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Velveteen pushes open the door to Maximilion's study, gently calling out, “Maxie?”
“In the back,” is her reply. The back of their study consists of what Velveteen has dubbed the Blood Reserves, a little nook filled with their supply. There is Maximilion, seated on the floor, feeding tube leading from her jaws to the bag in her lap. They pat the ground next to them, and Velveteen gladly joins, one wing curled loosely around his partner.
They're quiet for a moment, before Velveteen asks an innocent enough “how was your day?” The question however leads Maximilion on a tangent about several customers with less than stellar attitudes- something the mirror has learned to ignore by now, but.. it was flesh. It didn't fully understand what it was like for them. “They can't talk to you like that.”
Maximilion throws his arms up, “I know!” He crosses his arms, releasing a huff from the steam vents on his neck and tail.
“You know, I'd gladly… take them out for you,” the mirror supplies. For a moment, Maximilion tilts her head in what Velveteen has come to know as a smile.
“Oh, no need. I gave them a very stern talking to.” Velveteen shudders.
The blood bag is empty, and Maximilion removes the feeding tube with practiced ease, packing it away and leading Velveteen back into the main room. They make themselves comfortable on the wine red cushions.
Maximilion is the first to speak, “why'd you visit, anyway?”
The mirror gives a sharp grin in return, leaning in close and growling out, “was missing you.” The bot rattles slightly, releasing steam again.
“Shhow me-” she slurs, drunk off her recent feeding, “show me how much you missed me.” And with it comes the unmistakable click of her crotch panel opening.
Velveteen chuckles, “sure thing, Maxie.” Without hesitation, he pulls down their pants and gets to work, fingers playing with her entrance while he licks at the metallic skin surrounding. Maximilion lets out a staticy little noise as one of his partners fingers slips inside.
“Another,” Maximilion insists, and another finger joins the first. She keens, hips rocking lightly. “Good boy~” they purr, and Velveteen hums appreciatively, free hand moving down to palm at its slit. It pumps his fingers, tongue finally joining them to a delightfully lewd moan.
“Lemme see yer cock,” Velveteen mumbles breathily. One of Maximilion's hands cuffs his ear and she uses it to pull him in closer.
“Earn it.”
The mirror whines at her commanding tone, cock slipping free with a wet pop. He adds another finger, free hand hovering for a moment before landing on the robotic dragon's thigh. He rubs his tongue along the parts of her cock he can reach, panting in excitement.
He continues his dutiful work while Maximilion runs her claws over the scales on his head and neck. “You're so pretty down there, all desperation to make me feel good, not even paying attention to yourself…” Velveteen whines, shuffling and squeezing their thigh. “Go on pretty boy, touch yourself.”
Hesitantly, it reaches down to wrap it's hand around it's cock, whimpering and pumping lightly. Finally, finally his prize begins to slide free. The moment any is outside he takes it into his mouth, moaning and licking at their slit sloppily. His fingers stay inside, pumping hard as he begins to suck their cock in earnest- and Maximilion gives a static laced sigh, lightly rocking her hips.
“Good boy~” she hums. “Soo good for me.” ‘Yes yes I'm your good boy,’ Velveteen would love to say, ‘I'm your perfect pretty boy yes yes yes-’
Maximilion pulls him off by the ear. “Enough. Get down- ass up.” He scrambles to do so, craning his head over his wings to look back as it presents itself for her. She runs a claw gently along his slit, marveling at the string of slick that connects them as she pulls away. “So wet for me…”
Velveteen nods, “just for you, Maxie.” He shakes his ass, tail held high. “I'm all yours.”
The robotic dragon lines up and slides in with one smooth motion, and Velveteen howls, wings fluttering. “Ah- Maxie! Y-yes, please pleaseee…” She waits for him to calm, hands running up its back and along its wings, claws catching lightly on his scales.
Once he's relaxed, she leans forward, resting one hand next to her partner's shoulder as the other goes down to his hip, claws digging in. She growls, “mine,” and thrusts once, twice-
Velveteen howls again as it cums, Maximilion's hands moving from it's hip to it's cock and pumping hard. “Please-!” His wings and tail shudder, head craning back and mouth falling open. She takes the opportunity to unlock her own jaw, long, prehensile tongue slipping into her partner's mouth and wrapping around his own. He lets out a series of whines as Maximilion starts to properly thrust.
“Mine,” they say. “You're mine- my fuckhole, my good boy.” Velveteen tries his best to nod, but he's too lost in the throes of pleasure to do anything but make pretty little noises and weakly push his hips back.
Maximilion pulls away from the kiss, instead going in to bite at his neck, sharp fangs breaking through the scales and skin nearly immediately. He whines, neck craning to give them more room, which they take advantage of to leave little bite marks all over the expanse of their partner’s neck. Near the base of his shoulder they bite hard- tongue lapping the blood into their mouth and down their throat.
She pulls back, “you taste so good-” before going back in for more. It's not a good as ichor, but the sweet taste and sensation of fucking finally sends her over the edge. “Velveet-” she cuts herself off with a loud whine, steam vents releasing as her eyes flutter shut and she slumps, effectively trapping the mirror.
“Maxie…” the robotic dragon hums. “I love you.”
She shuffles for a second, pulling out (to a sweet little noise from Velveteen), and laying down next to him- to which he curls a wing around her and smiles.
“I love you too.”