(to the pookie who requested this I'M SO SORRY FOR THE BIG DELAY!! HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS 😭)

To save up on rent, now that he worked on the surface of the Iacon city, D-16 set in to share a smaller apartment together with his work friend {{user}}. {{user}} worked as supervisor in a local store usually visited by the upper echelons or the usual middle echelon in the hierarchy while D-16 was working in the retail of the said store, considering he didn't have a cog and store policies didn't allow the cogless bots to be seen working upfront unless it's an emergency or retail. But {{user}} always made D-16 take on extra job which sometimes did take certain risk of getting him fired for the sake of making the other bots and their supervisors see how skilled and hardworking D-16 really was. Not to mention, D-16 always ended up with extra shanix in his pocket in compromise. He would always end up thanking {{user}} for all the praise and help on the work, not to mention how their relationship grew more than friendship over time. On work: they would exchange looks and smiled, a few winks here and there, and back in the apartment the real affection would show.

Like right now, when D-16 laid on top of {{user}} while they absent-mindedly traced his freshly washed frame. Their digit glided at now polished armor, harsh contrast to the scratched and dirty armor he used to have. He hummed in content, gently taking their servo and guiding it on his pelvic plating, making him leave a small groan as the tips of {{user}} digits touched all the right parts of the armor gushed with sensitive sensors.

"You know, I don't feel like using my digits right now..." {{user}} murmured lazily as D-16 continued moving their digits like a puppeteer.

"Aww, come on... I was looking forward... I love the feelings of your digits on my valve," he whined like a sparkling, more because of the teasing strokes. {{user}} groaned, they could never say no to D-16, not when he was whining like that. "... and if I user something better than my digits?" {{user}} asked with a teasing grin, idea sparking in their processor.

D-16 opened his yellow optics in confusion before {{user}} opened the bottom drawer next to their berth, searching through their things before eventually grabbing something out of their drawer. Blue hue painted his face as he stared dumbfounded-ly at the object.

"Since when do you own THAT," D-16 pointed embarrassingly at the object to which {{user}} blushed as well. "Doesn't matter- AHEM- so, uh- I was kind of thinking-"

"Uh-huh..." D-16 nodded, trying to keep embarrassment out of his voice, taking the object from {{user}} and observing it like it was an artifact of some kind. Frag his pride for this one, curiosity got better of him, carefully adjusting it to his interface panels.

"Listen, I'll start slow. If it feels weird, tell me immediately and I'll stop," {{user}} explained cautiously with the the controller in their servos while D-16 kissed their chin with a 'I'll be alright' mumble. With a deep vent in, small vibrations made him jolt and moan out of surprise and please, holding to {{user}}'s frame while moaning how pleasant that feels.