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Lawrie felt like his body was on autopilot. Like it was second nature, like pulling Meeple in and kissing him was the most natural course of action.
Their robotic lips parted after a good minute. Meeple looked up at Lawrie with a playful grin, his previous anxiety having completely dissipated by now. Meeple's metallic cheeks were covered in a faint purple tint, and Lawrie's cheeks also had a bit of a pink glow to them. Lawrie matched Meeple's expression with a smug grin.
Lawrie repositioned his arm, moving it up to be wrapped around Meeple's shoulders. Meeple scooted closer, resting against Lawrie. He couldn't believe what was happening. Lawrie held Meeple close, but his embrace wasn't very tight, not at all. Meeple had the option to unwrap from the embrace if he so wished. But Meeple wouldn't want that. Meeple wanted to stay right there, as close to Lawrie as he could.
Lawrie glanced down at the just-slightly-shorter 8-ball-headed robot. He simply stared blankly at Meeple. Meeple treated Lawrie's arms like a personal blanket, snuggling up closer to him for warmth—despite not needing any warmth, the kitchen being perfectly tempered—like a cat trying to cuddle, almost. After staying like that for a good minute, Meeple shifted a bit against Lawrie's torso, to turn to face the coffee machine again. In that moment, he was reminded of the cup of coffee he'd prepared himself moments before. He could see the black, tar-like coffee filling the cup nearly to the brim. You probably could barely call it coffee, it was more like petroleum. They were robots, after all.
Meeple grabbed the mug filled with coffee by the handle, and brought it to his lips for a sip. He swallowed the coffee that he just ingested, and Lawrie watched him do so attentively. He watched as Meeple's lips pressed against the rim of the mug, he watched the way he so calmly sipped the tarry liquid, and watched as something reminiscent of an adam's apple bobbing up and down played out on the front of Meeple's neck as he swallowed the liquid.
"You... mind if I stay a while longer, Meeple?" Lawrie asked, his voice a soft, low, vibrating tone that was still overlayed by a layer of faint, electronic, robotic buzzing. "Don't ask stupid questions like that." Meeple replied, taking another sip of his icky-looking, pitch-black coffee. He then tilted his head back to look up at the robot-cop behind him, with a playful grin. "Of course I don't mind..." He reassured, the triangular purple display on his forehead now displaying a heart symbol. That small detail made Lawrie's robotic heart flutter.
The two robots then fell into a moment of silence, Meeple's eyes gazing into Lawrie's—and vice-versa—while Meeple kept his head tilted back to face the patrol-bot behind him. "What prompted you to... you know, take initiative like that though?" Meeple asked, wondering what was up with Lawrie suddenly making an advance like that. Not that he was complaining, of course.
"Well, it was kind of something that's... been bubbling for a while, I guess you could say." Lawrie elaborated haphazardly. He scorned himself mentally a little, looking off to the side with a huff before peering back towards Meeple.
"Look, what I'm trying to say is that... I like you, Meeple. I really do. 'm just not used to being this personal with someone, so bear with me.." Lawrie muttered, with another huff to top it off. Meeple chuckled softly, raising himself on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Lawrie's cheek, eliciting a soft blush from Lawrie's cheeks.
"You're silly, Lawrie." Meeple said with a chortle. "I like you too. If you couldn't tell..." He added, a soft lavender-shaded blush of his own sparking on his cheeks.
"...Keep playing around like that and I'll screw you silly." Lawrie added, with a flustered face and frisky grin. Meeple's eyes widened a bit, this reply taking him by surprise. His blush intensified, lavender turning to a faint violet; as he chuckled to himself a bit. Deep down, that sounded like a dream.
Meeple un-tilted his head thereafter, facing forward normally again. His eyes were gazing down into the black coffee in the mug he held. "That makes us a couple now, doesn't it?" Meeple asked casually. Lawrie blinked. "Yeah... I think." He replied, semi-awkwardly. "Can't believe I managed to stumble my way into getting together with him. Maybe I'm not that much of a social trainwreck after all..." Meeple thought, oblivious to Lawrie's eyes aimed directly at the top of his round head. "He's snuggled up to me so nicely... He's so f***ing adorable. I can't believe I managed to get with him." Lawrie thought, whilst blankly staring at Meeple's globe-like head from above.
