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[He hums softly, tipping his chin up a bit to give Rover more space and arch into the contact at the same time.]

Well. Good thing you got me around, huh? Reliable source...of information... You teach me, I teach you.

Best source of information I could ask for.

[They kiss down his chest, taking their time. They're in no rush, and they're sure Maverick isn't, either.]

You're not afraid to guide me.

[He may not be in a rush, and he'd happily laze about all day, but there's still a twitch of impatience at their leisurely pace. He lifts a hand to gently tangle in their hair, smoothing through before resting there. Gives him an extra point to...guide from, if it's needed. While Maverick wants to continue the banter, his mind is drawing a blank that only gets worse as he feels he's disappointing them.]

What's to be afraid of? You're a quick learner. [wow, stupendously done. idiot. Come on, though, like it's his fault his brain shits itself when Rover's being all affectionate?] Uh, eager to be taught, in my experience. Rover was called 'Curiosity', and all.

[There, that was a little back on his game, right? Ugh, he's floundering.]

[They laugh against his skin, grinning before taking a gentle bite.]

Yeah?

[They're definitely eager, if the way they keep drifting lower is any indication.]

Well, I haven't run out of things I want to explore, either...

[Oh, that's a complicated feeling, and Rover will be immediately alerted to Maverick's trepidation by the way his fingers curl in their hair, tightening into a fist and inadvertently tugging. This wasn't bad -- not bad at all -- but any more than that and he doesn't know anymore. It speaks to his trust in Rover that he lets his hand relax again and that his voice is lacking tension when he requests,]

Please don't bite me. You can do whatever else to me, hurting me's cool, just...uh, no biting.

Okay.

[They're going to file that hurting him comment away for later, but accepting no biting is as easy as that. They press a gentle kiss to the spot they bit, and don't even question why it's not okay.]

So you won't mind if I just suck you off?

[He laughs before he can help it, brushing his hand through again, touch tender. He likes them...so, so much.]

How the hell would I mind? Fuck, I'll mind now if you're just teasing me.

[They almost pull themselves away just to be an asshole, but they like Maverick too much to do that.

They don't waste much more time with kisses or teasing touches, and they're as methodical about it as they are with everything else. On the upside, though, is the fact they don't have to breathe and they don't have a gag reflex.

They pull themself off at the end, wiping the back of their hand against their mouth and giving Maverick a sweet smile.]

Well?

[He'd been half-expecting it, really, but he's more than happy to be proven wrong in this case. Even moreso once they get started and don't...stop. In a way, it's overwhelming, and he frequently loses track of his grip on Rover's hair or the idea of keeping his hips braced to stop himself from bucking deeper into their mouth. He doesn't keep track of how long it takes, or the odd, too smooth texture of their tongue, either. Just grits his teeth to try and bite back the noises he wants to make while otherwise lying back and letting himself enjoy it.

That he does just fine, and he breathes out a laugh when he hears their voice again. What a bastard. He shifts his other arm, which he'd used to drape across his face, and gives them a dazed, crooked smile.]

C'mere and kiss me. [He can rate their performance once that's taken care of.]

[The thing they enjoy the most out of it is when Maverick's control slips. They'll have to tell him that, later. Probably when he's least expecting it, so they can fluster him.

They grin, scooting up to press a kiss to his lips.]

So not the worst, huh?

[Maverick sighs against their lips, annoyed and amused all at once.]

Shut up... [Why are they like this!!!! Why does he like them, ugh. What a pain.

And yet he's still going to answer that, because he's a stupid brat, too.]

Not that I've got many to compare against... Yeah, not the worst. Fuck, you took the whole thing. [He kisses them again before resting his forehead against theirs.] But I could teach you a few tricks.

[Hey, he knew what he was getting into from the beginning.

They giggle breathlessly, staying quiet for a long moment before they can't resist.]

Yeah? Now, or do you need a break, old man?

[wow]

You’re such a fucking brat.

[Not that he minds, really... But gosh!! You fall asleep one time after doing it, and suddenly you’re old. You need a bit to get it back up again and you’re old!!! See how they deal with a refractory period...

