[In that moment, a little piece of Maverick dies. If someone had asked him before how far he was willing to go for his hot robot partner, this wouldn't have been the scenario that popped into his head...and yet here he is, chewing on his lip and dipping his hand into the sweet, soupy mess...to slather on his dick...
What is his fucking life? And why is a part of him attempting to make this better by reassuring himself that oh, this doesn't feel bad at all, it's not that strange.
It's pretty fucking strange, another part of him snaps back.
Once his (to his despair, softening) shaft is suitably covered, he shivers more from the anxiety that's building to near-sickening levels more than any lingering chill, and he leans back again while lapping at what's left on his hand. There's the faintest bit of something tasting off there, but...it's manageable, for him. Hopefully the same could be said for the mess Rover's going to deal with, now.]
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What is his fucking life? And why is a part of him attempting to make this better by reassuring himself that oh, this doesn't feel bad at all, it's not that strange.
It's pretty fucking strange, another part of him snaps back.
Once his (to his despair, softening) shaft is suitably covered, he shivers more from the anxiety that's building to near-sickening levels more than any lingering chill, and he leans back again while lapping at what's left on his hand. There's the faintest bit of something tasting off there, but...it's manageable, for him. Hopefully the same could be said for the mess Rover's going to deal with, now.]
A-alright. Try, uh, try now.