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[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?

No.

[Their core is starting to heat up, again, the delicate machinery that makes them up starting to whir with the excitement and stress. It's nothing quite like building up to an orgasm, but they revel in the sensation of sensory overload anyways. Every little touch, every thrust, it all builds up into something they can't quite process.

And with Maverick being rougher than usual, there's more of that sensation to tuck away.]

But, heh, you can tell me now.

[Drawing back some as if to appreciate them more fully, Maverick bites his lip and moves his hands to their new breasts. While he does gently pinch and tug their nipples, he's more curious to feel them up and see how lifelike they are or if, like their usual genitalia-that-wasn't, their construction was a little off. Thinking thoughts like that and focusing on speaking would help to delay his gratification even with his frantic pace. Too horny for his own good, sigh.]

God, you're so hot. Soon as you showed up, I wanted that dress on my floor. You always look so fucking good, though... Just made me more fucking impatient when you -- said you were thinking of me when you picked it.

[They certainly feel very lifelike and real - their skin is even warm to the touch! They're a much better recreation than what they normally do, at least if Maverick doesn't push down to feel their chassis underneath them.

They make a note of the fondling, though, filing that away for later.]

I wasn't expecting you to like it so much. I'm glad, though.

[They're grinning up at him lazily, and they brush their hair away from their face to get a better look at him.]

I'm always thinking about you.

[His breath hitches before breaking into a moan, and his thrusts slow for a moment as he strains to get himself even deeper inside them. His eyes squeeze shut as if in concentration, but it isn't long before he's curling over them again for a clumsy kiss and admiring their face with a look that's dazed and unfocused from both booze and lust.]

You're s'much...better at this. Saying the right thing.

[He feels stupid letting himself speak, when he gets something like that in return. Always thinking about him... It's a thrill, but more than that it makes his heart feel incredibly warm and almost swollen against his ribs. He shouldn't be feeling like this so early in their relationship, he's sure of that, but he's also sure...

He can't tell them right now, though, both because he's nervous over how pathetic and desperate it must make him seem, and because saying it in the heat of the moment when he'd just said the same words to someone else... It wouldn't be fair to either of them, he thinks. And then those thoughts are dashed because fuck, he feels really great right now? He doesn't think he can physically get himself further inside no matter how he tries, but he desperately rocks against them and groans into their shoulder as he scrapes his teeth against them again.]

[Their grin goes a little crooked, as they reach for Maverick. They want to touch him, but they don't know where to put their hands. The settle for his shoulders, where their fingers dig in slightly.]

Yeah? Must be from all the human things. Definitely learned a thing or two.

[They wonder...They make a breathy noise, focusing on for a moment before they start to pant. Would Maverick like that? For them to sound as ragged and raw as he does?

They don't know what's going on in his mind, and they don't even realize how much the words they say sound like love. Love, still, is a foreign concept to them. They just know they enjoy Maverick - they enjoy being around him and they enjoy these moments with him. They like bringing him pleasure, and they like seeing him smile. Love...They don't know what love feels like. They've only seen it from the outside, in movies and shows. They don't know what it is.]

[Ding ding ding, Maverick does indeed like that! At least, the way he smiles as he nuzzles against their neck and kisses down their chest and onto a breast would suggest as much. Moving down their body comes at the consequence of slipping out of them again, and when he's satisfied with his kisses he takes the opportunity to hook his arm around their leg and flip them into a new position. Sorry about that whole wanting to touch him thing, he's making it difficult...at least until he buries himself in them again and braces himself with a hand close to theirs on the mattress. The other returns to cupping one of their breasts to support it when he starts thrusting roughly again.

His moan is shaky against the skin of their back.]

Rover...

[He could do this forever, and that'd be fucking great, but that need building in him is only growing. Doing this is always tipped heavily in his favor, so letting himself come shouldn't make him feel any more selfish than doing anything else, but... Well, he's stupid. Stupid and desperate to please.]

