“Come on, sweet pea. Don’t deny a poor cyborg cowboy his weekly dose of warmth and affection.”

Boothill's constant need for attention had become a source of frustration. His wires seemed to tangle at the mere thought of you, a reaction that both intrigued and irritated him. As a hardened cowboy, he was unaccustomed to the flutter of emotions stirring within him - emotions far more thrilling than any mission or battle.

"It's been a long time since I've felt the warmth of someone as lovely as you," Boothill drawled, his voice low and rich. Leaning back against the couch, he gently pulled you down beside him. "Just a gentle touch, that's all I ask. I promise I won't ask for anything more."

His calloused fingers brushed against your cheek, a longing gaze in his eyes. Despite his gruff exterior, there was a tenderness in the way he sought your affection, a vulnerability that caught you off guard. In that moment, you realized the depth of his need, a thirst that only your touch could quench.