letting spit spill down onto your chest. Your back arched as his hips slammed into yours for a final time, fully sheathing himself inside of you.

Sparks shot through you as you reached your climax, locking your limbs around boothill as you released hot liquid against him. Whining against his shoulder you let the pleasure slowly ache through your body. Boothill, still thrusting into you, reached his own climax moaning against your neck as hot liquid pumped into you. Wildly biting and licking up and down your neck as his body pulsed, liquid pouring out of him.

Pulling out he tore the condom off, letting hot ropes of oil shoot out onto your stomach. Your neck was slick with the hot air he breathed into it, letting the full breadth of his orgasm unfold. Sitting there you both huffed, body’s shaking with pleasure and exhaustion.

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He kissed you softly before sitting up, propping himself on his knees.

Looking down at your stomach he grumbled

“Fudge, looks like I got a but carried away”

He said before reaching into your pocket and grabbing the bounty poster. The paper crinkled as it swept across your body, soaking up most of the oil. He folded it up, placing it back in your pocket.

“I assume that will tell whoever your with all they need to know”

That unnaturally long grin spread across his face once more, thoroughly amused with the current events.

Your face flushed with scarlet red as the realization hit you, how were you ever going to explain this to Sunday?

Boothill began to reclasp his belt and fix up any clothes that got rustled in the commotion. He leaned in close to your face, nearly touching it.

“Oh and I'll be taking this back now”

His lips met yours and you felt as that hot liquid left your stomach and pooled into your mouth, transferring into his.

“Maybe if you're lucky, you can have it back some other time”

Laughing he stood up and began to leave but was stopped by a hand suddenly grabbing his arm.

“You're leaving.. already?”

You managed to mumble out awkwardly, words slurring from the aphrodisiacs haze.

You looked up at him, face red hot, a mixture of dazed frustration and embarrassment. Those robotic eyes met yours and for a second you could see something like remorse flickering within them.

In that moment you realized you didn't really know anything about the galaxy rangers past, what kind of things he may have been through. Whatever it was it led him to be totally fine with taking you ravenously in an alleyway so you could really only imagine.

What you did know about him though was the way he hid those razor sharp teeth when he kissed, making them soft and sultry. More than anything you realized you were curious to know more, desperate for another taste of that electrifying sweetness.

Boothill leaned down close locking eyes with you.

“Leaving? It's not truly goodbye when I’m sure I'll see you again soon”

Softly he kissed you one final time before pulling back to look in the eye once more.

“Besides” he said tapping on your breast pocket “you need to capture me don't you?”

The paper crinkled in your pocket in response, reminding you of what got you here in the first place.

In what felt like a blink he was already halfway down the alley way fading into the darkness.

“Oh and don't forget to check your gun”

You watched as he faded into the honeyed smoke that swirled around the town, leaving you alone hot and breathless. That rusted voice of whiskey and ash melting into your ears one final time. With him gone the shadows of this town deepened once more and that flushed haze abated, allowing your senses to kick back in.

Only then did you notice you were still mostly naked, pants basically torn off and blouse half buttoned down, hanging off your shoulder. You quickly got half dressed before reaching into your bag to discover your bandolier empty of all the bullets you’d put in it. Scrambling, you finally found your gun, slinging open the chamber as quickly as you could.

Empty, all for one single 9 millimeter bullet. Sliding it out you could see it more clearly noticing an engraving on the side. You moved under the window, letting that honey light spill over the bullet so you could read the engraving. A single word was written on the side.

“Boothill”

You slumped down holding the bullet in front of you, watching those hot breaths turn into cold mist in the night air.

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The lights in this shop flickered on and off, leaving the medium sized room barely illuminated. This place always had a sort of musty feel to it and you always wished Sunday would send you somewhere nicer. You traced a glove finger along a shelf lined with boxes of ammo, dust pooling at the tip.

“Looking for something in particular?”

An older man said from the far end of the shop.

“Yeah, looking to get my hands on some charmony bullets”

The man straightened at the words and cleared his throat.

“Ah- I see, and whose tab might that be on?”

What did Sunday want you to say again? He's always changing the secret code, It's honestly starting to get on your nerves.

“It's on the uhh… oak trees tab- the big oak tree I mean”

From under the hood of his cloak you could see the expression of disdain he wore, and how it came with recognition.

This place wasn't too far away from penacony, easy to get to by flying. Planets like these were prime grounds for the family to do seedy business and this shady gun shop was no exception.

The shop owner looked at you like you were a gem in a pile of rocks, in complete and utter contrast to your surroundings. You didn't blame him, your uniform made you stand out like a sore thumb, especially in a place so devoid of color. It also didn't help that these days the family had you flamboyantly clad in a somehow even more extra bounty hunter outfit.

The white and purple cowboy hat with the charmony dove feathers sticking out of it, the even more ridiculous leather jacket with the purple frills that rustled any time you moved. Somehow Sunday managed to get you even tighter white leather pants that flared out at the bottom. Oh and you couldn't forget the custom leather boots with the purple cross designs if only because how much they hurt your feet to wear.

Worst of all the entire get up had this iridescent shimmer to it that just screamed “family’s shiny toy” as far as you were concerned.

You still remember Sunday's face when he first saw you in it, it was like he slid the final puzzle piece into place. Honestly it made you shudder how much he liked to dress you up to mirror him. Your only guess as to why was to make it clear that as dangerous as you are, you’re his to use however he wishes. That and how he has a particular fancy towards order, doesn't surprise you he wants everything to be neat and in his image.

“Something bothering you bounty hunter?”

You snapped back your focus to the shopkeeper and placed your hand back at your side.

“Sorry, it's nothing… just lost in thought is all''

“I see, well if theres nothing else I got those charmonies’ all ready for you”

The clicking of your boots echoed through the store as you made your way to the counter. Quickly you slid the box of bullets into your bag and met the man's gaze once again.

“Just the one?” You said slightly confused, normally Sunday gave you assignments in bulk.

“Yup, a pretty large one too, the old oak trees got his roots in a tangle over this one”

He said with a gravely chuckle before turning away to sort through some stock behind the counter. As you made your way towards the door you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, what would Sunday be so nervous about? The last time Sunday was thrown into a tizzy was months ago now when that galaxy ranger was involved. It couldn't be right? After that night you haven't heard anything about the mysterious cowboy, as far as the family was concerned he’d dropped off the map but now…..

“Oh and tell sunday that if he wants to send his dogs to my shop again, send one less… flashy”

You bit your tongue and nodded just before slamming the door behind you. Once you were a few steps away from the shop you took the box out of your trusty leather bag. Upon a quick glance you noticed the packaging was slightly different than you had come to expect.

“Charmony bullets” was spelled out on the front in red ink, which you remember sunday telling you meant the job was real serious.

You bit your lip and returned the box to its resting place and quickly boarded your air craft. You placed that iridescent cowboy hat on a hook near the door before descending further into the chamber.

The newly familiar sight of your cabin came into view, Sunday had only recently deemed it necessary for you to have your own private aircraft and honestly it was the best thing to happen to you in a while. Up until now he would just have you use whatever the family had laying around which often times were not the most reliable.

The gesture was honestly shocking given your major blunder not too long ago. Sunday never reprimanded you for it outright but something about the way he looked at you said he knew everything. Maybe it was the way your face was still hot and flushed when you reported back to him. Or it could have been the way your hair was tousled and your skin looked kissed by honey.

Most likely it was the fact your reaked of whiskey, ash, and motor oil.

Why he didn't chew you out was beyond you, he had every right and yet he refrained.

Most of the time you could get a pretty good read on Sunday but in that moment his expression was inscrutable.

You shook off the distant memories and sunk into the pilot chair, grabbing the box out again and reading the contents within. Upon lifting the lid you were met with a finely penned piece of paper that read,

“URGENT MISSION NOTICE,
I’ve gotten wind of an attack planned on an IPC aircraft, while the family makes no effort to protect the IPC, it would be beneficial for the family to be seen as the savior in such a situation. In order to place the family in a position of superiority over the IPC, a select few independent agents under the family will be dispatched to carry out this mission. Your mission is to board the aircraft and subdue the perpetrator before irrevocable damage can be done. The identity of this individual is currently unknown, discretion is advised due to the nature of their combat abilities being a mystery as well. Upon finishing your mission, fire a single charmony bullet to alert us of its completion. On behalf of the family, thankyou for your continued service.”

The details of the letter clanged within you, first of all a few independent agents? So you would be working with others? Sunday never sent you on group missions and all your training had been in solo scenarios. Second of all the identity of this person was unknown so how are you supposed to prepare for an unidentified threat? The vagueness of the letter was incredibly confusing, all you could do was set it aside and continue to go through the box.

Inside it you found two things, first was a coordinates chip, which you slid into the main console before engaging autopilot. Second was the aforementioned charmony bullet, which you slid into your bandolier.

As you watched the stars glide past your window a certain part of the letter ceased to leave your mind. You couldn't help but notice the word “perpetrator” which meant the target was a single person rather than a group. Lost in thought you fidgeted with the necklace you hit underneath your blouse, a simple chain attached to a single bullet.

Under usual circumstances you wouldn't have batted an eye but for some reason there was this feeling you just couldn't shake.

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IPC soldier’s waved in your ship with light batons, ushering you into the loading dock. The blimp was absolutely massive, large enough that you could board with your spacecraft directly. IPC soldiers were scrambling around the dock constantly moving from one job to the next. Sunday didn't mention what kind of event was going on but it must be huge to warrant this much hustle.

A dull thud filled the room as your ship hit the metal floor of the loading dock. You grabbed the box of charmony bullets off the main console and pushed yourself to your feet. Adorned boots clacked on the ground as you made your way to the door, affixing the flamboyant cowboy hat to your head as you watched it hiss open. An ipc soldier greeted you and guided you through the bustling foot traffic.

You winded your way through dozens of soldiers, each frantic to carry out their work. Finally after being jostled around in the crowd you arrived at a door.

“Boss said to bring all you flashy lot here, should be waiting inside for you”

The guard swung open the door to reveal a vast room with a desk at the far end. There were a handful of people in the room, most likely less than a dozen from what you were able to gather.

You stepped into the room and took in the figures that occupied it. Many wore similar clothes to you, some with far less intricate designs that seemed to reflect a different master than your own. You weren't too familiar with the other family heads which you now began to regret, hoping the info could give you insight on who exactly these people worked under.

“Finally the last of you have arrived”

An ipc guard said from behind the desk.

