Synth Love

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Please be advised the story contains the following: M/M, romance, male synth pred, willing male synth prey, safe same size oral vore, big belly bulge, belching, oral sex (blowjob, licking balls, rimming), anal sex, masturbation. Reader discretion is advised – enjoy!

All characters featured within this story are fictional and above the legal age of consent.

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Bucky was sitting on the couch with a can of thick beverage in his hand, reminding machine oil. His big and bulky body was mostly made of non-organic materials, so that beer his living and breathing crew mates loved so much wasn’t really doing much for him. He was glad to be a part of big and friendly team who seen him as equal though – some distant worlds still seen synths as rebellious machines which needed to be ‘fixed’, not willing to admit that they were sentient species not any less worthy than those which naturally evolved and was made of flesh and blood. But the fact he wasn’t the only synth in the crew made it even better. Scout was much smaller than Bucky, barely reaching his waist when both stood straight. It wasn’t surprising that their relationships developed blazingly fast, from being pals to being close friends, and then even lovers… Now Scout was lounging on the couch, resting his head on Bucky’s laps with quite blissful expression on his visor, looking how his lover’s throat slightly swelled and rippled as he drank his beverage. He could hear how the liquid pours down through Bucky’s gullet and into his stomach, making the smaller synth shiver as he couldn’t help but dreamed about getting in the said stomach himself… That warm, soft and squishy synthetic stomach flesh, hugging his body from all the sides, should feel soo freaking good…

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