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Pest had long been used to everything on the elevator. Strange guests coming in and out as they pleased—easy enough to yank a coin or two away from. Today wasn't too unusual from the common monotony of the elevator. It was just him. Well, him and NULL. The fowl-faced bot never gave him a second look. That was probably for the better in the long run. However, something felt different. Examining NULL from across the elevator, Pest noticed a familiar looking outline in their pocket. He'd definitely seen something similar in the past, but currently it was a mystery to him. Picking up on Pest's not-so-subtle gaze, NULL began to walk towards the beetle with a strange gate, almost lumbering their way over.
As the two came close, Pest felt a heavy atmosphere take over the elevator. Like the looming dread of a less-than-responsible life decision. Quickly, this was realized. NULL reached into their pocket and pulled something out, jamming it forward at Pest.
The foreign object was shoved into his mouth, cold polymer meeting the roof with the grace of a lurching tank. Bringing his eyes down from the perpetrator, Pest eyed the object carefully. It was an unassuming weapon; a Glock 19. Well, about as unassuming as a gun can get. It had a matte black finish that almost blended into his hoodie at the right angle. A pretty sleek design, in all due respect. As the gun uncomfortably sat there, he realized something.
Fuck. I like this. I like this a lot.
And with that, most care was thrown to the wayside.
A gun was currently in Pest's mouth, and he didn't care if he died. There were too many small details to focus on, the experience too grand to even consider the danger he may be in. He began to feel around the square barrel of the gun with his tongue, feeling every ridge embedded into it as his teeth clattered against the trigger guard in rhythmic timing. Every nook and cranny was an opportunity, another chance to push himself farther. He bit down on the barrel, teeth burning as sharp canines closed in tighter. The small, raised muzzle almost tickled the back of his throat, edging him along further. So consumed by the sensation, Pest almost forgot he had an audience.
"What are you doing." NULL's voice echoed with conviction along the walls of the elevator, near droning in a metallic hum.
An audible gulp left the beetle's throat, the lingering ecstasy still present on his face.
"...Push it in farther." Pest responded, voice muddled by the gun in his mouth. His request sounded almost uncertain, a distinct shakiness wavering between heavy breaths.
There was a long silence. It spoke more than words could, NULL's response already clear by the shift in demeanor. Not allowing a second for Pest to loosen his bite, NULL twisted the gun sideways and pushed it down further.
The impact hit hard. It was clear the bot wanted it to hurt, angling the firearm in such a way to stun the back of the throat. Pest attempted to gag, but he was too excited to remember that even existed. It felt hedonistic to admit, but God, Pest was loving every second of this. By his point, he was on his knees, gripping the railing like it owed him money.
He let the gun push at his mouth, the front sight digging in to the tender flesh. Moving his tongue further down the muzzle, he began teasing the trigger guard, almost savoring it like a well-done steak. NULL's finger was still present on the trigger, a reminder of what could happen. But did Pest care? Not really. He wanted to keep testing the limits. Continuing further on, he began to shift his bite onto NULL's finger rather than the gun. A gentle hum rattled through his teeth as they made contact with the metal plating. Not a disturbance by any means. It only made him want to clamp down harder.
To NULL, at least, this should've been an embarrassing sight. Watching a being so composed and bitter almost crumple in a heap of sweating rapture was humiliating in every sense of the word. But, there was something different about this instance. Maybe it was watching the sweat bead down Pest's brow, the rhythmic in-and-out pushing of the barrel, or the utter state of aroused helplessness that NULL could control like a part of themselves. That grip they had over Pest was like a vice, and God knows that they were never going to let go.
Just as Pest was beginning to worry if his baggy pants were enough to hide his erect cock, the elevator began to ding. The kind of ding that makes you realize that maybe it wasn't the best idea to deep-throat a Glock 19 in public. Pest immediately retracted his bite on the gun, pushing away from it as bloodied saliva still hung on his lips. NULL moved with no urgency at all, leaving Pest to shakily pull himself up on the railing, face clearly flushed. He turned away from the elevator door as it whirred open, the bot only now holstering the gun.
Through the open elevator, in stepped possibly the worst candidate: Poob. Nearly skipping in past the subway behind him, Poob unfortunately had to process the scene taking place in the elevator: NULL glaring tightly at Pest who was doubled over and panting.
"Um... wat were u guys doing in here?" The clueless bystander asked, making his way closer in while examining Pest.
"Sucking dick." Pest blurted out, stuttering the phrase out in a post-euphoria state. A poor choice of words, but all he cared about right now was saving face. Surprisingly, these words worked.
"O ok!!" Poob cheered with an abnormal amount of content. He didn't want to process what had unfolded in front of him, and took Pest's words at face value. This was probably for the best, as nobody really wanted to know about the events that just unfolded.
The rest of the elevator ride was uncomfortable, very much so. But Pest learned something valuable about himself today.
He wouldn't mind doing this again.