Mental grumbling aside, his hand wanders down again to rub at their slit.]

Actually, I was thinking about that? I wanna go down on you, but it seems like a bad fucking idea like this.

[He draws his fingers, wet with lube, back up again and wiggles them pointedly.]

And then I don’t...really know what all will feel good for you, either.

[They smirk and wink at him, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek.]

What, you're not into the taste of lube?

[Which is...probably fair.

But at that, though, Rover fidgets.]

I mean, it all kind of feels the same? I like it when you're rough with me. But, uh, I mean, it's not like it really matters? It's not like I can come or anything.

[If he's gotta eat lube, at least make it lube that had the possibility of ingestion in mind when it was marketed... Not as important, though, as he settles his hands around Rover's hips and lets his gaze wander up to the ceiling. Hmm...

It's not...news, really. Even if their systems get noisier over time, he'd already figured it was something more like an extended stress than a ramping up of sensation, and aside from needing a quick cooldown, they were more or less the same before, during, and after. But still, he feels a bit disappointed.]

Matters to me. I mean, maybe it's fucking dumb because I know it's impossible, but I want to make you feel good. Like...how you make me feel. It's no fucking good if I can't please my partner in return, is it? [Ah...] Not that it's gotta be sex. I'll do pretty much anything, if you got any ideas, just...

[they were talking about what they were talking about, so sex is definitely the biggest thing on his mind for this.]

[They'll invest in better lube. At some point. When they can make such purchases on their own.]

Well... [They pause, thinking it over.] It might be possible? It might take a bit of programming and trial and error but it might be possible to replicate the sensation.

[They bite their lip, looking away.]

I mean, if you want me to. I could look into it.

[Spoilers, Mav has purchased more appropriate lube by the time Thanksgiving rolls around. Will he always have it on hand when the mood strikes? Probably not because they're horny and useless, but it's something, at least.

He isn't...expecting that as a response, so it takes a bit for him to realize he has to figure out how that makes him feel. Hopeful? Thrilled, maybe? But...]

I-I mean... Doing it just for me... [hnnngh] It's your body. Your body, your decision. I wanna make you feel good, not make you do shit you don't actually wanna do.

[At least someone's using their head.

They roll their eyes, punching him in the shoulder.]

Shut up, I know it's my body. I wouldn't be offering if I was completely uninterested in it. [Huff.] It looks...good. Coming. I wanna know what it's like.

[There's a sound only he can hear that he thinks might be his brain cracking, but soon enough it's replaced by a shaky exhale and a nervous grin.]

It feels really good. Fucking amazing. I want...to be the one to make you feel it, yeah.

Well...if you don't mind some trial and error, I think we can do it.

[They grin back at him, not nearly as nervous. They have...no idea how long it'll take to figure it out, but they're willing to see what's in store for them.]

[Gosh, they're not very smart...but he can't blame them for how casual they're being over it. There's no basis for what it would feel like or what it'll take to get there. Maverick's glad anyway, heart soaring in his chest as he pushes himself up to caress their cheek and give them another kiss.]

Yeah. We can.

[fuck yeah they can!!!! god he feels unstoppable.]

So I should wait to suck your dick, or...? [For demonstrative purposes.]

I mean-

[They blink, looking down at their waist.]

You can if you want? I'm not going to stop you, but you're not going to get anywhere.

[He's torn... The urge to do something to please them is still there, but it almost sounds like a waste of their time. Not to mention the fact that they'd have to go through the trouble of altering themself to have a dick at all, and he doesn't know how that fucking works or if it burns up their battery, or...well. Whatever.

Instead of voicing any of that garbage, Maverick wraps his arms around them and brings them in close for a kiss before burying his face in their neck.]

I don't want to not fucking get anywhere with you, come on. After all you do?

[They lean into the kiss happily, taking a moment to enjoy it before resting their cheek against Maverick's head.]

I don't do all that much, though.

[Tch...]

You don't have a fucking clue what you do for me, dumbass. Trust me. You deserve more.

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