"...Would it be fine if I stayed with you today?" Lawrie inquired. Meeple blinked, Lawrie's question registering in his mind. Meeple tilted his head back a bit—less than earlier—to look at Lawrie. "I'd be glad if you did, but... don't you have stuff to do today?" Meeple replied interrogatively, raising an eyebrow at the cop robot.
"Oh, no, that's fine. I'm sure nobody's dropping dead from me not showing up at the HQ today, and if R-T or Larry really need me, they can just call me." Lawrie nonchalantly replied, dismissive of his security duties. "I'm sure Larry wouldn't mind covering for me, he's the type to do that whole patrolling thing for fun." He rambled, eliciting a chuckle from Meeple.
"Whatever you say, Lawrie." Meeple chortled. He subsequently tilted his head forward again and took a final sip of his coffee, finishing it. Afterwards, Meeple unwrapped himself from Lawrie's lightly-gripping yet securely-wrapped arms—much to Lawrie's dismay—and walked over to the kitchen sink with his empty mug. Faded stains were left behind here and there inside of the mug, which were of the same icky pitch-black petroleum color as Meeple's coffee. Meeple then dunked the empty mug into the sink, planning to wash it later. He turned to look at Lawrie.
"What do you feel like doing today, then?" Meeple inquired, leaning against the kitchen counter. His eyes were locked onto Lawrie. "Well... Honestly, I don't mind, as long as we do something together." The robot-cop replied.
"Not exactly a helpful answer..." Meeple thought. He then got an idea, with a playful smirk creeping on his robotic lips. He got up off the counter, and passed by Lawrie, proceeding to head into the living room. Lawrie watched with a confused expression. He watched as Meeple walked over to the couch in the living room and took a seat. He watched as Meeple turned sideways, now facing Lawrie's direction, with one leg staying off the couch while the other was laid down parallel to the backrest-cushions. He looked right into Lawrie's eyes with a playful, inviting expression, telling him to come closer, like a non-verbal, silent siren song of sorts. Lawrie's eyes widened a bit, not exactly having expected a move like this from Meeple.
But he went along with it. He approached the couch—and by extent, Meeple—and stood at the end of it, peering down at the 8-ball-headed geek. With a curious glance and slight smirk, he knelt down onto the couch, and crawled over to Meeple, positioning himself right between Meeple's parted legs. Meeple's smirk widened at the sight, his pink pawn-like forearms clamping around Lawrie the second he got close. Reactively, Lawrie's arms circled around Meeple as well.
Meeple laid back against the couch, his head and shoulders coming to rest against the couch's arm. Laying down also caused Lawrie to be pulled down with him. Lawrie came to lay on top of Meeple, his head resting against Meeple's neck. To get back at Meeple for his bold moves, Lawrie crawled a little higher, and proceeded to pepper a flurry of pecks and kisses onto Meeple's cheek. This elicited a giggle from Meeple, and a faint pastel violet blush from his cheeks.
"I’m not used to you being so affectionate... But it’s endearing. It’s something I could definitely get used to." Meeple stated, the statement interrupting Lawrie's onslaught of soft kisses. “Well, it’s not a side of me that’s for everyone to see.” Lawrie said with a chuckle. Meeple could tell Lawrie's demeanor was way softer, it was very noticeable to him. It was a stark contrast to his typical ‘bad cop’ front.
“So it’s only for my eyes to see? How sweet." Meeple teased, with a snarky grin. Lawrie scoffed playfully at Meeple’s teasing. Lawrie proceeded to unwrap one of his arms from Meeple, his now-free hand slithering down Meeple’s body, until eventually coming to rest on Meeple’s thigh. The 8-ball-headed geek blushed a bit as a response, the subtle tint of lavender purple intensifying just a bit. Lawrie’s other arm stayed wrapped around Meeple, as the cop robot pressed his lips against the side of Meeple’s neck. Meeple tilted his head sideways to give Lawrie more space. Meeple felt chills crawl up his back, upon feeling Lawrie’s lips press against his bare neck.