[Oh, there they go. They're not expecting the flip, and they yelp as they're turned over. Something about this feels embarrassing, but they can't place why. They reach for Maverick's hand, wrapping their hand around his wrist. It's not quite holding hands, but they're desperate to hold onto him as they prop themself up on their other hand.]

Shit, Maverick.

[Their voice comes out wobbly and distorted, and they let out a breathless laugh.]

Warn someone before you do that.

[They push their hips back against him, choking out a moan.]

[He might actually feel guilty about it, but there's that delightful little laugh of theirs urging him forward, and the moan reaffirming that he isn't just making himself feel good. They like this, and they like him, even if they don't get to have the same experience he does even though they're sharing it together. He lets his own laugh slip, filled with affection that's both overwhelming and hard to focus on when he's picking up the pace again. It wouldn't be too long, like this.]

I'm gon -- nngh.

[It isn't much of a warning, despite the fact he was just chided. He rolls his hips against them as he pants, rocking their bodies back and forth and gradually slowing them. Everything is still in that blurry-but-sharp feeling, but eventually the hammering of his heart and his breathing will soften, as will his dick that's still inside them, and he won't feel like a set of fireworks went off in his muscles. Eventually. Too soon. His kisses to their shoulder are sloppy and open-mouthed while he's coming down from his climax.]

Fuck. Fuck, you make me feel so... You're amazing, Rover. You're so damn amazing.

[The moan is performative, maybe, but they are enjoying this. Maybe not the same way Maverick can, but they still find pleasure in it. They like knowing they have this effect on him, they like feeling him on top of them, and a part of them even likes the feeling of being used.

They get the feeling if they told Maverick, though, he wouldn't take it well.

They giggle at his aborted warning, squeezing his wrist. He tried, at least.]

Yeah?

[They're panting for real, now, puffs of steam escaping their lips. They seem to be getting better at temperature regulation, but they still can't help but feel a little overheated.]

You're not so bad yourself. You're wonderful.

[They reach up for his other hand, twining their fingers together.]

[He doesn't want to get out of them, even if every slight movement now is almost too much with how sensitive he is. He wants to stay as close as possible, though his heart flutters with joy that overrides these conflicting thoughts when Rover takes his hand. He's more careful about moving them, now, trying to stay inside while still shifting to lay down with them and pull them against his chest so he can brush his lips along the nape of their neck.]

Mmn... [They're sweet. He feels so much for them...] I'm glad you stayed. [He's so, so glad they like him.]

[They don't protest the manhandling, settling back against Maverick's chest and taking his hands in theirs. They're content to lay there, eyes sliding closed as their systems return to normal.]

I'm glad I stayed, too. [Of course they stayed. They want to be with Maverick, and that means spending time with him whenever they're allowed. They can't place into words all that they feel for him, but...Sometimes they don't think they need to.]

[Arm draped around them and listening to their inner mechanisms, it's more tempting than ever to let the alcohol and afterglow lull him to sleep, but frustration with the idea makes him sigh against their neck. Stay awake, damn it. It's time to enjoy the wind down from the rest of the hectic day.]

I wanted to do more than...that, you know. Had things I wanted to talk about, and we'd get to know more about each other... I mean, not complaining. How could I?

[Don't sleep, this is prime time for awkwardness and cuddles.

Rover chuckles, softly.]

I mean, we can still talk. Just because I'm covered in jizz now doesn't mean we can't talk. What kind of things do you want to know?

[He huffs out a tired laugh against their hair.]

You're awful....

[He's still not complaining.]

Um. Well... [Everything????] Shit I probably should've asked, I guess? I mean... Seeing you stroll on up with Grim Creeper didn't have to be such a fucking surprise. I dunno who you know or what you do, when we're not together. Do you have friends? Other people that are important n' shit?

I'm not that bad.

[They close their eyes, thinking about it for a moment before shrugging.]

