So it's sensitive. That's good to know-- mostly because of the power it puts in Jamie's hands.

But before he even has time to properly be smug about it, to voice some sort of teasing comment to the machine, its touch is on him again, between his legs, and his body buckles at the contact, legs trembling and then tensing to try and continue supporting him, holding him upright. He can't help but inhale sharply, pulse fluttering beneath the thin, hot skin under the machine's fingers.

"Fuck." Almost in retaliation, suddenly remembering where his own hand is, he holds the bot's cock a little more surely, stroking it less lightly.