Lawrie removed his lips from Meeple’s neck, to look up at him, to peer into Meeple’s white, robotic eyes. “Have you heard anything from Draco about the D&D sessions? I thought it was going to be the week after the first, but he said he was ‘busy’ when I called.” He asks, causing Meeple to wonder. “Now that you mention it, no, I haven’t heard from him. Maybe we should ask?” He proposed. Lawrie shrugged. "Probably."
Lawrie's eyes then shifted away from Meeple's face for a moment, before looking back at him, with half-lidded eyes. "Come to think of it, you still upset over what happened last time?" He asked, staring Meeple in the eyes. Meeple took a moment. "...Not really. I think I overreacted a bit after coming back home..." He begun with a sigh, before looking Lawrie straight in the eyes. "You helped a lot with it though. Again, thank you for having been here for me, Lawrie. Really." He said softly. Lawrie's robotic heart could almost melt at the sight.
"You're welcome, Meeple. It's my pleasure to listen to you... In fact, I'm thankful you were willing to trust me enough to tell me about it in the first place." Lawrie expressed, with a warm smile. Meeple's eyes appeared to light up a little upon hearing that from Lawrie. He reciprocated Lawrie's smile. Meeple leaned his head forward to place a soft kiss on Lawrie's cheek, as some sort of response to Lawrie's words.
After reeling his head back and gazing into his now-romantic partner's eyes, Meeple yawned. "I guess we should probably call Draco up and see what he's up to, to see whether or not the D&D sessions are still happening." Meeple concluded. His lips coiled up into a smirk. "But that's a concern for later." He said, tightening his arms' coil around Lawrie, pulling Lawrie's chest against his own. Meeple proceeded to wrap his legs around Lawrie's hips, and pull the cop-robot in for a searing kiss. The robots shut their eyes as they made out, the occasional moan being drawn out from Meeple as Lawrie's tongue delved into the depths of the 8-ball-headed robot's mouth. Lawrie gripped Meeple's thigh with one hand while they made out, the other arm holding him close, while Meeple's arms were clamped around him like a vice and holding him pressed against his own body.
Their tongues parted after about four minutes of making out, their tongues connected by a string of saliva as they parted, the string splitting once their faces were far apart enough. The two peered into each other's eyes. Meeple's cheeks now had a strong violet tint to them, and Lawrie's face was also decently flushed in a shade of coral-pink. Meeple could feel Lawrie's robotic heart beating against his chest. But he felt something else too—he could feel Lawrie's hardness—underneath Lawrie's black full-body suit—against himself, and could feel his own hard-on struggling against the fabric of his boxers, underneath the magenta dolphin shorts he'd changed into the day before; which he still wore.
"Oh my Starrs..." Meeple muttered to himself under his breath. He couldn't believe this was happening. He watched as Lawrie caught on as well, and he watched how Lawrie slid the hand he had previously set on Meeple's thigh up under Meeple's sweater, onto Meeple's bare, metallic chest. Lawrie watched as Meeple's breath hitched upon contact.
In a single move, Lawrie let go of Meeple with his other arm, and slid the other hand down towards the hem of Meeple's sweater. He gripped the hem with both hands, and swiftly undid it from Meeple, leaving him topless. Meeple could feel soft breezes against his chest caused by Lawrie's movements.
As if to match the energy, Meeple reached for Lawrie's dark-red belt, and unbuckled it, causing it to fall onto the couch cushions below with a soft thud. Meeple then proceeded to grip on the black full-body suit Lawrie wore with both hands, and with one firm motion, ripped it open, revealing Lawrie's bare body underneath. Lawrie's eyes widened, his cheeks flushing some more as he certainly hadn't expected Meeple to make a move like this. Meeple could now clearly see Lawrie's excitement tenting the black boxers he had underneath the bodysuit.
Lawrie then proceeded to reach for Meeple's dolphin shorts, pulling them off of him smoothly, leaving Meeple in nothing but the white boxers he wore underneath. Lawrie then scooted back a bit, his eyes raking over Meeple. "What a view..." Lawrie teased, with a wicked smirk. In a way, it delighted Lawrie to know that the bulge on Meeple's boxers was caused by him. Meeple's blush intensified a tad.