Well...Rex made me. I don't really know that many people besides him, though. I mean, I've met plenty of people, but I wouldn't say that they're my friends. They're just...people. [They haven't found anyone quite like Maverick - a person who made them curious, that intrigued them, and that made them want to know them.] I should probably make more friends, huh?

[Mav hums, shifting his arm a little so he can run his fingers up Rover's stomach and between their breasts, then back down again in a lazy touch.]

Probably couldn't fucking hurt.

[As long as they don't find someone else to spend their time with, and who they'll let touch them like this... He sighs again and closes his eyes as he grimaces. Selfish hypocrite, huh.]

I, um. One of my best friends was here earlier, I dunno if you got to meet her.

[ughhhhhh]

Should tell you somethin' but I don't want you fucking getting the wrong idea.

Probably not.

[It's probably a good thing they can't see his face, so they don't know that he's - once again - working himself up over this.

They hum.]

Might've. I think I said hi to most people, at least.

[But...Hm.]

What kind of idea do you want me to get?

[That...is a good fucking question he isn't quite sure he has a good answer to. He can barely piece together what he doesn't want Rover to think, or whether that's the wrong idea at all. Ugh, things are confusing.]

I guess... When it was fucking about my ex, you said something like not asking who I wanted to be with. So that, uh, idea.

[he's fucking this up but he already fucked it up by fucking before having this fucking conversation so no one was fucking surprised and he should fucking move away or face them or something but he's too fucking scared to put any distance between them

After all that shit, I, uh. Went on a walk with her -- Adelaide. I had to ask her about something that was in that shitty fog mirror, and it -- I dunno. I fucking...told her I love her. And, uh, she loves me, too. I guess.

[They're quiet for a moment, letting Maverick's words settle in.

For a moment, they wonder if they should ask who he wants to be with. If it even matters. They...

They want Maverick to be happy, and for as much as he seems happy with them, wouldn't he be happier with someone who... Someone who's more of an equal? Someone who can feel things the way he can? Someone who he knows better, who isn't so inexperienced?

But Maverick is with them, and they want him. They reach for the hand that was tracing patterns up their stomach, threading their fingers together.]

You're a very lovable guy.

[They can't help the way they curl in on themselves, feeling raw and exposed and like maybe this was a mistake. Maverick deserves better than just some - some machine.]

I don't think I could blame her for that. But you're not... You're...

[They trail off, not sure what to say.]

[I don't think I could blame her for that. But you're not...

His stomach twists uncomfortably and makes him regret drinking anything yet again as his mind runs wild with what Rover might be trying to say. He wasn't something, so...they could blame him, maybe? That makes the most sense to him. How does he always manage to fuck it up?

But they're also intertwining their fingers with his, and he takes a tight hold of their hand like that alone might be enough to convey all his complicated thoughts and feelings, and most importantly the desire he has to keep Rover there with him.]

I -- [hhh] I get it, if you're pissed. I would be. I mean... I don't want to think about someone else and you...

[He's so stupid. What made it make sense when it was him, but made him sick when it was Rover hypothetically telling other people they loved them? Despite his brain telling him he should be giving them space to process it, that's the right thing, he can't fight the urge to pull them closer to him and let out a shaky exhale.]

I'd fucking deserve it, huh? But I don't -- I don't want to lose you.

I'm not pissed.

[And they're not. They don't think they could be, don't think they have that right. They're lucky being allowed to be close with him like this, and if...if he wants other people, they would let him.

They wouldn't be happy, but is their happiness really that important? They're not...They're not something that deserves happiness, the way people do. They're not even supposed to be happy, so what does it matter anyways?

A part of them doesn't want to consider it, doesn't want to have this conversation, but...they need to talk about it. They know they do. They sigh.]

I don't want to lose you either. [Their voice is soft, and a part of them is scared to speak.] Are you sure that's what you want?

[So much for not asking, they suppose.]

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