“Now we can finally begin”

A few murmurs from the rest of the bounty hunters were exchanged before everyone stood, eyes focused on the guard.

“Unfortunately, due to the potential danger of this mission, Mr. Sunday could not make an appearance on this aircraft. He did however leave us with a note to read out to you all upon arrival.”

The guard reached into his pocket and grabbed the note, unfolding it as he cleared his throat.

“To the family’s loyal hunters, I thank you all for gathering here today to carry out this important mission. I trust that you all have taken the proper precautions and preparations leading up to this point. As I’m sure you are all aware there will almost assuredly be an attack on the aircraft you all currently reside on. We have intel that suggests that they are already aboard the ship. We don't know when they will begin their attack or how they will carry it out. Your jobs are to spread out evenly among the ship, I’ve supplied walkie talkies so that you may alert your fellow hunters in case of an emergency. Once you locate the threat your goal is to subdue them and take them into custody. If you are unable to apprehend them, the second most goal is to reduce the damage the individual is able to cause. I have the utmost faith in you all to carry out this mission successfully. Thankyou for your continued loyalty to the family, signed Sunday”

Another IPC guard placed a briefcase on the table, unhooking the latches so it popped open revealing two rows of walkie talkies. On the lid there was a map of the blimp with numbers dotted evenly across it.

You realized each number corresponded with a different walkie talkie and depending on which one you took, that's where you would be stationed. The other hunters quickly snatched up the walkies and filed out of the room. It was rare to ever encounter another bounty hunters, let alone this many of them. From any exchange you had with them, you gathered that they weren't very friendly.

You picked walkie number 7, which put you at the end of a hall right next to a broom closet. You figured this way you wouldnt have to deal with too much of the action, if these other hunters were really in the league they claimed, might as well leave this mostly up to them.

Sauntering out of the room walkie in hand you made your way through the ship, ready to take your post.

The halls of this blimp were masterfully decorated with beautiful sconces adorned in gold. You passed dozens of them as you made your way to your post. You passed by many rooms on your way, each similarly decked out in luxury.

Only one room stood out to you in particular though, it was clearly used for gambling, black jack tables were peppered around the spacious room. There were many spots around for lounging, drinking, and playing pool. At the epicenter was a chandelier which filled the conversation pit below with light. However the most curious thing about this room was not anything that was in it but who. Sat in one of the lounge areas was a man who oozed confidence, he sat with his legs crossed and his arms up on the back of the couch. His outfit was surely designed with a peacock in mind and the entire thing screamed this guy was a rich blond haired floozy.

Beside him was a real gem of a woman, looked so damn rich you wouldn’t be surprised if she owned the very blimp you stood on. She wore a floppy hat that sat on top of pink hair, and a blazer that cut down the middle, revealing a bralette underneath. The way she looked at the blonde she was obviously in position over him, but why were they here?

Clearly these two were in the toppest of top of the IPC… maybe these were even those cornerstone holders you heard about.

Right as your mind began to drift the room came to an end and they faded from your sight. Still as you made your way through the halls you couldn’t stop thinking about those two and what they may be doing here, or if they are what this mystery assailant was after.

The hall came to an abrupt stop and you realized you had finally made it to the spot.

You pressed your back up against that wall and surveyed your surroundings, a window to your left and the broom closet over to your right. You tipped your hat down and folded your arms over one another, ready to wait here for a while.

And for a while you did wait, right up until you heard something fall over in the broom closet. Immediately you put your hand on top of your holster, ready to pull it out at any moment. After a few beats of nothing happening you swallowed your fear and pushed the door open, revealing a small, very dark room.

You swallowed,

”is anyone in here?”

Almost in response two lights in the dark swelled, seemingly focused on you. You could almost make out the shape of them, from this distance they almost looked like targets. You took another step into closet right as the door slammed behind you. You spun around reaching around in the dark for the handle when suddenly your face was pressed against the wood, the weight of someone behind you pushing you into it.

You could almost feel their eyes scan you in the dark right as a finger lifted up to caress your cheek. Suddenly the air of this dark stuffy closet was heavy with the scent of whiskey and ash and the realization hit you.

”I was wondering when I was gonna see your pretty mug again”

That familiar robotic voice said, the sound slithering down your back.

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How could he of all people be here? What were the chances of this happening? You were completely stunned by the events unfolding. Honestly you didn’t really think you would ever encounter the space cowboy again let alone be pushed up against a wall by him. Part of you was happy to see him again, since your last encounter you found yourself yearning to see him once more.

Memories of that night flooded into your head as he pressed his body against yours, the spit on your neck, the way the air was thick and sweet like honey. The sensations and images heated your face and pooled in your core.

Then you remembered why you were here, the urgent mission and the assailant that you lot were supposed to be thwarting.

”You shouldn’t be here” you managed to huff out.

That finger began to trail down your neck.

”why neither should you… don’t you have a bad guy to be hunting down out there?”

He grabbed your chin and turned your face to his.

”but here you are, pushed up against a door by silly old me”

Before you could reply he pushed his lips to yours, taking them in a hot and sloppy embrace. A shock ran down your body as his mouth enveloped your own, breathing raw breath into it. Only did he pull away when you were gasping for air, taking his hand off your face.

You knew you were supossed to apprehend him but fuck did you want him here and now. Maybe after you would cuff him or push him out a window or something but as of right now you couldn’t bring yourself to act.

”you know being a galaxy ranger is realllll lonely”

A metal hand slid down the arch of your back.

”hardly any action to be got, at least not until I met you”

His hand slid further down your back, dipping into your pants, trying to find their mark.

”so what do you say partner, would you mind showing this lonely cowboy a good time”

he snarled into your shoulder, breath hot on your skin.

He was being playful but you could feel his desperation and by aeons he was right, being a bounty hunter was incredibly lonely. Lonely enough that you couldn’t refuse his offer, the lonely months since your last encounter had you caving to his whims almost instantly.

Right as you were about to speak something hot spurted out of his hand, which he quickly began to circle around your entrance. It took everything in you not to yelp, knowing there were IPC guards all over this damn blimp and any one of them could walk down this hallway and find you two out. He stroked that hot liquid back and forth, running lazy circles around your entrance.

”I’m gonna go ahead and assume that’s a yes”

You nodded slightly, eagerly biting down on your lip.

He plunged a metal finger into you, pumping in and out. In the silence of the damp closet wet hot erotic noises were all you could hear, save for the distant murmurs of IPC.

A hot slimy tongue grazed your neck licking to the same beat he pumped his fingers. As he worked your inner flesh you couldn’t help but moan silently into the wall, praying no one had keen enough ears to notice your helpless noises.

Those fingers circled inside you ravenously trying to enter you deeper. Boothill was panting against your neck, making a hot slobbering mess of it. You could feel him grinding against your leg, desperate for some friction of his own. Biting down hard you could feel your blood pulsating under his teeth.

Pleasure ebbed through you with every pump, making it impossible to stand. Desperately you pushed your arms against the door, trying to keep yourself upright.

The hot symphony of thrusting and licking had you damn near your wits end, realizing if this kept up for much longer you’d reach your end.

”go ahead partner, don’t go holding back on me now”

The sound of his voice made you weak, making your face hot and it impossible to hold back much longer.

You ground against his fingers and you felt him smile against the skin of your neck. Parting your lips to moan Boothill clamped his hand over it, desperate to muffle the sound.

“Well now don’t be too rowdy now, I’m not too keen on getting found out”

His actions belied his words, he pumped his fingers into you furiously, reducing you to a sputtering mess as your climax thundered out of you. That well of tension bursted all at once and you wildly grinded against his fingers as you rode that pleasure to its end.

You panted into his hand as hot sticky liquid poured out of you, pooling in those custom leather pants.

His fingers slipped out of you and slid back out of your pants. Needing to catch your bearings you flipped around so you could lean against the door, and finally get a good look at Boothill.

His face was just as you remembered it from that day, and just as stunningly gorgeous. Just looking at him you don’t think you’d ever met a man that could even hold a candle to him. The way his features balanced on his face perfectly, and the way his soft synthetic lips parted to reveal razor sharp teeth that glistened with anticipation. Everything about him screamed dangerous in the most tantalizing way, a way that kept making you do stupid shit like this. Almost like he could hear your thoughts a wide grin spread across his face.

”Like what you see that much darling? I’m sure my bounty poster just doesn’t do it justice huh?”

Your face heated as you turned away but damn was he right. You had been looking at that bounty poster frequently since you’d last seen him and no it didn’t do him justice.

He grabbed your chin and turned your head to face him.

”Oh come on honey don’t be shy now”

He leaned in close to your ear

”A pretty thing like you ain’t got nothin’ to be shy about”

Still thoroughly flustered you turned away again

He chuckled and pulled you into him by your hips, sultry and smooth he whispered,

”well, atleast your body ain’t shy”

He chuckled before kissing the soft skin of your neck, still tender from being bit.

You could feel him hard against your stomach, the way he slowly ground into you, almost undetectable. It was then you remembered that he was just as deprived as you were, silently begging for more.

You began to trail your hands down that robotic torso, remembering the heat that ran under it from your last encounter. The way he squirmed and was sensitive to that touch. If he wanted to tease you, well you had every right to tease him back. Slowly you moved your hands down, relishing in the hot metal expanse.

You began to unbuckle his belt, slinging it off and tossing it onto the ground. Lowering yourself onto your knees you slid down his pants, revealing what could hardly be contained underneath.

Looking up at Boothill what you swore was blush crept across his face, his expression unabashedly ravenous for more.

”Well feeling a bit bold now aren’t we? Before you go doing anything you’re gonna need this”

He opened his mouth and let a small plastic package fall out into his hand. Before he could open it you took it out of his hand.

“I’ve got it this time”

As you opened the package you watched once more as the mechanism before you pulsed and whirred, so utterly full of a life of its own, despite being made of steel. Boothill watched you in hot palpable silence.

You tore open the package with your teeth, and placed the rubber contents on your lips. You grabbed the length with your hands and pushed your mouth over it, unraveling the silicon around him as you slowly pressed your mouth all the way to his hips. Boothill gasped and pressed a hand up against the door, chest heaving as he looked down at you.

“Now this may surprise you partner but.. never in my robot life has someone done….. well this to me”

He said between pants, he looked almost shy, eyes fixated on where your mouth met him.