"You're really eager for me, aren't'cha, Meeps~?" Lawrie chimed, crawling back closer to Meeple, and grabbing the waistband of Meeple's boxers. Meeple lifted his legs as Lawrie undid Meeple's boxers, finally getting to see his newfound partner with nothing on. Lawrie leaned his hips forward, his clothed erection rubbing against Meeple's entrance. "Really f***ing eager, huh..." Lawrie growled, as he felt the heat radiating from Meeple's entrance through his boxers. Lawrie was practically leaking through his boxers at this point.
Meeple bit his lip, his face flushing a deep shade of purple as he felt Lawrie's clothed tip tease his ass. Meeple re-wrapped his legs around Lawrie's hips, more firmly this time. Lawrie's cock was perfectly lined up with Meeple's hole. Lawrie could see his 8-ball-headed partner's cock twitch in anticipation. Matter of fact, his own member throbbed against the fabric of his boxers.
Lawrie's hand snaked down towards Meeple's ass. The robot-cop held his middle finger out, teasing the entrance slightly before slipping it in gently. He could tell that Meeple was feeling it by the way Meeple's breaths became more ragged. "F***, you're tight." Lawrie expressed, tracing a circle with his finger inside of Meeple for a few seconds—and watching Meeple's soft sharp exhales as a reaction—before pulling his finger back out.
Lawrie retracted his hands, now placing them on the waistband of his own boxers. He slid his own boxers down, revealing his package at last. He grabbed Meeple's hips, before lining himself up with Meeple's entrance. Meeple let out a slight squeak when he felt his partner grip his hips.
The robot-cop rubbed his tip teasingly against the rim of Meeple's hole. Meeple bit his lip, his face flushing a shade of violet—the shade of blush intensifying once he felt Lawrie slide in. "Ngh..." Meeple moaned softly, feeling Lawrie fill him up bit by bit as Lawrie slid inside of him.
"Relax, Meeple... Just relax." Lawrie spoke softly, shifting his left hand away from Meeple's hip and onto Meeple's lower torso, and gently caressing it while he slid his length inside Meeple; all the way to the base. Meeple reactively squirmed a bit.
With that, Lawrie began thrusting in and out of Meeple, eliciting rough moans from Meeple. Nothing but the sounds of Lawrie's low groans, Meeple's pleasured moans, and skin—or rather, oddly flesh-like metal—slapping against skin filled the room. Meeple's fingers almost dug into Lawrie's back while the cop-robot before him went to town with him.
"Ahn... J-Just like that, Lawrie... J-just like... ngh..!" Meeple moaned, throwing his head back. His face was covered in his violet blush, as he grit his teeth, all the while Lawrie rocked him. "F***... I love you, argh, so f***ing much, Meeple..." Lawrie growled while rutting into his partner. The robo-cop picked up the pace of his pistoning, causing Meeple's moans of pleasure to grow louder, and causing Meeple to arch his back. Lawrie's metallic fingers gripped onto Meeple's hips like a crab's claw clasping something—without the harsh pinch, of course.
The two would continue their coupling for about twenty minutes. Lawrie gradually increased the intensity of his thrusts, and Meeple's moans grew louder and more wanton. Eventually...
"Meeple, f***, I'm close..." Lawrie groaned whilst steadily rutting into Meeple, his thrusts turning into pounding. Meeple didn't give much of a reply, seeming too drunk on pleasure to really give a coherent reply. But Lawrie could tell he was close to climaxing as well, evidenced by Meeple's member beginning to twitch. Lawrie pounded into Meeple with a few more powerful thrusts, until he pushed them both over the edge; that's when Lawrie climaxed inside of Meeple, effectively claiming him from within, with Meeple following suit and coming undone soon thereafter. Lawrie's loads were heavy and plentiful, it seems like he'd been eager to do this for quite some time now. Meeple's length shot out thick ropes of seed.
The two took a moment to catch their breath. Both of them were covered in sweat and their own seed. Lawrie's eyes were half-lidded as he peered at Meeple with an expression nothing short of an enchanted one—and Meeple laid spent, with his arm over his own chest, looking up at Lawrie with enamored eyes. Lawrie pulled out, before collapsing besides Meeple, placing an arm around Meeple in the process.
