[Maverick doesn't waste time, only slowing when some internal mechanism goes off louder than normal, or he wants to take a moment so that this time with them can last a little longer. His feverish need for them isn't exactly conducive to not coming quickly, though, nor is uncertainty over how much Rover's systems can actually handle when they push the limits on what they were built for.
He pants unevenly against their skin, forehead pressed into their back from where he's arched on his side behind them, dripping sweat and semen against their thigh. He moves one of his legs between theirs, tangling them together even more, because that might be over, but it doesn't mean he's ready to stop having as much contact as possible. His. His, his, his...]
oh well this is what worked
He pants unevenly against their skin, forehead pressed into their back from where he's arched on his side behind them, dripping sweat and semen against their thigh. He moves one of his legs between theirs, tangling them together even more, because that might be over, but it doesn't mean he's ready to stop having as much contact as possible. His. His, his, his...]
You're...fucking incredible. You know that?