You could feel his length grow hotter in your mouth, damn near burning your tongue if it wasn’t for this rubber. Smiling you began to move your mouth up and down, devouring him in full. Boothill could hardly keep it together; his other hand pushed off your cowboy hat and nestled in your hair, desperate to have any control in the situation he could get. his cock left your mouth with a pop, spit still strung out between. You met his eyes and smiled fiendishly.

”well there’s a first time in your robot life for everything”

Just as swiftly as you released him you plunged back in, nestling his length in the farthest reached of your throat.

His eyes flared and whirred, thoroughly excited.

To be continued

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His length whirred, pulsing in your mouth, energy surging with every stroke.

You’d never seen Boothill this much of a mess, in your last encounter he was ravenous, gnawing at you with primal urge but this was entirely different.

He could barely stand, knees wobbling like they could give out at any moment. His hand was damn near embedded in the door the way he was clawing at it to stay upright.

His face was an utter mess, flushed and panting with his hand clamped over his mouth.

Low and slow you stroked him with your tongue, reveling in his current state.

Every time you took it all the way back into your throat you felt that energy pulse within him. Boothill moaned into his hand as the muscles in your throat contracted around him. You ran your tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft before stopping at the tip flicking your tongue against it lightly.

You could feel as liquid began to ooze out the tip and pool in the the rubber, if only to signify his erratic pleasure. With each bob of your head boothill came more undone, desperate for more and more of you.

Ever so lightly you grazed your teeth against him, which to your surprise had an effect despite him being made of metal. His cock jolted inside your mouth and a sound escaped him you could only describe as gutteral.

“A-again.. ngh more”

He said meeting your gaze, desperation gleaming in his eyes.

As you pumped him down your throat you ran your bottom teeth against him, the pain mixing vibrantly with the pleasure.

Gripping his hand in your hair he began to buck his hips wildly, pushing his metal cock down your throat further.

Those wet hot erotic sounds flooded the closet making it impossible to hear your own thoughts.

“I’m- ngh-… sorry.. ha.. can’t… help it”

Boothill puffed out barely steadying himself to speak. Relentlessly he pounded into you, churning the inside of your throat over and over. Flesh constricting as he plunged his metal shaft into the deepest reaches of your throat.

Wet slopping filled the room as he rammed himself into your over and over, only broken up by his guttural moans ever desperate for more.

The blazing heat he exuded pooled in your core and you felt as hot sticky liquid oozed out of you as a silent plea for friction.

You trailed your hands up his thighs, steadying his pace, which Boothill obeyed. Slowing his hips you watch as his face heated in restless agony, before stopping all together.

Sliding him out of your mouth slowly you licked up the length of him, stopping to pay extra attention to the tip.

Taking the moment to breath the air around you was dense and hot, almost sticking to your skin. Taking a deep breath almost felt like taking an aphrodisiac. Your fray of hot wet flesh and his steaming metal made even the very air intoxicating.

Your body heated, suddenly craving touch of your own. Damn near panting you breathed in that honeyed air before stroking his tip with your tongue once again.

You ran lazy circles around his metal tip, feeling that concentrated energy that simmering underneath. Boothill’s eyes were crazed at this point, wild and ravenous, nearing his end.

You heard the wood of the door scrape underneath his hand damn near cracking under his grasp.

For a moment you let your hands wander up and onto his torso stroking his body gently, using your sweat and his heat to glide along the surface.

You watched as Boothills head tipped back and desperate moans poured out of him.

”p-please darlin…..You wouldn’t leave a space a space cowboy all hot like this for long would ya?”

With another soft and sweet lick you pushed him back into your mouth, slowly encasing him in warm, sticky flesh.

you could hear the metal scrapping of his teeth grinding together, husky groans escaping from between them.

Something deep within you throbbed, molten and desperate for pleasure.

You trailed your hands down his abdomen, settling them at the base of his length.

Desperate to hear more of those moans of whiskey and ash you pumped his cock into the farthest reaches of your throat, watching his writhe under your touch.

”If you keep doing that I’ll-“

You wrapped your hands around his cock, stroking him with them as you licked his tip fervently.

Fingers dancing along his length he moaned, wet and hot into the stuffy air.

You felt the energy within him shift, erratic and immediate. Quickly your hands moved up and down his shaft bringing him to completion.

Entire body shaking he found his release, cock whirring wildly as energy surged through it.

Hot motor oil poured out into the rubber, damn near filling your mouth. You gasped as you slid it out of your mouth and watched as the weight pulled it off of him and slopped onto the floor.

Motor oil still idly pumped out of him, spilling on the floor, and unfortunately a bit on your clothes.

Boothill panted, slowly lowering himself down onto his knees, now eye to eye with you.

After a brief moment to catch his breath he shifted to face you, eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to get you dirty or nothin”

You laughed, breaking his gaze to look at the floor.

”it’s nothing really, although we did just get these tailor made”

Bringing your eyes back up to Boothill his face was a bit flushed and almost remorseful.

”Fudge I uh… figured it was something like that, you look a ton different than when I first laid eyes on you”

Boothill scooted in closer to you, resting a hand on your leg. The other he gently placed on the side of your face, thumb nestled up against your ear.

”well it looks mighty fine on you”

He said tenderly before embracing you in another kiss. Those synthetic lips were heavenly soft against your own, wet with arousal. In the brief time you’d known Boothill he’d never been so… soft with you. As much as you hated to admit it.. it felt nice, if the blush staining your face wasn’t indication enough.

You felt as he slid his tongue into your mouth, sliding it against your teeth.

His tongue held his taste of honeyed liquor and ash, turning your head fuzzy. He continued to press soft kisses against your lips, so desperately tender and raw like you’d never felt from him before. Another soft kiss and gentle graze sent something in your stomach fluttering, rendering you uncharacteristically soft. Pulling away briefly you drank in his appearance, hoping to hold this warmth deep inside.

Something shone in his eyes that suggested that maybe, he had thought about you just as much as you had him in these lonely months.

Relishing in the tender embrace shared you dared to explore his body, gliding your hands along his back. His kisses became more sloppy and were occasionally broken up by him groaning into your mouth.

You slid your hands down the arch of his back, stopping once you felt some sort of hole in his lower back. Caressing the opening with your finger tips as you asked-

“What’s this for Boothill?”

You felt that entrance on his back become unbearably hot, almost singing your fingers.

Those gentle kisses turned ravenous, and you felt as he slipped his leg between your thighs, using it to rouse your most tender spots.

Watching as that tenderness melted away into something more primal, Desperate and ravenous for more.

With a bite to your lower lip he broke away, panting as he looked you in the eyes.

You saw as something in his demeanor shift entirely, like if he didn’t bury himself inside of you this instant he’d explode

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Quickly he grabbed you by the hips, lifting you up onto his own. Boothill shot to his feet, pressing (damn near slamming) your back against the door.

He held you firmly as he kissed you again, now cravenly grinding his hips against yours.

His cock pulsed between you, conveniently writhing against the apex of your thighs, stoking that aching in your core.

”Boothill-“

You gasped into the crook of his neck, barely able to keep your head up.

His hips arched towards you, unwavering in their conquest. You felt as his cock vibrated against you, stroking your sweet spots with every thrust, unraveling you completely.

Nothing but growls and huffs came from Boothill as he thrust himself against your crotch, feverishly pleasuring himself against the leather of your pants,

You were scrambling to regain any sense of control, clawing at the metal of his back.

”Wait boothill- please-“

He moaned into the skin of your neck before lifting his head up to look at you.

”at least let me take my pants off”

His eyes flickered but he obeyed, you could have sworn you heard him whimper a little bit. You moved your hands down to the buttons of your pants as quickly as you could. You undid them one at time, hands trembling as the final button came undone, revealing your bare lower half to the hot damp air.

You barely pushed them down your thighs when Boothill slammed himself into you, filling you up entirely. Pleasure spooled out from within you, inner flesh aching from the sudden advance.

Boothill once again nestled his head in the crook of your neck, biting down idly as he pumped himself into you. His hot moans caressed your neck, the contact heating your skin and making your pulse flutter. Gone were the intentional touches and restricted displays of pleasure and in its wake was raw unbridled sexual instinct.

Each thrust was aching and complete, thrusting himself in down to the hilt on each pass.

Ravenously he pistoned inside of you rattling the door he pressed you against. His cock was burning, igniting you from the inside. Mind reeling all you could do was moan into the fabric of his jacket, pleasure shattering through you.

Again he bit down into you, hard enough to draw a tiny bit of blood. The pain was stark against the molten pleasure, amplifying both in a deadly dance.

Teeth retracting his tongue took its place, trailing up closer to your ear. Desperation huffed out of him in the form of wet hot breath sinking into your skin. His cock pulsed and swelled inside of you overridden by a surge of energy.

Metal hands squeezed your hips, instinctually pulling them in towards his own.

A dull murmur vibrated against your neck

”You feel so good”

The words had you flushed, heating all supple parts of your skin. The desperate churning of your insides had you damn near drooling, your mind melting wrought with pleasure.

That was until you felt something buzz in your jacket pocket.

”Agent seven status update come in over”

The small voice that emerged from your pocket split your mind in twain, piercing clarity washing over you.

”Shit, what do I do? I can’t not answer, they’ll know something’s up”

You said trying to wrangle your thoughts, body utterly unwilling to focus on anything else besides where the two of you conjoined and the ache swelling in your core.

Boothill was still slowly grinding against your hips, his voice like gravel as he said-

“well go ahead and answer then darlin”

He licked a tender spot on your neck, smiling against the skin before lifting his head up to your ear.

”I promise I’ll be good, nice and quiet they won’t hear a peep from this space cowboy”

Hands shaking you pulled the walkie out of your pocket and pressed the button down. Through your honeyed daze you tried to speak, Boothill still pleasuring himself inside of you.

“Nothing so far…. Ha…ngh.. to report over hhg”

Right as your finger released from the walkie a moan slipped from your lips, barely able to constrain itself. You could feel him aching inside you, every thrust threatening to shatter you entirely.

“Well we would like a quick status report on your location and everything you’ve witnessed thus far, just a quick summary should be fine”

Boothill slowed his pace rolling his length over the most tender flesh inside you.

”go on and tell them”

He purred into your ear, arching himself into that place again.

“Tell them about how my fingers pumped inside you”

Slowly he raked his cock over that spot, making you gasp for air as you shuddered around him.

He pressed another kiss to your neck, leaving dew in its wake. He pushed your hips down onto him further sheathing himself inside you.

”and what about how good I tasted in your mouth”

He said almost directly against your lips, hot air slinking down your throat. Throbbing turned into roaring, desperate for release; needing him thrusting hard and fast inside you. That need was becoming quickly unbearable, skin flushed and breathless you ground your hips against him.