Meeple turned to face Lawrie, and wrapped his arms firmly around the robo-cop. He snuggled up to him, holding and cuddling him like a plushie. Lawrie reciprocated the move, wrapping one arm around Meeple while caressing the 8-ball-headed robot's cheek with the other, moving the caressing hand up atop Meeple's head after caressing him for about half a minute. Meeple could feel his eyelids grow heavy. He couldn't quite explain it, but in that moment, in Lawrie's embrace... He felt so warm and safe.
Meeple awoke hours later. In contrast to it being nearly morning when they made love earlier, it seemed like it was the afternoon by now judging by the sun shining through the home's windows. Lawrie was sound asleep next to him, and the two of them were still just as snuggled up as they were prior to passing out.
He couldn't help but chuckle softly, seeing the rough-and-tough cop asleep and peaceful. It was a stark contrast, but one Meeple surely adored to see. The bits of Lawrie's ripped bodysuit still clinging onto the cop-robot's body served as a playful reminder to their heated session from before, which made Meeple blush a little at the memory of it. He'd be lying if he said he didn't love every second of it, though.
Meeple pressed a kiss against Lawrie's forehead—a soft one, to make sure he didn't wake him up—and slid carefully out from the tangle the two of them had snuggled up into. He got off the couch, stood up and stretched with a yawn.
"First things first, I should go get cleaned, and then I should get dressed... and probably find something for Lawrie as well." He thought to himself. Quietly, he walked towards the bathroom, leaving Lawrie to continue sleeping on the couch. But before entering the bathroom, he remembered it would probably be wiser to go get clothes to change into right after he was done cleaning himself, and take them with him into the bathroom. So he went and did just that.
He headed to his bedroom, and beelined towards the wardrobe once he was in there. He picked out a clean pair of clothes: a mono-burgundy cozy cotton-textile shirt, a pair of grey dolphin shorts, and a pair of slide slippers in the same shade of grey as his shorts. Something casual and cozy for lounging around, but also something he could tease Lawrie with. Perfect. Then, he looked to choose something for Lawrie as well: a black casual tank top, in a size bigger than he himself would typically wear; combined with a pair of white loose shorts and black slide-slippers to match his own.
Having found clothes for himself and for Lawrie to borrow, he returned to the living room to drop those he picked for Lawrie off on the couch, before turning to head back to the bathroom. Arriving, he opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. He dropped the clothes he picked out for himself—which were neatly folded and piled up—onto the edge of the bathroom sink. He faced the shower, pushed the shower curtain aside and stepped in.
In the shower, a device with a circular brush attached at the end and an overhead flat shower head awaited. The shower head seemed to have been manufactured not to release as much water as the typical one would (go figure, to be able to be used by robots without possibly causing any issues—actually, side note: I have no clue if robots in Brawl Stars work the same as actual robots would, no clue if they'd be messed up by water lol).
All of the sudden, Meeple heard a knock at the door, followed by the door handle clicking, and the door opening slightly—with Lawrie peeking his head in just a bit. "Meeps... Mind if I join you?" Lawrie inquired. Meeple could see a faint tint of blush on Lawrie's cheeks.
"Of course. Come." Meeple chimed with a short chuckle, giving Lawrie the greenlight to step inside the bathroom—with Meeple instantly noticing that Lawrie had removed whatever bits of ripped textile from the bodysuit he had left—and to join Meeple in the shower.
Meeple was focused on setting the water just right, while Lawrie glanced around curiously. He turned the water on, and thus, the overhead shower began gently sprinkling water onto the two.
"F***..." Lawrie grumbled under his breath, loud enough for Meeple to hear. As Meeple was occupied picking out metal polish—acting as the soap-equivalent for robots—he suddenly felt a pair of hands grip his waist. He was taken by surprise. He looked back, seeing that it was indeed Lawrie gripping him. Another thing Meeple instantly noticed was the hard-on Lawrie carried, and the intent stare Lawrie gave him. "Sh**, Meeps, I'm still so pent-up... Do you... Do you mind if we go for another round here in the shower? You're so f***ing irresistible like that too, it really isn't helping..."
