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"I can't- A break please. Fuck! I need a break." Bob whimpered.
His words were punctuated with breathy moans that sent shocks of arousal down your spine.
He sat down in front of you, legs spread wide with his pants pooling around his ankles. You however, were kneeling in front of him. A firm grip on his cock.
"Come on, you can do it. You're so good for me. So helpful." You said, voice breathy with need.
This was his reward. Bob got to cum where he wanted in exchange for a job well done.
Bob had been struggling lately. Talking to himself under his breath more than usual and staring off into space. Not to mention how much time he spent in his room. The couple of times you tried to check up on him he was in the dark. Everything in his room unplugged and turned off. His curtains were closed. And due to them being blackout, you could barely see anything.
All you got was a small grumble to tell you he wasn't dead. Though he was rotting in his bed for hours, scrolling on his phone whenever you saw him outside his room.
It worried the rest of you. Bob wasn't his usual, a bit air-headed, self. He was almost silent except for one odd answers and soft hums. And in mission briefing he wouldn't make sounds at all. Just nodding or shaking his head.
One day, Walker had mentioned Sentry. Just off-handedly. A small joke about how it would be much easier if they had an indestructible tank on their side for an especially hard mission. Instead of a little quip about how Walker did not remember that the void always came after, Bob just stood there. Staring off into space.
From what you knew, there was a high which was Sentry. And a low, which was the Void. But Bob had been sort of normal until it just started spiraling downward. Probably easier to deal with than the whole God-Complex to Destructive Nihilist situation. But it was new. New and concerning.
After the harder mission in question., you were pit on the metaphorical bench. Suffering from a bruised and somewhat fractured rib. You weren't enhanced, or a mutant. So the healing would be slow going. A couple weeks of rest that felt specifically meant to drive you insane.
Bob was was at the tower with you though, and that gave you the chance to talk.
You caught him when he was in his room, laying in the dark. The door closed behind you, and you used your best effort to walk to him without tripping over something. You sat down on his bed, and he let you speak. Still, he didn't face you, still hidden under the covers and laid on his side.
After some careful poking and prodding, he confessed. It was easier you supposed, speaking in the dark.
"You guys go out and save people. I just stay in the tower all day." He grumbled, shifting slightly.
"I mean, you don't have to. You can always ride in the helicopter with us. Hangout with us when we go out." You said, trying to comfort him to the best of your ability.
"Yeah, like I'm not an active security risk. A ticking time bomb. I can see the way you guys look at me." Bob said, shrinking further in on himself.
You bit your lip. His situation was…complicated. It was hard to know what to say.
"It's not like you don't do anything while you're here. You're not lazy Bob."
"Oh yeah, like a fresh load of laundry is saving people's lives. A bowl of cereal isn't stopping anyone." You guys did have janitors for the heavier cleanup but for the most part there were no real assistants. Bob had taken a liking to the errands that had to be done and you all let him do it. Just so he didn't go insane staying in the tower all day.
Oh. You saw what was going on.
"Touching okay?" You whispered, not wanting to spook him.
Bob paused, staying silent for a moment. You could've saw the cogs turning in his head if it wasn't so dark in here. After a minute of deliberation, he nodded. And you placed an open palm on his bicep. Warm and grounding.
"Just because your not doing back-flips or throwing a shield around doesn't mean what you do isn't important."
"That's not-"
You shushed him and his mouth audibly snapped closed."Nuh uh. Let me finish."
"We can save people because our suits are clean when we need them. Because our breakfast is there when we're hungry. Because the TV batteries are replaced when we just need to lay down and relax."
Your hand moves up, trailing slowly up his shoulder until it reaches his chin. He goes slack, allowing you to move him. With one hand, you slowly turn his face towards you. Now that you have adjusted to the dark, you can see his eyes staring back at yours.
"What you do is important Bob. It's not obvious at first, but you make everyone's lives easier." You said, caressing his cheek.
You look down at him with nothing but softness in your gaze, "You're important Bob."
You could feel Bob genuinely shiver under your careful touch. His pupils huge and his mouth parted open in slight surprise. More of it started to click. He needed the affirmation, needed someone to show him how much he's worth. You could've saw do that. You were more than willing.
"Is it okay that I show it more often? Show you just how much I appreciate you?" You whispered, just audible enough for him to hear.
Bob eyes shut tight, lips still parted. With tremble he nodded.
And that's how it started. A little less than innocent. Your words had an effect on him that only you could see. You took your time being bench to follow him around on his daily errands. Far away enough that you would not be a bother. But close enough that you could tell him he was doing a nice job. Seeing Bobs shaky smile from where you were lounging filled with a sense of accomplishment.
When the team came back from missions you lessens your verbal encouragements. At each meal made you would him in delight. When you finished, Bob would take the plates from you and you would pat him on the back.
A quiet, 'That was good.' coming from you.
Subtle praise that the team started to catch onto. They were confused at first sure but they began to emulate their behavior when you were around. Making off handed remarks about the nice scent of their clothing after a wash or a pat on Bobs shoulder when he handed them coffee. Or in Ava's case, Tea.
Alexei even grabbed him close and ruffled his hair, making Bob groan. Though he had a smile on his face he couldn't hide.
He was getting better day by day. More talkative, less of a shut in. It was rocky, and he still had days where he just wouldn't come out of his room except to do tasks silently.