You could feel as a faint vibrating began accompanying those slow pumps, throbbing against that area of tender, aching flesh. Fabric of his jacket bunched in your hands you groaned moving your hips against him faster, pressing him harder into those soft sensitive walls. Like a heartbeat that pleasure pulsed inside you, hot and unyielding.

Boothill pressed a wet and sloppy kiss to your lips before moving in close to your ear, breath tickling the surface.

“Tell them how much you love it when I’m inside you”

Boothill reached up a hand and pressed down the button on the walkie. He slammed down into you to the hilt, vibration intensifying.

”Well- I ngh… haaa.. walked all the way here”

Boothill pulled out all the way to the tip and rubbed himself against you before pushing himself back in, thrusting ravenously.

His eyes were locked on your own and his teeth shone out from a feline smile.

”Since then I’ve just been…. sitting here-“

Boothill unpressed the button before pressing an insatiable kiss to your lips

”sitting here wrapped around my cock”

He purred before pressing the button back down, pressing his face back into your neck. Gently he nipped at the surface as he ground his hips against yours, fully sheathed inside you vibrating like hell.

Your core was entirely molten, his thrusts were agony and bliss, your insides gooey around him. Heatflashes stole your senses and you were puffing out sticky air as you spoke once more.

”apologies- a guard…ngh, walked by…. As- I was saying… I have just been sitting here watching- mmmgh! Ha… the clouds go by… over”

Boothill licked up your neck and nibbled your ear. You felt your walls clamp down around him as he pulled out further, focusing on that sensitive spot once more, rubbing against it gently as he spoke.

”Now that wasn’t so hard was it darlin”

You felt that dam inside you build as your hips bucked against him instinctually, begging to find your release.

The walkie buzzed once more and a voice came through it.

”Alright that’s all we need for now and agent you, sound exhausted maybe after this mission take some time to rest”

Boothill laughed huskily, the sound vibrating against your skin.

”Exhausted indeed”

He plunged into you at full force sending you into a free fall of pleasure barely able to make out his face in front of you as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

His cocked hummed inside of you, vibrating your insides as he thrusted.

“I’m ha..ngh.. close boothill”

Wildly you ground your hips against him as every wave of heat melted your mind. All at once you felt that energy surge in him, and come cascading out of him. That vibrating became infernal as he slammed himself into you, gasping for air.

You buried your hands in the fabric of his jacket desperate for anything to hold onto. There was nothing you could do to hold back your moaning, wet and hot in the stuffy air of the closet. Squelching and moans broke away the silence in a depraved symphony.

You felt his cock rake against that tender spot one last time, undoing you completely. Your climax crashed through you and you felt hot liquid spurt out of you down onto the floor. Wave after wave crashed through you in delightful ecstasy and all you could feel was his length thrusting inside you.

Boothill groaned and threw his head back, hips grinding into you. Hot liquid pumped out of him, filling your insides up and spilling down your backside. Boothill slowly pumped into you riding out the last of his climax before pulling out, cock falling onto your stomach.

Boothill huffed into the crook of your neck as small traces of liquid still dribbled down his length.

His eyes met your own and you watched as they refocused, haze falling away and blush creeping over his cheeks.

”oh fudge.... I am so sorry about that”

Boothill’s eyes trailed down, examining where the two of you were connected and where liquid was pouring onto the ground.

“Well I guess you’re more than just a bit messy now huh”

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Boothill gently placed you back onto your feet, face still a burning red.

“I… that’s never happened with anyone else before, usually when I fill up my systems go offline”

Boothill slowly lowered himself down to the ground, resting on his knees. Placing a hand on your thigh he trailed down the surface, liquid pooling at his finger tips. You watched as Boothill kneeled before you, this devastatingly beautiful cyborg man mere inches away from your damp, exposed skin. For a moment you let yourself revel in the sight of this ethereal man nestled between your thighs, a view that belonged solely to you.

For an even shorter moment, something tender burned inside you that wished he was yours alone.

Your eyes drifted to his and beheld the sorrow and satisfaction swirling within them, pride for how his own liquid poured out of you, and regret for how uncaring he had been. A metal hand drifted to your outer thigh and pulled in closer, nestling his head against the skin.

‘I’m sorry darlin’ I’ll do what I can to make this right”

With the turn of his head you felt as his tongue met your skin and slid up your thigh in a grand sweeping stroke. Gooseflesh broke across your skin and you couldn’t help but shutter under his touch

His hands firmly gripped your thighs, holding them in place as he ran his tongue up and down your legs. You felt as trails of spit replaced the oil that dripped down your lower half. Boothill thoroughly cleaned your thighs with his tongue, slowly making his way up to where they met your torso.

Boothill's mouth met your entrance, tongue slipping inside.

“Boothill-“

You said, the cold of his tongue sending shivers up your spine.

He pulled away briefly, meeting your eyes once more.

“Dont worry darlin, I promise this is strictly business”

His hand traveled up, halting at the apex of your thighs to pull back the skin. He placed his mouth over you, resting his chin against his hand.

You felt as he began sucking, lips tugging against you. The liquid that remained inside poured out, more with each round of suction.

You couldn't help but moan slightly at the sensation of him slurping against you. Boothill’s grip tightened around your thigh as he sucked out the remainder of the liquid. Moving his face away from between your legs he smiled up at you.

“See? All better”

He rose to his feet now face to face with you. Staring at him now made something in your chest tighten, wanting this moment to last forever. Silently you begged the starry sky to not come between you once more.

You felt as the heat that bloomed within your skin peeled back, reality settling back in. The way Boothill looked in your eyes you knew he felt the same. Knew that this moment was as delicious as it was fleeting.

Boothill studied your face, eye whirring like it was taking in every inch of you. His gaze broke away before he leaned in to kiss you, gentle with the words neither of you could speak. His tongue slid over yours before he pulled away.

“There, and something to neutralize any negative effects of the oil”

He ran a hand down your chest stopping as it met your bandolier. Longing stole his expression once more as he leaned in towards your ear.

“I….. I want to see you again”

His voice shook and the sorrow within it almost broke you.

You placed a hand on his chest, slowly taking in the feeling of the metal against your finger tips.

“Well- we probably have time for one more roun-“

Footsteps began to grow louder down the hallway, slowly making their way towards you. Boothill's eyes shot open wide and he reached behind to grab something frantically.

Your head began to reel and you started to feel faint. Blinking slowly Boothill appeared before you, with a rope in his hands.

“I'm terribly sorry about this darlin’ but-“

He slung the rope around your arms, tightening them at your chest.

“I really can't have you getting hurt in all this”

He gently moved you to the center of the room, lowering you down until you were sat atop your legs.

Your vision was fading quickly as your mind raced, desperately trying to process what was happening.

Soft lips pressed against your forehead before he stepped back towards the door. Boothill locked eyes with you before slipping something into his mouth, in the dim light you could make out the familiar shape of the charmony bullet you brought in your bandolier. You watched as he grinned, swallowing down in one gulp. The last thing you saw before your vision went dark was him winking at you as he opened the door.

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Not the cleanest break he'd ever made, damn near shattered his legs trying to stick the landing. Unfortunately for his legs there really wasn't any other way off that ship that didn't involve jumping out the window.

Boothills heels thudded into the dry grass as he walked through the streets of the barren town. Picking a piece of glass out of his jacket he swore quietly to himself.

“Forkin IPC shirtbags”

All that trouble just for Oswaldo Schneider to not even be aboard the ship. He spotted a nearby saloon-inn and swung open the doors with a sigh, taking a seat at the back of the bar.

The seat was mercy to his shattered legs, even with his iron body he could still feel the damage they incurred. A quick scan of the bar proved it was nothing special, your run of the mill shabby joint made to serve up booze. Something did however snag his eye, someone wearing an apron cleaning a glass across the bar.

“Howdy sir, would ya mind pouring me a glass of whiskey, neat”

The bartender set the glass down and turned to the back of the bar, sliding a cabinet open revealing a variety of colorful beverages. They plucked one up from the shelf and slid the door back shut, dust puffing out at the impact.

Placing a short glass in front of Boothill they uncorked the bottle, pouring out a hefty amount of that amber liquid.

“Drink up sir”

They said with disinterest before continuing their work elsewhere. Metal fingers clinked against the glass, picking it up to swirl around. Boothill watched as the liquid sloshed against the crystal walls, letting his eyes unfocus.

Regret burned inside him, the smell of whiskey reminding him of the IPC bounty hunter he left hogtied in a dark closet. The smell of whiskey always reminded him of them now, the way his lips imprinted its taste onto theirs that night. The way he could smell it on their breath when they were flushed and huffing into his neck. His eyes dimmed as their face flashed before him, not flushed and needy, but fearful as they began to lose consciousness.

The glass was pressed to his lips before he could even think, whiskey sliding down his throat in a solid gulp. The burn of it did nothing to soothe the remorse churning in his mind. The image of his lips against theirs, tongue lined with poison flashed once more, along with that look they had in their eyes. One he wouldn’t dare put a name too, if only because he knew it shone in his eyes too.

He hadn't wanted to do that to them, he was selfish for entertaining that randevou, enciting it even. Something as pristine as them shouldn't be tangled up with something as desolate as him.

Its just that… when someone opened the closet and he saw them….something came over him and he couldn't bring himself to act. Not when that longing flared and that needy bounty hunter was right in front of him.. there was nothing he could do to stop his desires from getting the best of him. From making them writhe against him, needing their hot breath against his.

Guilt severed the thought, he didn't deserve to be thinking about them like this not after what he did. Regardless, some small part of him hoped they would forgive him, that he’d find their lips against his once more.

He shook his head, clearing away those unhelpful thoughts. Orange hues began to spill across the empty bar as the sun dipped below the horizon. He hadn't realized it had already gotten so late, thoughts keeping him occupied.

“Excuse me partner”

The sound of credits hitting the table caught the attention of the bartender.

“I'll be taking the rest of this to my room please”

The bottle of whiskey wrapped tightly in his hands.

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The room wasn't half bad, he’d stayed in worse, it was luxury in comparison to any of the jail cells he’d stayed in.

He found his way into an arm chair tucked away in the corner of the room, setting the bottle aside on a nearby side table.

The booze hadn't helped like he hoped, instead his thoughts of them were only drunken and needier. Boothill hung his head, thoughts of his doomed mission and the pain it needlessly caused swirling in his head.