The prospect of having another round of lovemaking right then and there with Lawrie was more than enough to turn Meeple on again. "...I'm down." He replied, leaning his head to kiss Lawrie on the lips. Lawrie groaned against Meeple's lips, pinning him against the glass wall of the shower, Meeple's chest and arms planting against the glass. Lawrie rubbed his excitement against Meeple's ass, while they made out. The two exchanged muffled moans and groans that ricocheted one another's lips.
Without wasting more time, Lawrie slid his hard-on inside of Meeple's entrance, and thrusted in and out of him rhythmically, while the two continued kissing, catching Meeple's moans against his lips. Paralleling their coupling, their tongues danced and intertwined as they amped up their kissing; moans, growls and groans being traded and echoing in one another's mouths. Lawrie gripped Meeple firmly whilst taking him against the shower's glass wall, and Meeple enjoyed every minute of it, all while droplets of water gently rained down on the two from the shower above.
One of Lawrie's hands reached down to cup Meeple's thigh, raising his leg to allow for him to thrust more precisely into Meeple. They kept the kiss going until Lawrie climaxed inside of Meeple, Meeple himself climaxing soon thereafter. Their lips then parted, followed by Lawrie pulling out and letting go of Meeple's thigh. Meeple leaned against the glass wall, catching his breath, while Lawrie wrapped his arms around Meeple's shoulders from behind. The robot-cop didn't wrap his arms too tightly around the 8-ball board-game-geek, to allow him some space. But he didn't just stand there—he grabbed the bottle of metal polish and poured some onto his hands, followed by him running his hands over Meeple's chest and back, spreading the metal polish, in a way to assist him. He could see Meeple blush a bit while feeling Lawrie assist in cleaning him.
"You're so cute, Meeple." Lawrie murmured into Meeple's (non-existent) ear, kissing him lightly on the cheek while he scrubbed his body with his soapy (or polish-y?) hands. Meeple exhaled deeply, melting into Lawrie's touch. Lawrie could feel a soft sound—something between a satisfied groan and a soft moan—coming from Meeple whilst he ran his hands gently over Meeple's body. "He's so gentle..." Meeple thought, realizing once more just how stark a contrast this was in comparison to Lawrie's usual bad-cop-front.
Wrapping their self-cleaning up, Lawrie and Meeple stood around in the bathroom, each with a towel wrapped around their waists.
Lawrie skimmed over the clothes Meeple had picked out for him, checking them out. He analyzed the texture of the black tank top and grey loose shorts Meeple chose for him, and noted their softness. He quickly finished drying himself with his towel, before hastily taking the clothes on. The tank top fit perfectly, and the shorts were extremely cozy. He slid his feet into the black slide slippers Meeple had also picked out for him, before turning to Meeple—only to see that Meeple had changed into his clean clothes as well.
Lawrie approached Meeple, and gently gripped Meeple's burgundy shirt, pulling him just a bit closer to kiss him on the cheek. "Thanks for the clothes, Meeps. They're real soft and comfy." He said, eliciting a chuckle from Meeple. "It's nothing, Lawrie... You're welcome." He replied, grinning.
The two stepped out of the bathroom, walking besides one another. Meeple stretched his arms above himself and yawned while they walked. Sure enough, the sun was still up outside. Though it seemed like they were nearing dusk soon.
"Lawrie, you feel like doing something later? It's still daytime..." Meeple asked. Lawrie took a moment to think while still walking in tandem with Meeple, in the direction of the living room. "I don't know, what do you usually do around this time?" He asked. Meeple blinked. "I'm not telling him 'oh, I usually lay around and argue with people on Reddit around this hour!'." He thought.
"...Nothing much, really." Meeple gave as an answer, shrugging. "We could go out to one of those cafés run by Barley?" He suggested, randomly getting the idea. Lawrie didn't seem too sure at first, seemingly debating in his mind whether or not he feels like going out right now. But finally, he nodded. "You know what? That sounds good. Let's do just that." He agreed, looking Meeple in the eyes, and being met with Meeple doing the exact same.