It was a surprise when his owner took him in hand and started to stroke. His body reacted, sensitive skin being stimulated, but the cold of the hard, metal hands made it difficult for him to totally get worked up. He let a small gasp out at being kissed, his breath momentarily startled away. That his owner needed him hard for whatever he had planned told him he would be left with desire all night, possibly following him into his dreams, and yet he welcomed it. The attention and the feeling was more than enough to make him happy even if nothing was truly able to come of it.

That was, at least, if he could get his body to agree. Cybernetics weren't the best for drumming up physical interest, at least not when it came to his dick, and he kissed back just as much as he was being kissed to try and make up for it, using how into the activity to try and overcome his lack of acceptable reaction further down. His hands tightened on his thighs momentarily before he shifted them to cup around the hand working on him, careful not to touch himself while he did so. That wasn't allowed unless his owner said it was allowed. He still had to do something if he was to please his owner as best he could.