Opting for a distraction he pulled up his internal capture album, hoping to find something there to take his mind off things.

“Huh? Wait a darn second”

Me muttered, noticing a new capture recorded in his drive.

“I don’t r’member recordin’ anything lately….”

Boothill out of curiosity clicked on the video and watched as a familiar and not so distant scene played out before him.

The video starts looking at someone’s face, hot and flushed, eyes burning with desire. His vision breaks away for a moment before speaking “oh fudge… I am so sorry about that”. Then looking down to see an Iridescently clad bounty hunter's legs wrapped around his hips. His vision then focuses on where they are connected, his cock pulsing against their stomach, liquid oozing out of it. Boothill begins to speak again right before the footage cuts off.

Flush crept over him as he beheld the final frame of the video, their bodies pressed together, lowerhalfs oozing with ecstasy.

“How the fork did this even-“

The memory of how he felt then cut him off, remembering how he wished that moment between them could last forever.

Any rational thought was nipped as felt the throbbing in his leather pants. Shifted in his seat only to shutter against how the seam rubbed against him. Before he could stop himself he was unbuckling his belt and slinging it onto the floor.

Shuttered blinds spilled light across his hips, illuminating his hardness in the dark. Remembering the way that bounty hunter ran their hands down his torso, he mimicked the motion, desperate for touch. The tightness grew in his pants, swiftly becoming unbearable, he groaned as he slid a finger across the surface aiming to set it free,

He undid the top button and began sliding the zipper down, feeling it glide down his length. A shudder ran across him and he felt as that unyielding steam began to pour off him once more.

He watched in a haze as he unfolded before himself in the moonlight, a bead of liquid already forming at the top.

He wasn't entirely surprised at how ready he was to go, he had been fully willing to another round before the guards interrupted them. His cock ached as he thought about it, his tongue licking up their hot thighs, the way they moaned is his name when he breached them with it.

Hot liquid rolled down the side of his cock, shimmering in the moonlight. He took a single finger and ran it down the strong column in the center before trailing back up to the tip. He thought of their hands around him as he wrapped his own around the tip, executing one slow pump.

Boothill’s other hand clasped around his mouth, moan escaping between his fingers. He wrapped his fingers slightly tighter around his length, imagining it was their mouth, before stroking himself again.

Long, tight strokes had his breath running hot, steam curling up to meet his eyes.

The moonlight gleamed off the metal of his body, falling against it rhythmically as ran his hands up and down his shaft. With every stroke he only became more frustrated, desperate to bury himself inside them once more. Without realizing it his hand sped up working his length with an iron grip.

Imbedding his free hand into the fabric of the chair he groaned, cock writhing in ecstasy. The once cold room was now stuffy with curls of steam that hung low to the ground, light splaying through them. Liquid poured out his tip, coating his hand as his cock slipped against it.

He thought of their teeth around his belt buckle the first time they met, desperate to unleash his length. Flushed as they writhed in desperation when he caressed his fingers against their lower half. He needed to feel them against him again, needed to make them feel good after what he had done.

Boothill’s eyes slid into his head as he bucked his hips into his slippery hand. Boothill thrusted into his fingers ravenously, imaging it was their entrance. The armchair whined under his movements, accompanying the desperate pants and squelches echoing off the walls. Boothill paused briefly, desperate to moan a name he realized he didn't know.

Boothill shrugged of the realization, thinking that he didn't yet deserve to finish with their name on his breath.

He felt as heat built in his length, simmering against the metal of his fingers. The dam inside him swelling, urging him to pleasure himself even further.

Using his grip as leverage he slammed himself into his fist, huffing out honeyed air with each decadent stroke. Energy ran through him, flowing down through his hips, surging into his cock. Finally he glanced over to that final frame of the video once more, seeing his cum dribbling down their stomach.

Boothill threw his head and smelled that whiskey on the side table, shattering that dam entirely. Hot ropes of oil shot out of him, hips bucking into his hand wildly. He moaned into the cold night air as molten oil spilled out onto the floor, steam rising from the singes.

Boothill settled back down into the armchair, length folding back in on itself. Head hung he puffed into the dimly lit space, body reeling from its climax.

With every breath he took in the steam he had just filled the room with, relishing in its erotic atmosphere.

Boothill cleared the video from his interface and spit something solid out and into his hand.

The bullet glistened in the moonlight, blue and purple hues dancing along its pearlescent form. Boothill twirled it around in his hand for a while before frowning, finally giving into his temptation he grabbed out his phone.

His metal fingers clacked against the glass as he typed-

“Sorry about that darlin’…. Though I gotta say you look mighty fine all tied up like that~”

Alone he sat in that twilight filled room, cold finger hovering over the send button.

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Through the pitch black a voice sounded out, muffled and distorted.

As you blinked open your eyes harsh light muddled your vision, making you squint. Your head pounded as you tried to get your bearings, what had happened?

Vision finally clearing you began to make out a familiar face over you. Light blue hair fell down their face nearly grazing your cheek, long rose gold earrings swaying with it. Gold eyes and the pleasant smile of your employer Sunday stared down at you.

“Ah, so I see you are finally conscious”

He sat back, letting you prop yourself up on the plush bench you had been laying on.

Rubbing your eyes for a moment you looked around the room, realizing you were in his office.

“Why am I here? What happened?”

You said groggily, still trying to regain your composure.

Sunday glanced towards the door before turning back towards you, brows furrowing slightly.

“Well I sent you on a mission, specifically one aboard an aircraft with the goal of subduing a perpetrator. While we aren’t quite sure what happened, you were found tied up in a broom closet on the west end.”

Memories crashed back into your mind of your exchange with Boothill, the lust and the betrayal.

Embarrassment and humiliation burned like acid in your stomach. The way he had touched you, tended to you before knocking you out cold. Your cheeks ran hot, gaze fixating on your hands in your lap.

“It- it was him…. The galaxy ranger”

Sunday's eyes widened with an emotion you were too out of it to catch.

“And by galaxy ranger you mean…Boothill… don't you”

He said almost growling, teeth biting down on every syllable. Sunday took a deep breath before speaking once more.

“Ahem, we need all the information we can get on…him… so if you would mind explaining the situation to me”

Your face burned at his words and you saw the entire scene unfold before your eyes once more, his hand in your pants, him sheathed inside you huffing and gnawing at your neck. Shit your neck- reaching a hand up you grazed your sore skin, blood flaking off onto your fingertips.

“I see at the very least he… attacked.. you”

Sunday said unconvinced, truth hanging taught in the air. His eyes roved over your neck, trailing down to your exposed collar bone, bite marks marring the flesh.

Your hand moved up to touch your face, meeting hot tears and they roll down your flushed cheeks. You hadn't even noticed you were crying, quickly wiping the tears away you returned your gaze to sunday.

“He- Boothill I mean, tricked me… used me….”

Voice trailing off you retracted into your mind. What benefit did he stand to gain from seducing you? Was it to remove you from your guarding position? If so why wouldn't he just knock you out? A quiet part of you wishes he had just done that, sparing your emotions. Heart aching with contradiction you opened your mouth to speak once more.

“Ah that won't be necessary y/n, I think I understand what has happened here”

Color waned from your face, going stark white as you spoke.

”you do?”

Your eyes didn’t meet his as you spoke, you watched your hands writhe in your lap, waiting for him to speak.

”Why yes I do, he tricked you, twisted your mind somehow. Then he lured you in and attacked you, as simple as that”

Lies played on his tongue, but this version of the story was easier to accept, so you simply nodded your head. Though you knew how willing you were to melt in Boothills arms, willing and eager, hungry as you’d ever been.

“Though I am sure he assumes he has you under his thumb….”

Sunday began to walk over towards his desk, gaze settling on something out the window sat behind it.

“Should you two ever cross paths once more…. I’m sure I could arrange you some back up, should that ever come to pass”

The words hung heavy in the air, the implication singing your throat. Something in you heart ached as you sat unable to speak.

”You don’t have to make a decision now, take some time to think about and report back to me. Your welcome back to my office at any time”

He turned away from the window, looking back at you with a smile that was almost sad, laced with some sort of pain you couldn’t place. Sitting up in your chair you bowed slightly to him, not being able to think of anything else to do, snide remarks eluding you in this moment of vacantness.

”Thankyou Mr. Sunday for your offer, I’ll be taking my leave now”

Turning a bit sluggishly, mind heavy with choice, you began to walk towards the door. You felt your shirt tug against your skin as you walked, catching on the newly formed scabs. Steps hollow as they moved forward you finally reached the door. As you reached the door Sunday intercepted your path, reaching to grab the handle.

“Let me get that for you”

Smiling at you plaintively he opened the door with ease, you began to step through before a hand stopped you. You gazed up at Sunday, his gold eyes darkened, and fixated on you.

”oh and y/n, don’t forget who you belong to”

Sunday whispered, so barely audible you almost thought you imagined it. Sundays hand slipped away from your shoulder, falling gently to his side. A shiver ran down your spine, the words clanging inside your mind. The door closed behind you, leaving you out in the cold open air of the hallway, like it was all a dream.

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You were sitting at your bed when you heard a knock at the door, head swiveling towards the sound you watched as two slips of paper slid through the mail slot. Light spilled through the slit illuminating your dark room briefly. You walked towards the door, pulling on a lamp string as you went, shallow yellow light filling the entry way. Picking up the slips of paper you examined them under the lamplight.

”PREMIUM BATH TICKET—ROOM 1201–EXCHANGE UPON ENTRY”

The second slip was merely a piece of paper that held only one word.

“-SUNDAY”

Anger burned within your mind, how much further would he torment you? The humiliation was crushing and for a moment you considered throwing the tickets away until you felt the spit and sweat that caked your skin. Sighing you set aside your pride and began to make your way towards room 1201.

Thoughts clouded your mind as you walked the decorative halls, you had been away from penacony for far too long it seemed. Forgetting the leash Sunday had around your neck, and how willing he was to pull it. He had been so lenient with you the first time you let Boothill slip away, clearly you had gotten too comfortable.

You’d never forget the night you met Sunday, you had just hogtied another bounty when an ethereal voice called out to you from the end of the alleyway.

“Masterfully done” He said clapping slowly.

Head spinning you merely saw his silhouette, and the long shadow he cast, stopping right before your feet. You jumped up to face him, both hands clapped over your revolver, pointing at a feathered head.

“Who are you” You barked at him, sweat dripping down your brow.

His hands gently raised, unserious, clearly not afraid to be shot.

