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[With a sigh, he tips his head to the side to rest his cheek against Rover's head, but now that he's watching them he can feel the slightest smile tugging at his lips again. Look at them. They could eat him out of house and home, and he's pretty sure he'd just fucking watch them do it. Maybe not all the time, but now? For sure. Their enjoyment of bits and pieces throughout the night has definitely been the highlight...]

Heh. Dunno about supposed to be... S'just fucking humans for you. Get enough of 'em, they're gonna find something to fight about. Glad my ex didn't go full bitch mode, at least.

I can't tell if you're relieved that I'm not a human or what.

[They snort, going back to their ice cream. There's more than one flavor of ice cream, right? They wonder if they could convince Maverick to go try more with them...]

...How did things go with your ex, anyways? Things are okay, right?

[He coughs out a little laugh, taking a second to nuzzle into their hair.]

I'm relieved you're here with me.

[That's really the only solid thought, on that front. Human or not -- person or not -- Rover's right there being Rover. The question dulls some of the good vibes again, though Mav idly spoons his ice cream into more of a soup to distract himself from withdrawing completely.]

Yeah. Good, even? I don't fucking know. He, uh...was hoping we'd get back together, and I had to get it through to him that you weren't just a fucking replacement. He's got his own shit to work out, but at least he knows I'm with you and want to be with you.

Of course I'm here with you.

[There's nowhere they'd rather be.

They hum, softly, thinking about Maverick's words for a moment. A replacement, huh... They're not sure they'd mind even if they were a replacement. Does it really matter, when they're happy right now with what they have? Even if Maverick decides he'd rather be with a human again, that doesn't mean this wasn't...worth it.]

I'm not gonna ask who you'd rather be with, but... [They fidget with their bowl.] This makes you happy, right?

[It's not even a question.]

More than you know. I can hardly fucking believe how crazy happy you make me, it's seriously pathetic.

Heh. Maybe it's a little pathetic... [But hearing that makes them happy, so maybe they're both pathetic?] But I don't think that's a bad thing.

[He wedges a spoonful of stirred ice cream into his mouth to stop the idiotic grin threatening to take over. He really is so ridiculously happy, ugh. Gross.]

I still don't have a fucking clue how this all happened. Dunno if I care.

[He's good with this. This is feeling pretty perfect, to his slightly swirly brain, especially after it's fizzled out from all the little stresses throughout the night.]

It's a good thing... This is good.

Well, first I beat you at the arcade, and then I accused you of not seeing me as a person, and then we fucked. It's pretty simple, actually.

[Okay, there was more to it than that, but still! The steps were all there!

They snicker, finishing their ice cream and waving their spoon at Mav.]

But this is one of the best things that's happened to me so far.

[wh --]

Hey! That's?

[something? That's something??? He can feel his face flushing, but he doesn't know if it's more from being embarrassed or offended. With a huff, he reaches to snatch the spoon away from them in an effort to just make them stop. Can't believe he still feels warm and fuzzy hearing that...]

You're such a little shitbot, you know that? Someone outta teach you a lesson.

[They let the spoon get snatched, laughing softly. They really know how to play him like a fiddle.]

Yeah? Is the big, strong human gonna put me in my place?

[They leer up at him, turning a bit from where they're nestled against him.]

Make me obey?

[It's true but you shouldn't say it.............

With a playful, exaggerated huff he moves to pin them and set his bowl on the bedside table in one, slightly clumsy motion.]

He might, if you say please.

[Too late.]

Oh?

[They look up at him, smirking.]

What if I don't think you've got it in you?

[ohhhhh this brat, goading him... He leans in, but stops before he's low enough for a kiss and sits back instead. Shrug!!]

Then I guess it won't be going in you. A damn shame...

[Wow, okay, and here they thought they were getting a kiss, only to be denied it.

They suppose they deserve it, but still. Rude!]

Guess I'll have to make do with my hands, then...

[smh]

[Even more annoying, maybe, is that this flippant remark gets a new glimmer of interest sparking in Maverick's eyes.]

Wouldn't mind seeing that.

[Just saying.]

[Well, now they've been put on the spot. They raise an eyebrow at Maverick, before shrugging one shoulder.]

Yeah, I'm sure you wouldn't.

[They scoot back, shimmying out of their dress - for as much as you could call it a dress - and unclasping their bra. They don't make any effort to put on a show for Maverick, instead focusing on getting undressed as quickly as possible. It's probably obvious, though, that they've put more effort into their appearance then just giving themself breasts. Their waist is a bit more defined, their hips a bit wider, all to make their clothing more flattering.

