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Dawn’s head was buzzing. Maybe going to her first house party since junior year of university was a bad idea- but it would have been kind of a dick move to change her mind after she already told Gutsman she’d be going. Maybe it was a lapse of judgement on her part, but the way he’d described things- it sounded like a much smaller event with mostly people she knew.
She looked down into her red solo cup and swirled the warm punch around. And as a stranger stumbled past her towards the stairs, the truth was as plain as the watch on her wrist and the creases under her eyes.
Dawn did not belong here, and her body had known it long before she did. Was that just the bump of the song or was that her pulse? She exhaled through her nose and pressed her back to the wall. She took a drink from her cup, but the punch didn’t really help her dry mouth. She took her eyes off the floor and glanced over the room, looking for familiar silhouettes. Bombman was a standout, laughing along with his own group on the other side of the room. Stoneman was ducking outside. She noticed Concrete man and Gutsman too, but they looked busy going through the song list.
‘Shit, is it weird all my friends are robots?’ Dawn huffed to herself. She goes for another swig of punch but changes her mind. Instead, she pushes off her wall and goes to the kitchen of the stranger’s house. It's not as crowded in there and her shoulders loosen.
She nods when someone she didn’t know politely greeted her. She dunked the contents of her cup into the sink and threw the cup itself in the trash. Dawn sighed and leaned against the counter, letting her head dip and her hair fall around her face. She just needed a breather.
“Oh, hey! How’s it goin’? Didn’t know you were here!” it was the unmistakable voice of Oilman, and he was addressing her.
Dawn turned around. “Oh- I’m alright. You?”
Oil raised a brow. “You sure? You seem off.” he sounds concerned, but Dawn just felt her stomach churn. Before she could even think of a response, Oilman was chiming in again. “Y’know, if you wanna cool off, you could go chill upstairs. Nobody’s gonna care.”
Dawn purses her lips. That’s not a bad idea. “Yeah, uh. Thanks. I think I’ll do that.”
“All good. I’ll check in on ya, ‘kay?” Oilman grins and gives a thumbs-up.
Dawn smiles awkwardly and nods. She turns to leave, weaving around partygoers until she gets to the stairs, which are thankfully empty. About halfway up, she’s stopped short as a hand claps over her shoulder. She turns, relaxing when she sees Gutsman’s smile. He’s practically filling the whole stairway.
“There you are! They're gonna play-” he furrows his brow and he trails off. “Somethin’ wrong, babe?” His voice is soft when he speaks again.
“I’ll be okay,” she hesitated. “I just need a second.”
Gutsman glanced out at the party. “Come on, we’re blocking the stairs.” He doesn't leave any room to argue, his jaw set as he nudges Dawn up to the second floor landing. Luckily, the first door Dawn tries is open.
It's a pretty unremarkable bedroom. The lights were off, except the warm light from an attached bathroom casting over sparse decorations: a bookshelf and a chair opposite the bed- It was probably a guest room, actually. Dawn plops down on the side of the bed, letting out a thick sigh. She looks up in time to see Gutsman ducking through the door and closing it behind him. He crosses the room and sits beside her, hooking his arm over her shoulder and pulling her close.
“Gutsman…” She mumbles.
“I'm just makin’ sure you're alright, Sunshine.” Guts had a way of softening his gruff voice that made Dawn’s shoulders relax.
“I'll be ok,” she echoes. “You can go, I'll be down when I'm ready.” Despite what she'd said, Dawn was snuggling against him.
Gutsman’s grip firmed. “I'm not going anywhere until you do, missy. I wanna take care of you,” he reassured her.
Dawn breathed out through her nose and a smile tugs at her lips. She shifts, craning up to kiss Guts on the cheek. Guts chuckles and wraps his hand around her waist.
“See? It's workin’ already,” he hums, pulled out of his amusement as Dawn hoists herself up to kiss him on the mouth. He slides his hand up her back and pulls her in deeper. Seeking a better position, she loosely wraps her arms around Guts' neck and straddles his thigh, barely breaking from him in the process.
Gutsman groans, pulling away. “You're taking this kinda far.”
“What, you think we’re going to get caught or something?”
“Exactly,” Guts hesitates. “This is kinda risky- in general,” he gestures vaguely.