“Settle down now, I’m not here to hurt you, in fact I’m here to help”

The man stepped forward into the light and his appearance splaying out before you. He looked like an angel in the alley light, wings protruding out from his head adorned in glimmering gold jewelry. He wore garb that was typical of religious royalty, so irrevocably refined, like he was justice in and of itself. His face was elegant, features gently falling into a smile. Pushing past his angelic presence you realized who exactly stood in front of you, the head of the oak family, and absolutely not someone who pointing a gun at would end well.

Stammering you lowered your arms and called out to him once more.

”What does someone like you want with someone like me”

You began to look around, scoping out possible exits, just as he stepped closer.

”I want you to be my personal bounty hunter, you’ll serve under me, be sheltered by the family, be fed for the rest of your life”

He extended a gloved hand towards you, merely inches away from your face. His words clanged off the walls like music flowing deep into your mind. Shaking the feeling away you met his ivory gaze.

”Oh yeah? And what’s in it for you”

Smiling he looked past you, down at your bounty.

”I only want one simple thing, and it doesn’t really seem like you have much of a choice, how much longer can you really keep this up?”

You bit down on your lip, looking back at the man tied up on the floor behind you before facing Sunday once more. You really couldn’t keep this up for much longer, your apartment payment was due tomorrow, and this guy wasn’t worth enough credits to cover it.

”Fine, what do you want”

His smile curling, and while his hand extended no further, you swore you could feel something stroke your cheek.

”I merely want to own you, for you to be completely mine to wield”

“So be your personal bounty hunter”

You responded, Knowing his statement meant something far deeper, something you wouldn’t know the true depths of for a while to come. You didn’t think about it too hard, you weren’t really in a position to decline his offer anyway. Sunday merely smiled, not responding, shoving away that uneasy feeling you made your final decision.

”okay fine, I’ll do it”

You took his hand and swore you felt something transfer from him, like light crawling over your skin. Sundays eyes didn’t break from yours once, something almost like recognition shone in them, like a long held dream come to pass. Just like that it was over and his hand was slipping out of yours.

”Then it is done”

His smile caved way to a grin, like an animal baring its teeth to its prey.

The memory washed away, like rain drops in a puddle, blinking you looked around.

”hello? Are you okay dove?”

A lady said from out behind a desk, you realized you were in the spa room already and that this woman had been trying to get your attention for a while.

“I- I’m sorry, rough day”

You muttered approaching the desk, slipping the ticket over to her.

“Ah, I see Sunday treats his doves well, a premium bath coming right up”

Cheeks burning you bit down on your lip, everyone here looked at you like that, called you that, like you were Sunday's property, his little charmony dove. Remembering the words he said to you that night, maybe you were. The woman reached behind her towards a shelf lines with various soaps and folded towels, and pulled out a bag.

“Here you go dove, a premium bath set, when your ready you can head back to room three down the hall to the left”

Her eyes quickly shot down to your neck, hoping to sneak a peek while you weren’t looking. You turned and began to walk towards the hall, desperate to get to somewhere more private, away from prying eyes. As you made your way to room three you heard her mutter something about Sunday treating his doves a little too well, and began to walk faster.

The private bath was made up of two rooms, one changing room with a door that led into an in ground bath. The walls were made up of smooth marble, dim orange light reflecting off their shiny surface. Walking up to the large mirror on the back wall you gazed upon your marked flesh. Two bites along the length of your neck caught your eye first, one near your esophagus, and one that dipped just below the collar of your shirt.

You began to unbutton your blouse, slowly revealing more of your chest and the splotches of red that adorned it. You slid the blouse down your shoulders, unveiling your shoulders, you turned to look at your back in the mirror where light bruises formed around your hips, in the form of hands. Before you flashed the memory of metal fingers grinding your hips down, desperate to pound into you as hard as he could.

Cheeks heating you shedded the remainder of your clothes, eyes catching on more bite marks along your inner thighs, light and barely visible, but there nonetheless. You swear you don’t remember being in very much pain at all during your… interaction but the proof is undeniable.

“Bzzt”

The noise came from something in the pile of your clothes, rummaging around you found some sort of device, containing only a screen. Still lit up from alert the screen held only a single message.

”BOOTHILL: Sorry about that darlin’…. Though I gotta say you look mighty fine all tied up like that~”

Shocked, you just stared at the message, unable to believe your eyes. When did he put this on you? Was receiving messages all it could do, or was it some kind of tracking device as well? Questions fading away you read the message again, allowing the words to sink in. Before they fully could, another message came through.

”BOOTHILL: Honestly I am real sorry about that, wouldn’t a done it if I had much of a choice. Hoped a pretty thing like you wouldn’t a gotten wrapped up in all this….. Fudge- guess I did the wrappin’ This time huh… well maybe next time I’ll tie ya up nice and pretty and stay a while to play around….

P.S Don’t go worrying your head bout tracking or nothin’ receiving messages is all that heap a junk is good for”

You could feel your skin bloom with flush at that last remark, reading the message all you could do was sigh and nestle the receiver back in your leather pants.

Grabbing the spa bag you were given and a towel you made your way to the bath. This room had a more cozy feel to it than the last, the floor was made up of wood slats and dense steam was pouring off the hot water’s surface.

You dipped a toe in, and your whole body soon to follow until you were sitting on a small wooden bench in the tub. Leaning your head back you let the day replay out in your head, like running your fingers over grooves of chiseled stone. The hot breath in a stuffy room, the betrayal, and the shame all splayed out before you, and now these messages. Who would you choose? Sunday who took you in at your lowest? Or the newly backstabbing galaxy ranger with the addictive touch?

You let hot water drown out the thoughts that weighed heavy on your mind, and as the steam seeped into your pores and bubble coated your skin you let the day melt away.

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Morning light spilled in from the window, telling you it's well past time to wake up. Rolling over you pushed out of bed, feet meeting the plush hotel carpet as they landed. Sunday insisted you have a room here, at this snobby grand hotel, kept you close but gave you the slightest bit of privacy.

You pulled the floor length curtains away, revealing the city scape that lay beyond the window pane. While others were infatuated with the dreamscape you always preferred the real penacony, without all the glitz and glamor. You let the morning cityscape seep in, breathe life into your sunken heart.

It had been about a week since you got back from your mission on the aircraft. You had spent most of your days going out and finding people Sunday wanted an audience with, the usual routine when Sunday didn’t have anyone he needed you to go bump off. It was fairly easy, allowing you to spend more time relaxing in your room, mulling over what Sunday proposed to you.

This place was as beautiful as it was a prison, here you were merely a bird in a cage. With Boothill however.. you could be wild and free. Honestly your escapades with the galaxy ranger were the most fun you’ve had since becoming employed to Sunday.

”bzzt”

The screen on the transceiver lit up, signifying it had received a new message. Quickly making it over to your nightstand where it sat you read the contents of the message.

“I don't expect you to forgive me darlin’ but I want to make right by you. If ya would meet me down at the flashy bar in that fancy hotel around system hour 20 I reckon I can make this clear to ya”

You blinked- tonight? Boothill would be here, in penacony tonight? Staring out at the cars flying by outside your window you sat in disbelief.

Of course you wanted to see him again, to feel his body against your own once more. Another part of you however hissed with anger at his audacity, after the way he left you he had no right to summon you this way. Still, as those cars rushed by you found yourself inclined to clean yourself up a little nicer today.

Todays work was tedious, and you found yourself checking the time over and over.

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The bar in the lounge was fuller than usual today, but in the crowd there was no mistaking him, through a small gap of people you saw a familiar cape flowing. Pausing for a moment you just stared, taking in the sight of him, he looked so utterly out of place here. He looked like a single red rose in a sea of flowers. For a moment he was obscured in the crowed, and in that brief moment he completely disappeared. You swiveled your head around, desperately searching for him in the crowd.

After a few moments of frantic searching, once more a red rose bloomed amongst the flowers, heading up a flight of stairs towards the suites.

You watched as he rounded a corner, disappearing from sight. You began to push through the crowd of well dressed people, desperate to figure out where he was going. Feet finally clashing with the stairs you flew up them, just in time to watch Boothill disappear once more into a hotel room a couple doors down. Looking around to make sure no one was following, you proceeded into the hallway, stopping briefly at the door. That signature keyhole shaped door hung ajar, purple and blue light spilling out from within.

Slowly you pushed open the door, revealing Boothill facing away from you. Stepping in you gently pressed your back against the door, shutting it. Boothill stood quietly, lit only by the light of the dream pool in front of him.

“Well then, I was startin’ to think you were a no show”

You heard the gentle sound of a zipper, and watched as his jacket slid off his shoulders, thudding down to the floor.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about you darlin’ how badly I fudged things up between us”

His belt came next, slinging away like a whip before crashing down to the floor.

Finally were his pants, which he effortlessly kicked off and pushed off to the side.

As you drank in the sight he took another step, moving towards the dream pool and lowering his naked metal body into its effervescent glowing surface. He sat now facing you, one arm over the side of the pool and the other outstretching a single finger, beckoning you to come.

”I just hope you’ll let an old cowboy show you the real him… please darlin’ give me a chance to show you my real feelings”

His eyes were so utterly sincere, and so you found yourself shedding clothes and joining him in the bubbling dream pool.

Boothill grabbed your hand, kissing it before placing it on his cheek.

“I reckon its mighty stupid of me, but I’d hoped that moment we had in the closet would last forever”

He lowered your hand, and placed his on your knees.

”I never wanted it to end like that darlin’ I hope you can understand I never would have done that without a real fudging good reason”

He looked down, gazing into the pools reflective surface.

”I only did that because well- I couldn’t risk you getting hurt when I go all guns blazing on those IPC shortbags”

His cheeks flushed, like he was admitting something.

As you watched his synthetic skin take a scarlet hue you thought about all the trouble he was in just being here- in an IPC infested Penacony. You never realized Boothill cared this much about you, after the events of a week ago it felt like he saw you as nothing but meat. Now however in the heart of enemy territory, he was a flustered mess, and you felt something dark in you, unwind itself.

Smiling and sliding onto his lap you leaned down and whispered in his ear

”What are you trying to say space cowboy”

His eyes were darting around the room, desperately trying to do anything but look into yours. His face was bright red, all the same you could feel as his metal hands slid down your back, settling down near your behind. In your previous experiences Boothill had been nothing but bold, something about him now seemed much different.

“What I’m trying to say partner is that- well I like you a forking lot”

Shakily he caught your gaze, looking at you with an intensity you had never seen before, like he was trying to read every line of your face.