But nobody could make him tremble like you did. Could make his cheeks flush and have him stuttering out a thank you when you said "You're doing really well.". It was a confidence booster sure. How quickly you could make him just melt under your fingers from one small touch.
It might have made you a bit overconfident.
Soft touches became teasing ones, ones that tickled him to think about. Shoulder pats moved to his lower back. You'd pass by him while he was making the next meal and tap his hips before moving past.
And the phrases. They became less and less innocent.
One day you passed by Bob as he was scrubbing a stubborn stain on the couch. His tongue stuck out from the corner in his mouth and his brows were furrowed. He'd been focused on the task for while.
You were flipped through a magazine on the next chair over when Bob dropped the tooth brush and almost ripped off his gloves. The gloves thrown onto the floor with a frustrated groan.
"I hate this couch. It's impossible to get stains out off!" He whined, hands curled up in his hair.
You peered over your magazine watching him as he got riled up. The mumbling was starting, along with short huffs of breath that let you know he was a minute away from shutting himself in his room again.
"Bob?" You said. He didn't answer, curling his hands in his hair further. Digging his nails into his scalp you guessed.
You set down your magazine a walked off to where he was perched on his knees, close to hyperventilating.
"Bob. Look at me." You said taking his chin and forcing him to look up. You were right behind him and the crown of his head pressed into your legs. Almost touching your crotch but just missing it.
Bob looked at you, eyes wide and flickering gold. Not good. He screwed his eyes closed and tried to move his head away, to no avail. You grip was firm.
"I can't do this. I can't-" He said, breath picking up.
"Bob. Look at me." You said, voice sharp and commanding.
He looked up, hands relaxing from where they curled in his hair. His eye were still wide like a wild animal. But he calmed, grounded by your touch on his chin.
"You can do this. Alright?"
He shook his head, brows furrowed in frustration. " I can't-"
"You're gonna take a deep breath for me." You interrupted, "And then you're gonna be good and take a break."
Bob shivered at your words, eyes rolling back a bit. Eyes now closed, he took a deep breath and you released his chin. You didn't want to overwhelm him.
To your surprise he rose a hand to keep yours in place, opening pleading eyes with a pout "Please." He whispered, so quiet you almost couldn't hear him.
You stood behind him, his head cradled in your thighs. You took in deep breaths and Bob could copy you and calm himself. After some shorter breaths, his own evened out and his eyes softened. He was in his head again, yet safer. Taking in the moment while your steady touch grounded him. The tension in the air dissolved. The only sound in the room being deep, slow breaths that eased your bodies.
You might have been pushing your luck here, but you wanted to try something. You'd done a bit of searching, you all had access to the internet after all. You were searching for more ways to show your appreciation. And soon you came a cross a page of suggestions.
"Good Boy."
Bob's eyes widened in shock and his open mouth let out a whine.
That's how it started to escalate. And how you ended up on your knees sucking his cock, because you wanted to show him just how much he was needed. Appreciated. Loved. You wanted him not just to hear it but to feel it. To cloud his thoughts with nothing but praise and affection. Shut out the void only if it was temporary. Give a moment of relief in a sea of darkness. It gave you satisfaction to see him go slack under your touch and see his mind slow down behind unfocused eyes.
It gave you satisfaction to see him whimpering above you as you rewarded him for being just so good.
"So pretty." You said, verbalizing your thoughts, "One of the most beautiful cocks I've seen."
You licked a stripe up the vein and relished in his broken moan. "Oh god- Fuck" Bob stuttered out.
It only strengthened your resolve to see him fall apart. Fueled that fire in your gut that urged you to praise. It had been subtle, but you had been improving too. It was rewarding to see him do so well from your actions. And if you became a bit more steadfast and firm, then the others didn't need to know.
Your injury was healing up, and your time with Bob in the tower was coming to a close. So this was somewhat a final hurrah. Not the end, you didn't think you could stop even if you wanted to, but a celebration.
"Ignore what I said- Don't stop- Please don't stop-" Bob slurred, mumbling out more incoherent pleas.
Your firm grip on him did not falter and you picked up the speed. With a grin, you pressed sloppy kisses to the tip of his cock. He cried out in pleasure, thighs clenching. You were so glad the team was on a multiple day mission. You'd been saving this for a day like today.
"Come on baby, you can do it." He moaned at your words.
"Be a good boy and cum. Anywhere you want. You deserve anything you want."
Bob yelped and hunched over you, trembling hands at your head. The hands pushed your mouth down further. Your mouth strained a bit around his cock as he came. The spurt of salty cum landing on your mouth was a welcome taste. You stroked what you couldn't swallow till he was done.
And After more pants of ecstasy, his grip loosened. The final spurt of come landing on your face. Bob leaned back in his seat.His face was flushed and his breaths were deep, but short. He looked absolutely ruined. Eyes wet with unshed tears.
All of it made you want to do it again. Though you'd wait until another day. Didn't want to spoil him too much. Not to the point your words meant nothing.
"That was-" he panted, "More than a little amazing."
Your cheeks went hot at the praise. He laughed, amused eyes scanning you. He was watching your clenched thighs with a knowing look.
"Seems I'm not the only one who enjoys that." He grinned, the flecks of gold in his eyes making their appearance.