“I don’t know-” Dawn trails off. “It’s kinda hot.” She looks away, humming.
Guts tenses his jaw. “You’re too much, you know that?” he says flatly.
A smile spreads across Dawn’s lips and she leans in, pressing herself flush against him. “I dunno, you seem perfectly capable of handling me,” Dawn purrs. She’s nothing like the wallflower from a few minutes ago, pressing her leg into his pelvic plate and rubbing like she was in her own bedroom. The music thrumming from below rumbles through Guts’ frame, making Dawn squirm on his thigh with a small noise.
Guts’ finger joints tighten, but just as quickly, he loosens them. He lets a groan escape from him and she reciprocates, leaning into her touch and tilting his leg up. Dawn’s gasp turns into a giggle, which intensifies as Gutsman dips his head and presses an open-mouthed kiss to her neck. “Gutsman!” she trills, crying sharply as another vibration courses through him. It’s unbearably hot in her lower belly, tingles running up her spine. Dawn shimmies her hips and replaces her knee against Gut’s crotch with her hand.
“I want to blow you,” she tells him.
Guts pulls his hands off her, chuckling. “Gee, you’re forward.” He leans in. “Not that I’m gonna turn that down.”
Snorting, Dawn pulls herself off his lap and settles between his thighs. “Didn’t think you would.” she hums, pushing her hair behind her ears. She turns her attention to unbuttoning her pants while Guts fiddles with himself. A heavy clunk sounds, and the tip of Guts’ cock barely misses her nose.
“Gee,” Dawn parrots, mimicking Guts' inflection, “you’re forward.” Dawn grins, sighing. From where she's kneeling, Guts' dick is blocking his face.
She takes him in hand, tilting him to the side so she can make eye contact.
“... just one more second, though.” Dawn slides her hand down the front of her top, which was off-the shoulder. There’s a little ‘pop’ as she releases one of her cups, followed shortly by the other.
Gutsman swallows, watching intently as Dawn tugs her shirt down and lets her breasts fall out. “Damn,” he huffs, eyes wide. Guts had seen her naked before, not just when she was trying to get a rise out of him, but when she was changing or getting out of the shower- no matter what, Guts' reaction was always the same. Dawn always found her cheeks warming up whenever he looked at her like that.
Her hands slipped up to his cock again, and she took her time feeling him out- thumbing the ridges on his black and yellow underside, palming the round tip. The color matching to the rest of him was so good that it had to be a custom job, and whoever endowed Guts had built him for pleasure.
Dawn was more than happy to appreciate the craftsmanship, stroking him long and slow. She kissed his head, casting a sultry glance up into Guts' eyes before she wrapped her lips around him. Guts groans watching her, tilting his head back when the sensation hits. Dawn swirls her tongue around his cockhead, taking one of her hands off him and slipping it down her pants. Using her middle finger, she rolls her clit and adds to the slickness that’s already gathered between her lips.
“Does that feel good?” Dawn purrs as she pulls off briefly, pumping with a twisting motion along his shaft. She doesn't wait for a reply before she sinks back onto him, a string of drool rolling down her chin. All Gutsman manages is another warbling moan, gripping stiffly at the edge of the mattress. Dawn groans in turn, sliding two fingers inside herself as her tongue ratchets over his ridges.
With the festivities still in full swing below, music making the floor lurch- another swell of confidence rears its head. She pulls her hand off him and braces it on his inner thigh. She swallows Guts’ cock down until her nose kisses metal. It feels good for a second- until Dawn’s throat tightens and she remembers she has a gag reflex. Instinct forces her off him and she coughs on her own spit, damp hand coming out of her pants so she can put her face in her elbow.
“You ok?” Gutsman’s voice is husky still, and he leans forward to look at her.
“Yeah- yeah, I’m fine.” Dawn manages, swallowing. “Got a little carried away,” she chokes out, laughing. Dawn takes a breath and stands back up, wrapping her arms loosely around Guts’ neck and kissing him. His hands slide up her back and he pulls her closer, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Humming, Dawn pushes back against him, rocking her hips forward at the little jolt of pleasure she gets as Guts' finger brushes over the small of her back.
“Mhm, what now?” Dawn sighs as she pulls away.