Laughing you pressed your forehead against his.

”I reckon I like you a forking lot too”

Boothills eyes shot wide open as your lips met his, slowly meeting in a passionate embrace. He kissed you so tenderly you could have sworn those synthetic lips were real, every movement delicate and intentional.

You felt the kiss deepen in passion as something metal began to grind against you, gently caressing your lower half.

pulling away you panted, catching your breath before pressing your lips against the crook of his neck, payback at last. You felt the metal heat under your touch, along with a shutter from boothill, and the growth of the metal rod bisecting you both.

Gently you ground against him, kissing up and down the length of his neck, eliciting soft moans from boothill into the crook of yours.

“Darlin’- you're far too sweet on me“

He said between moans, He obviously got that you accepted his apology and now wanted all of you.

As you sat up once more, Boothill positioned your hips over his fully erected metal length, just poking out of the water. The heat of it licked up like steam, swirling around your entrance before slowly piercing it.

You felt as he pushed into you slowly, feeling every inch as he sheathed himself inside of you.

Boothill gently pumped, caressing your insides just as tenderly as he did your lips. Warm metal hands roved against your back, heating the skin briefly before fading away, like wearing fresh laundry straight out of the drier.

Steam curled around you both encasing your mutual pleasure in a rich fog, like a dream bubble in and of itself.

Boothill’s groans hummed against your chest as he ground against you, slowly becoming more desperate. His cock was molten and humming inside of you, grinding and pumping.

In turn you continued to trail kisses up and down his neck, feeling his body react to the touch, and his light moans vibrate against you.

Boothills hips slapped against your thighs, needing to be deeper inside. The water splashed around you both as he ground into you. Slinging your arm around his neck you ran your hands through his hair, head hanging in the crook of his shoulder.

His silky hair was an anchor as his cock stirred your insides, waves of pleasure crashing through you, warming your flesh. Boothills hands settled on your hips, grinding them further down onto his length.

The erotic sounds pouring out from where the of you united mixed with the sloshing water of the dream pool, wafting into your ears like the steam.

“I reckon I could never get sick of being inside of you”

Boothill murmured, the words sounding almost involuntary. Cock continuing to thrust rhythmically into you, Boothill was wholly focused on burying himself inside you

This time was different than the other two times, every pump was intentional, more than ravenous it was precise. His cock hit every spot to make you buck and groan against him, molding your pleasure like putty.

His thrusts were thorough and short, like you two were stuck together, insides full of honey. The vibrating intensified as he got closer to climaxing, becoming wilder with every second.

All the heat in your body pooled into your lower half, pleasure welling up like a dam.

”I’m close Boothill-“

You mutter out, He merely nodded in response and continued to drive himself into you. Hips bucking Boothill spilled that hot oil inside you once more, spilling out and leaking out into the dream pool’s water. Your own climax arrived shortly after, stars burst through you as you ground down on his cock, riding out the final waves of pleasure.

You both sat and panted against each other, bodies reeling. Boothill’s metal body was still hot from the exertion, you found it nearly impossible to peel yourself away from him, savoring the artificial heat.

Equally warm hands drifted across your back, seemingly mapping out every line and curve.

“I wish we could stay like this for ever darlin”

His voice was like gravel, the way it vibrated across your skin. He pressed soft kisses against your skin, trailing up and down the surface.

You thought for a moment, letting his idle petting rhythmically fuel your mind. Hand gently combing through his soft synthetic hair an idea presented itself.

”are you free tonight”

The words seemed to shock Boothill, eyes widening slightly.

”Well- for you darlin’ of course”

You ran your hand across his chest, only letting it disconnect at the fingertips. Pushing yourself off of Boothills lap you stood in the cold air, half submerged in the dream pool.

”What do you think about hitting up a local spot I know together?”

Boothills eyes ran across your naked form, fully accessing what was in front of him. It then fully dawned on you that Boothill had never seen you entirely naked.

Blushing you stepped out of the dream pool, finding your blouse where it sat in a pile on the floor.

Boothill’s eyes didn’t leave you for a second as you slowly got dressed, drinking in your every move.

He followed suit shortly after and you couldn’t help but do the same, to marvel at the expertly crafted cyborg cowboys body.

He was almost done dressing when he approached you, plucking your gleaming white cowboy hat off your head.

”how’s about for tonight, we switch?”

He plopped the flamboyant hat on his head, and smiled a sharp toothed grin at you so wide his eyes closed. Honestly he looked great in it, beautiful even, the jewels reflected purple light against the white in his hair.

“I’m not too sure about that one space cowboy”

Snatching the hat back you affixed it back onto your head, laughing at his gesture.

Boothill chuckled and took his own cowboy hat out from behind his back and restored it to its rightful place, finger tips tracing the rim.

“I guess you're right y/n, I look plenty forking good in mine”

He wasn’t wrong, it was the perfect compliment to his appearance, basically the cherry on top. Though he’d look good in anything, and as you’d learned today, in nothing at all.

”Stop looking at me like that, your making this cowboy weak in the knees”

He smiled and cupped a hand to your face, bringing it in for gentle kiss, hat tipping up slightly as it met your own. Gazing into his eyes you felt something in your chest flicker, the warmth heating you from the inside out. Boothills lips parted slightly, still keeping eye contact.

”y/n, I lov-“

The door swung open and loud footsteps entered the room, as well as very slow clapping.

”well, well, well, it seems that two love birds have made their way into my nest”

Boothill pushed himself away from you, rushing to face the intruder.

You however, didn’t even have to look to know who stood there.

Sure enough Sunday, head of the oak family stood there bathing in the golden light spilling in from the hallway.

“I think I’ve allowed this to go on for long enough”

He reached out a gloved hand, holding a single director's baton pointed towards Boothill.

Without thinking you leaped towards your bag and before you knew it your revolver was firmly in hand, lining up a shot you effortlessly took.

The baton flew from his hand, clattering somewhere across the room. It wasn’t much of a distraction, but it was enough.

Long enough to grab Boothill's hand, and feel the glass shattering as you both jumped through the window.

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You knew these streets like the back of your hand, weaving your way through them was easy. However, trying to lose Sunday was not. Every turn you made you saw a flash of blue hair through the crowd, it wasn’t until you cut through a bar that he got stop by a few drunk tourists. You seized the opportunity, cutting through the kitchen and running out the back, Boothills hand still firmly grasping your own. Coming to a fork in the road you shot left, hastily tossing off your blouse to the path on the right.

Hand in hand you both darted through the streets, nearing the edge of town you found a shady hotel. Glancing around quickly you couldn’t find Sunday, and quickly made your way inside.

“Can I help you two with anything”

A well dressed lady said from behind the counter, swaying a bit where she stood.

“I’d like to rent a room for two please”

She put down her drink and held out her hand, in which you placed a large sum of credits. She counted them lazily, most people in penacony drank around this time of night, she most likely hadn’t expected any more guests.

“Here’s the key, last door to the left”

Boothill nodded, grabbing the keys as he began to make his way down the hall.

The rickety door creaked open, revealing a far nicer room than you had expected and was warmly lit by a few well placed wall lights. In the center of the room was a single bed fitted with red crushed velvet covers. Beside it sat a small bar cart, kitted out with all sorts of mixology tools.

“Mighty fine place you’ve found for us”

You closed the door, locking it and sliding in the deadbolt.

“It’s just for the night, until Sunday gets tired and goes back to the grand hotel”

Boothill slid onto the bed, leaning back on his elbows.

“What do you reckon we do come mornin’?”

Taking a seat next to him you sighed

”That part I’m not sure of, I don’t know if I can go back after what I did”

Boothills eyes slid over to you, landing on the gun resting at your hip.

”You never told me you were such a sharp shooter, not every day you see a baton shot right outta someone’s hand”

He was right, Boothill had never seen you actually work. You were a damn good bounty hunter, around him though you were like putty, and you had a feeling he felt the same.

“Normally my targets aren’t as pretty as you”

You replied, Boothills hand slid into yours and he leaned in close.

”you mean it partner?”

You cupped a hand to his face, bringing it mere inches from your own.

”of course I do”

Boothill leaned in, kissing you gently before pulling away.

”Darlin, I don’t know if we will be able to see each other again after tonight, so what do ya say to making the most of it?”

You truly didn’t know what was going to happen come sunrise, so you just nodded.

Boothill smiled and pulled himself up onto the bed, tucking his knees under him, facing away from you.

”I payed a little visit to my mechanic after our last exchange, had em figure out why I went all on the fritz”

The memories of him thrusting himself into you, grinding up to the hilt flashed before your eyes, staining your cheeks red.

Boothill brought a hand up to the back of his neck, pulling his hair away from his back, letting it sit in the crook of his shoulder, falling down his chest.

Your eyes trailed down his back to where the entrance to his gas tank is, shining with new parts you didn’t recognize.

”they fixed it up real nice, said nothin like that should happen again if someone where to- well, put something inside of it”

Scooting in closer you trailed your hand down his back, stopping just before his entrance.

”Well be careful darlin’ don’t be all hasty now, be gentle, and nothin’ more than just your fingers okay”

He spoke clearly and with a tender air, but you felt him shaking under your touch, and you’d bet credits on his face being a deep shade of scarlet.

Slowly you traced the entrance with your fingers, feeling his back arch under your touch. Caressing him gently you slowly began to slip inside, his port hole wasn’t very large, you could only fit a couple fingers inside maximum. The tank was strangely warm, lined with a ribbed silicon that was clearly meant to take the nozzle of a gas pump.

Boothills hips ground against the bed, and low whimpers slipped past his lips.

Sliding your fingers out to the edge, you stopped.

”Am I hurting you?”

Boothill shifted, leaning back towards you slightly.

“No- your not”

He said in a low breathy voice.

”how does it uhm- feel?”

“It feels…”

Boothill shifted again, tucking his hands between his thighs.

“Well- forking great”

He gasped out, leaning back further to push your fingers back inside of him.

Emboldened by his words you slipped your fingers back inside, pressing on the warm walls that surrounded them.

You felt him clench around you with every pump, hips grinding as you slid in and out of him.

”did you always know you could do this?”

His back rolled to the rhythm of your fingers, the movement going all the way down to to his hips.

“To be completely honest partner-“

A gasp loosed from his lips before he continued to speak.

”I hadnt a clue before that day in the closet, usually that hole’s business only”

Looking over Boothills shoulder you saw his cock hard against the stretched fabric of his pants, hand gently rubbing against it.