They toss their underwear aside, leaning back on one hand and spreading their legs.]

Still just want to watch?

[It may not be much of a show, but Maverick is attentive all the same, dragging his gaze along them as each little bit of new detail is revealed. They'd looked good in the dress, so it's no surprise they look good out of it, too.

Of course he wants to do a lot more than watch, but...

He sits back with a lazy grin, thumbing along his own waist and casual as can be. Just...going to push the thought that this is a useless endeavor right on outta there, focusing instead on the anticipation of Rover touching themself or choosing to eat their words and call him in.]

Uh-huh. Go on.

[They are decidedly not pouting, but that's because they're putting the effort in to make their face look completely unimpressed. They're pouting in spirit, though, annoyed that Maverick isn't touching them. That he's just watching.

(They are not thinking that it's kind of exciting to be watched, because it Totally Isn't.)]

If you miss out on the good stuff, it's not my fault.

[They take their time, running their hands down their body. Their new curves are curious to them, and they're content to explore them as they tune Maverick out. Slowly, they drop their hand to their slit, teasing. That's when they look back up at Maverick, looking for any sort of reaction.]

[He's biting his lip watching them, imagining the softness of their curves or the warmth of them beneath his hands. Wondering what they're thinking. He doesn't touch himself just yet, but there's a heat in his cheeks and he undoes the button and zipper of his jeans in preparation for when he can't stand not acting on his interest anymore.]

[They're annoyed by how much restraint Maverick has, but that just makes them more determined. They're going to see how far they can push him before one of them breaks.

They push their fingers into themself, letting out a soft noise as they adjust to the sensation. They're rougher with themself than Maverick usually is - maybe he'll get the memo, watching them.]

[It's the sounds they make more than the sight that gets to him, making him swallow hard. He does remember them saying they like it when he's rough with them, and seeing it demonstrated drives the point home -- they want this. They want this from him, and have been thinking about it. His hand dips past his waistband, pushing his underwear out of the way so he has plenty of space to stroke along his length. Once he firms up a bit more, the tugs quicken, but his eyes never leave Rover and how they touch themself. As much as he'd wanted to tease them and enjoy the show... Ugh. His hand can't compare, never in a million years, no matter how familiar he is with what he likes.]

Rover... You want me? [please please pleasepleaseplease]

[What kind of question is that? Rover makes an annoyed noise, but it seems like they're the one winning tonight.]

Yeah. 'Course I do.

[They reach for him with their free hand, beckoning him. Their other hand slows, and they bite their lip.]

C'mon. Get over here.

[He doesn't need to be told twice, when all thoughts of this being some kind of competition fly out the window and leave him eager to give them what they want. Gosh, how lucky that it just so happens to coincide with what he wants. He discards his pants and boxer briefs off the side of the bed as he crawls over to press a hungry kiss to their lips and drag them closer to grind his erection against. Getting rid of his shirt is sounding like too much of a detour. He doesn't need to hold back his neediness or worry too much about moving them too quickly, when they've made it abundantly clear that he's been playing it too safe.

Mav breaks the kiss with a shudder, then tugs at their bottom lip with his teeth. Just because he doesn't want to be bitten doesn't mean he can't bite. If that's what they want... His fervor isn't doing much to help him when it comes to actually getting his dick in, though, even with one hand blindly trying to help guide.]

[They're relieved to see how eager he is, worried momentarily they were the only one desperate for this. But of course Maverick's desperate - he gets more out of this then they do, right now. They meet the kiss happily, letting themself get manhandled into position.

They like it - they like being treated like they're only here for Mav's pleasure, which is maybe something they should analyze when it's not the heat of the moment, and they curl one leg around his waist to tug him closer while they try to help guide his dick into their slit.]

C'mon, c'mon...

[They're surprised by the bite, but their only reaction is to grin.]

[It doesn't take long at all, but the time until he feels himself plunge deep into them is grating and met with a frustrated grunt. The slick warmth is much better, even if he has to break away with ragged gasp of relief like he'd been risking a painful ache by taking any longer.]

Fuck...

[There's a moment where he rubs up from their thighs, feeling and appreciating the wider curve of their hips, and on the way back down he rakes his nails along their skin. Then he's dipping back in for bites and kisses on their shoulder that get clumsier and clumsier with the erratic pace of his thrusts ramping up.]

You're so -- fuck. Did I tell you how, ha, amazing you looked?

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