[Ralph doesn't want the human to be afraid. After all, Cain is helping him to understand something that doesn't come naturally to him. Maybe other androids are programmed to be able to engage in pleasurable activity, but his most useful skill was picking a spot with the right amount of sun and the right amount of shade to grow any variety of plant.
This. This was different. He is definitely not programmed for these types of functions, but at least he's able to learn. Ralph listens to Cain as closely as possible though he's very much distracted about the way that hand strokes him, and how it makes him feel good. A different type of good that he's never felt before.]
You're like a cat. [He barely whispers the words, but it's a simple association to make with the things Cain is doing with his tongue. Ralph turns his head to meet the other pair of lips briefly before the human continues to make his way downward.]
Yes. Please. [Ralph sees what Cain is doing, and figures out what he's going to do with that tongue before he gets there. He opens his mouth like he wants to say something else, but he's not sure of the words he wants to say. Ralph makes a sound he didn't previously know he could make, his hand drops to the top of Cain's head, gently petting his hair as he watches on in awe.]
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This. This was different. He is definitely not programmed for these types of functions, but at least he's able to learn. Ralph listens to Cain as closely as possible though he's very much distracted about the way that hand strokes him, and how it makes him feel good. A different type of good that he's never felt before.]
You're like a cat. [He barely whispers the words, but it's a simple association to make with the things Cain is doing with his tongue. Ralph turns his head to meet the other pair of lips briefly before the human continues to make his way downward.]
Yes. Please. [Ralph sees what Cain is doing, and figures out what he's going to do with that tongue before he gets there. He opens his mouth like he wants to say something else, but he's not sure of the words he wants to say. Ralph makes a sound he didn't previously know he could make, his hand drops to the top of Cain's head, gently petting his hair as he watches on in awe.]