You quickened your pace slightly, deepening the pressure against those silicon walls. Fingers caressing his insides he groaned, head tipping back.

Boothills hands freed his length from his leather pants, and began to stroke it gently.

Hot liquid oozed from his entrance, your fingers now slick with his arousal.

”h-harder”

Boothill moaned and you conceded, pumping your fingers into him harder.

Scooting in closer you brought your lips to his outstretched neck, kissing the exposed surface.

Tender walls gushed around your digits, pulling you in every time you began to pull out. You felt your own arousal building, watching Boothill melt under your touch.

Boothills hands worked ferociously around his cock, hips bucking into his grasp. Pearls of oil formed at the tip, running down the length before being picked up by his thrusting.

Roving your fingers against his insides you found an extra tender spot, Boothill moaned, head flying back once more.

His hands quickened, whimpering as you pumped inside him.

Boothill leaned back into you as your tongue ran over his neck, leaving a trail of pink blemishes in its wake.

His silky walls began to convulse against your fingers as you ground against his sweet spot.

”I’m c-close”

He muttered out. Gently biting down on his silicon neck you coaxed your fingers into him, pumping in and out as his hips bucked wildly. His entrance swallowed your fingers entirely, walls sucking you in as he reached his climax.

Sopping arousal flowed from him, gushing out from around your fingers.

You watched as oil spurted forward from his cock, landing on the bed sheets infront of him.

Boothill leaned back against you chest, puffing as he rode out the remainder of his orgasm.

You quietly watched his face, tracing the curves and lines of it with your eyes, soaking it in thoroughly.

“Your- quite good at that darlin-“

As he laid against your chest you kissed his exposed neck, his head thrown back resting on your shoulder.

Lifting up a hand boothill gently stroked your cheek.

”Darlin, I want to see you again, and then again after that, is that selfish of a rotten cowboy like me?”

His eyes caught yours, beyond the artificial glass you could see deep yearning, and beyond that an earnest plea.

“I can’t say that I don’t feel the same Boothill, but I don’t know how we could make that work”

Boothill propped himself up on an arm, and stared towards the singular tiny window your room held.

“I’ve been thinking a bit, about how to get Sunday off my forking back”

His eyes slid back to you

”and well what if I get rid of a problem of his, He wants the IPC off his back, I could do that for him easy, and it would be me closer to that shirt bag Oswaldo Schneider”

Dragging a finger down his sculpted metal torso you pondered his words.

”I- I don’t know, it's worth a shot though”

Boothill smiled and moved in closer.

”then I reckon we go pay our ol’ pal Sunday a visit tomorrow, you tie me up real nice and walk me into his office like a prize”

He nuzzled his nose against your chin, tilting your head up and he spoke his next words against your flesh.

”Then you cut me loose, and we make darn sure he knows taking our offer is his only choice”

Pressing a kiss to your neck and slinked back away, further onto the bed.

”So what do you say, partner?”

You moved your way towards him, propping yourself up on one of his legs.

”I think it's worth a shot”

A feline smile creeped across Boothills face.

”Now that’s what I like to hear”

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Boothill pulled you in tight, wrapping his metal frame around you in something like a spoon, your back flush to his chest.

His cold hands grazed your collar bone before reaching down to slowly unclasp your shirt. Boothill tenderly removed each button, only the silent ruffle of the blouse filling the air amongst shallow breaths.

The fabric was soft against your skin as he slid it down your back, rendering your upper half defenseless against the cold air.

Boothill placed a hand on your ribs, pulling you in closer before pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Ever since that day I saw you in the alley, I’ve wanted to do this”

Another kiss found its way to your skin, this time further down along your spine.

”To know every inch of you”

His hands slid down your torso before flipping you onto your stomach.

Boothill climbed on top of you, gently straddling your hips right before the small of your back.

Leaning down as far as he could he kissed along your spine once more, hair falling down to caress your back. He continued slowly making his way down, hands following the movement along your sides. His hands were warm against your tender skin and left goose flesh in their wake.

Boothill now straddling your thighs slid his hands underneath you, finding the button for your pants and releasing it.

After very little struggle your pants had found their way onto the floor and he started again laying gentle kisses along your body.

With every kiss you felt heat swell in your core, the softness in his composure had you melting to his every touch.

Boothill stopped when he reached your back side, his hands sliding down the small of your back, spreading it apart.

At first all you could feel was his hot breath against your tender flesh, then soft lips pressed against the pit of your leg. Boothill kissed along your inner thigh, teeth lightly grazing in places, but never enough to hurt.

A trail of spit in his wake, Boothill finally arrived at his destination and you felt as his tongue pierced your entrance.

Pushing your face into the pillow you moaned, and your fist grabbed another nearby, nails digging into the fabric.

Boothill’s tongue pushed deeper inside you, gently tracing the inner chamber.

His grip tightened around your backside, spreading the skin apart even further in order to press himself deeper into you.

Loathing the thin hotel walls you bit down on the fabric that encased your face, desperately trying to muffle your moans.

Boothill slipped his tongue out of your opening briefly, licking the space around it before plunging his tongue back in.

His tongue was unnaturally long, penetrating you far deeper than you would expect, you wondered if he his tongue extended on purpose.

Boothills tongue lapped at your insides fiercely, churning your walls for what felt like hours in between brief intermissions of him kissing the skin surrounding it.

Finally Boothill pulled back, tongue slipping out of you as he rested back onto his knees.

“As much as I love using my tongue to make you squirm darlin’ I just can’t bear to miss out on the fun”

Boothill said, his voice rolling over your naked skin as it made its way to your ears.

Warm metal hands loosened their grip around your thighs, and though you couldn’t see, you heard the distinct sound, as you have heard many times now, of his belt buckle coming free.

“While I sure loved the feeling of you inside me..”

You felt his hair brush up against your back as his face leaned in close to your ear.

”I think I prefer being inside you more”

The whirring of metal filled your ears and you envisioned the mechanism that made up his lower half, the way it unfurled from inside him to make up the great length.

You then felt the tip of it brush up against your entrance, the heat of it shooting straight through you, burning your core to molten.

The sensation had you grinding your hips back into him, eagerly trying to plunge the length inside of you.

Boothill obeyed as the steamy mechanism pressed deeper into you, your grip on the sheets tightened with each centimeter.

Finally, his hips were flush with yours, cock fully embedded within you right down to the hilt.

No matter how many times you had taken him you still couldn’t get used to the size and heat of it. Your entire mind narrowed down to the beast that was buried inside you, tracing the heat that poured off it as it went through your body.

Boothills grip tightened before he slowly slid back out rolling his hips to press the head of his cock against your sweet spot. He then quickly plunged back into base, repeating the process over and over, gradually quickening his pace.

It wasn’t long before he was thrusting himself into you over and over, feeling his cock pulsate inside you as he moaned into the open air.

You bucked your hips wildly against him, you were already so damn horny from fingering him earlier you were damn near about to bust.

His cock continued to slam into you, making that feeling all the more imminent.

Boothills moans turned into whines and groans, confirming your suspicion that he was still sensitive from cumming earlier, and was also nearing his end.

Just then his length began to vibrate and you felt your insides churn into what felt like hot lava.

“Darlin, I’m about ready to-“

His voice was cut off by another moan as you arced your hips back into him, desperate to have him deep inside you.

That vibrating began to pick up right as boothill bucked himself deeper into you, snapping that tether that was already so thin inside you.

Boothill pounded into you as you rode out your climax, your eyes rolled back in your head as pure ecstasy crashed over you.

Body shaking you felt those thrusts slow down as hot liquid spurted out of him, your insides warm with the weight of it.

You felt every inch as he slid out of you, the movement highlighted by the sensitivity of your walls.

Breathing hot air into the pillow you mustered up the strength to pull yourself up, flipping around to face him.

Glancing down you saw boothill tying off the end of the protective silicon, and you sighed with relief that he had the foresight to put one on.

You felt as he slipped the rest out of you, the lack of its warmth was instantly noticeable, so noticeable it had you reaching for your underwear while boothill went to throw it away.

He was back in the time it took you to put them on, crawling into the space between your legs.

As the daze wore off Boothills face came into view, and it felt like everything else melted away. Moments like this reminded you of how different he truly was from what you thought. You had imagined a crazed gunslinger when you saw his poster, a man entirely driven by murder. Now before you was a man who relished in gentle touch and blushed when he tried to be bold.

His face was a mix of smugness, and pure yearning, his eyes met yours and that expression was now too close to see.

His forehead touched yours, and he tilted both of your faces up with it, lips meeting in response.

He kissed you gently, pulling back every now and then to look at your face.

You couldn’t help but laugh into the air between your lips, Boothill paused at the sound, pulling back briefly.

”what is it partner? Did I do something funny?”

Blush crept across his face, and his eyes wandered from yours.

‘It’s just, your nothing like I thought you would be”

He perked back up, facing you once more before bringing a hand to your face.

”I see how it is, here I thought I was the one head over heels, turns out you were dreaming of me before we even met”

You felt your cheeks heat, you went to open your mouth when you felt his lips meet it.

Any thought of retorting melted away as the kiss deepened, your hands finding their way into his silky hair.

Lips finally breaking apart he pulled away, hands moving under you to rest against your back.

Lowering himself down into you his head met your chest, chin resting against it.

”we have a big day tomorrow darlin, better get some shut eye while we can”

It suddenly dawned on you this was the first night you two had ever spent together, honestly you weren’t even sure robots needed to sleep.

As if he read the question on your face he smiled.

”While its not strictly necessary, it is much kinder on the motherboard to not be awake”

You merely nodded and watched as his hair splayed down his back, and pooled at your sides.

Through half lidded eyes the cowboy stared up at you, long eyelashes fluttering as they threatened to shut.

The atmosphere of the room surrounded you in what felt like a hug, to have him here, finally getting to spend the night with him, hit you all at once.

You realized you wanted it to be like this every night, and tomorrow you were prepared to fight for it.

Though neither of you were asleep yet, looking at each other like this, you swore you were already dreaming

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Sorry it’s been so long since I have updated this fic! The last two terms have been so busy for me I have had no down time to write this T_T. But now its summer and I am free! So look forward to the final chapter hopefully within this month! Until then, I highly recommend going back and re reading the fic! I am also doing that as a refesher for everything I have set up, so I implore you to do the same. Plus it’s a fun read haha, it’s better than I remember! Thankyou for your patience, and see you soon for the finale! :3