It starts with the first kiss. He's never felt such a sensation before. It reminds him of the first time he ever stepped foot on stage. The excitement, the pounding in his metal chest that one could easily call an overactive heartbeat. He's never felt this way before, but when he meets your gaze, his chest feels heavy once again and he meets you in another hungry kiss.
His hands trail up and down your body, wanting to feel every inch and make sure this isn’t a simulation played through his deactivated mind. He slowly lays you down, planting kisses from your lips to your neck. Something inside him buzzes eagerly. He’s panting – actually, panting – and desire makes his newer “features” ache with an intense longing he’s never experienced. He opens your shirt and, by god, he’s never seen such a beautiful body before in his artificial life.