“I've got a couple ideas,” Gutsman purrs. His thumbs hook into the waistband of Dawn's pants and he tugs them down. She squeaks as cool air hits her ass, biting her lip and groaning as Gutsman’s hand slides over the curve of her backside. “You're so warm...” Guts mumbles, giving a cheek a squeeze.
Dawn ran her hand over the back of his helm, “I don't suppose your ‘ideas’ were just feeling me up?” she coos.
Gutsman scoffs, but his smile remains. “I'm getting to it, if you’ll wait two seconds.”
Dawn chuckles and sticks her tongue out, earning a playful growl. “Alright, take your pants off,” Guts rumbles.
He stands, making Dawn gasp before she eagerly fumbles to kick her slacks the rest of the way off. Once they're on the floor, Dawn chokes out another noise as she's hoisted up. Her arms sling around Guts' neck, but even if she didn't hold on, he'd have no problem keeping her steady with her legs around his waist.
Dawn shudders as Guts' tip brushes her cunt. “Fuck me-” she whimpers, rolling her head against his neck.
Gutsman grunts as he shifts Dawn's weight onto one hand to grab his cock and line himself up. “Ready, Sunshine?” he hums. She nods against him, and he lets her sink down on him.
Dawn trills, sparks shooting up her back when his girth presses against her walls. His thickness was more noticeable than his length when he was inside- and no matter how used to him she got, Dawn always felt stretched when he pushed in. Her fingers tense as Guts bottoms out with a sigh. He lingers for a moment, just the two of them flush against one another, Dawn's breaths falling on him- and then he starts moving.
His rhythm is steady at first, with deep strokes where every last ridge sends its own shock of bliss through Dawn. Gut’s tip nudges against her g-spot and she's mewling into his metal shoulder and digging her nails into his paint. A shuddering drum kick from below sends a quake through Gutsman and Dawn cries out, her legs tightening around him, followed by another that makes her crow again.
Turns out, metal is a very good conductor for tremors, and every bump of bass from the speakers below went straight through Guts' cock- effectively making a vibrator of him.
Guts falters, his hips slowing. Dawn wines and rocks herself against him. “Faster-!” she bleats, and her request is granted. She's pressed to the wall now, the second connection point only allowing the shuddering from below to intensify.
The lewd, wet slapping from Gut’s movements are almost louder than the sound of him moaning. His eyes open and he gives a lopsided smile. “I’m getting to like this,” he heaves.
Dawn giggles through moans and she buries her face in his neck. Heat builds in her belly and bleeds into her chest all the way into her throat and a fuzzy feeling overtakes her. “I’m close-” she manages to say.
Gutsman makes a labored noise and doubles his efforts, half in an effort to make Dawn cum and the other to chase his own orgasm. He throbs- hard, a thick glob of precum warming her insides further.
Dawn’s head is spinning.
One more rumble from below, and the dam breaks. Dawn throws her head back, squealing and moaning recklessly while her muscles tighten. Guts howls when she contracts around him, signalling a hot load shooting right up into Dawn and making her choke on a gasp.
Gutsman steps back and sits back on the bed abruptly, making the frame wine. Dawn presses a few stray kisses to his jaw and lays her head against him. “You did a good job-” she shudders, “taking care of me.”
Gutsman hums and tightens his hold on her. “Wouldn't be a good man if I didn't,” he sighs, rubbing small circles on her back with his thumb.
Dawn lets out a tired chuckle and relaxes against him, content to sit like that a while-
The door swings open. “Hey just comin’ to che-” Oilman cuts himself off, eyes flicking between the two of them, face falling as the scene before him sinks in- and he slams the door shut again.
Gutsman is looking over his shoulder in bewilderment and Dawn deflates. “Wh- what was that? Why didn't he knock?” he sputters.
Dawn groans, pressing the ball of her palm into her forehead. “I don’t know,” she huffs, “just- let me off,” she mumbles. She swipes her pants up as soon as her feet are on the ground again and shuffles to the bathroom. Dawn mutters under her breath as she wipes the cum off her inner thighs, handing Guts a clump of toilet paper for himself when she hears him coming in after her.
She gets dressed again, glancing over her shoulder in time to see Guts as he finishes awkwardly stuffing himself back in his housing. She runs her fingers through her hair and moves for the door. “Let’s just get out of here.” Dawn sighs.
