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[Recharging is out, but at least the internet is always there to provide... Know it's boring is bad enough, and he suspects the loneliness even without Rover outright saying it. He's still working on how to solve that problem when the new question is asked.]

What're you askin' that for...? [He means right now specifically, what did he do to make them insecure over it, but he's quick to move on either way. He avoids meeting their gaze, and trails his fingers down to trace at their collarbone. Lying would be stupid, even if the words are nicer.] ...Sometimes. A year ago, it definitely would have. There's shit that would be easier, I know that, but it's not fucking like...I'd fucking understand everything just because, if you were human.

It'd bother me way more if you weren't you anymore, Rover. As long as you're you, I can't regret this.

[They are, at least, glad that he's honest even if they wish he was completely okay with things. They'd just be fooling themself, though, and they know that.

But it's fine. It's okay. They hesitate for a moment, looking away.]

I was built for a reason, and I don't...I don't know what's going to happen when Nightfall is over. I don't know if I'm going to stop functioning once my duty is over or what. Are you...are you okay with that?

[But he doesn't regret this. They cling to that thought, wanting to hold it tight and never let go.]

[The way he goes quiet is probably enough to say that it hadn't been an option he considered, in this whirlwind romance or whatever the fuck. Eventually he sighs and shifts to lay on his back and stare up at the ceiling instead.]

Getting out of that without anyone dying would be a fucking miracle. I could die -- it's way more fucking likely that's gonna happen, you know? Nothing fucking special about me in a fight. And then if I somehow fucking don't, and you're okay... I'm gonna get old, someday, even if I don't got any kind of future I'm ready for. Life doesn't really give a shit about what I'm okay with. Dumb to try and plan around it.

[Maverick getting older isn't something they've really considered before. They've been too focused on themself that they...forgot that aging was inevitable. He's not going to be young forever.

Eventually, he's going to be gone.

What are they going to do without him?]

...Yeah. You're right.

[The scoot closer, resting their head against his chest. They listen to his heart beat, sighing.]

I guess there's no point in worrying about it all right now.

[Mav's quiet another beat, but then he curls both arms around them to hold them close.]

...No. Not really.

[There was no point to a lot of things, when you're thinking that far ahead. If he'd planned better, or been smarter, they probably wouldn't be here like this right now.]

I'm glad you stayed, [he repeats from earlier, though the cheer's gone out of him.]

[They’re almost afraid they’re going to get pushed away, though they can at least acknowledge that’s probably just paranoia on their part. They curl up into his side, pressing their lips together.]

Yeah. I am, too. [A beat.] Though I’m sorry I ruined the mood.

[Because it is, of course, all their fault.]

[His arms tighten, and he bites the inside of his cheek to hold back a sigh. He fucked up a perfectly good robot is what he did. Look at them, they've got anxiety. Also depression.]

Fuck off with that... I started it, if this fucking day in general didn't start it first. An' I want to hear what you think, remember?

[...]

What I think is that Thanksgiving is kind of a shitty holiday.

[Huff...Still, despite this, they’re glad they came. They’re glad they got to spend time with Maverick, meet his friends, experience taste for the first time. The fucking was pretty good, too, before they started talking.]

Not that all of tonight was bad, but...It seems way too stressful.

[He doesn't quite manage a laugh, but there's an amused huff, at least. Getting there.]

Yeah. Way too stressful... I swear, never had a Thanksgiving quite like that before. [friendship was a mistake, blah blah. Keeping one arm looped around them, he brings the other up to smooth through their hair as he hums in thought.] ...Yeah. Yeah, you were definitely the best part.

[And while he doesn't necessarily want to bring it back to sex, thinking about the high points of the day is definitely...reminding him about that whole Rover not minding the idea of taste-testing him. Hmmmmm. Keeping things serious and respectful is harder than it should be with this stupid sexy robot.]

Yeah? Maybe next one won't be so shitty.

[Maybe next time his love life won't be so fucking complicated. That would be nice.

They hum at the touch, tracing idle patterns across Maverick's chest with their hand. It's nice, being close to him, even with...all the things they're feeling.]

You know...

[Maybe they shouldn't bring it up. Hmm. They laugh, though, shaking their head.]

We were supposed to do something else.

[Also less trauma, maybe. It'd be good.

Lost in his thoughts, he starts a little guiltily at their voice. Ah... Right, drag his brain out of the gutter, okay, here he is.]

Uh, yeah? Sorry, I keep getting distracted.

[what...was it... he gave them ice cream, so it isn't that, probably...]

[Just less of everything that happened.

And hopefully he's ready for his brain to get dragged right back down.]

I said I'd give you a taste, didn't I?

[Yes, they are aware that's probably the least sexy way they could have said that.]

[ -- THANK GOD, HE'S NOT THE ONLY HORNY IDIOT. It really is a relief, although...

He rolls them, hovering over top of them and giving them a few kisses before drawing back again.]

You don't just wanna do it because...you think that's the only reason why I like having you around, right?

[They flick his forehead with a finger, nose scrunching up.]

Of course not. I'm not an idiot.

[...Or, well, not that much of an idiot.]

[mmmm

He rests his chin down on their chest and watches their face from his new perch.]

We still don't know a lot about each other. Half the time we're having sex or talking about it... It wouldn't make you an idiot if I made you think that was the most important thing. But good. You're more than that, even if you make me feel really fucking good.

I think...

[They speak slowly, deliberately, keeping their eyes on Maverick.]

I think that if you just wanted to fuck me you wouldn’t care about making sure you want more than that. So I get it. Shit’s complicated. But I still want to go down on you.

Hn.

[Fair enough. He gives them a small smile and kisses their chest before sitting back up onto his knees and working on propping up his pillows for him to lean back against.]

Far be it from me to deny you that, then, huh?

Hell yeah, don’t deny me anything.

[They’re joking. Probably.

They roll over onto their stomach, before pushing themself up on their hands and knees. They wait for Maverick to get settled before hovering over him with a smirk.]

[He bites his lip for half a second, watching them with anticipation, before he instinctively slips his hand into their hair again.]

I do gotta say, because of that whole cinnamon thing? It ain't exactly the most appetizing thing in the world. If, uh, you don't like the taste, I'm not gonna be offended if you don't want to swallow, or gotta turn your sensors off.

[They quirk an eyebrow, before nodding.]

Right, so it tastes like shit.

[They do appreciate the warning, though. They lift a hand, stroking up Maverick’s thigh to his hip. They do that a few times, before moving to stroke his cock. They lean down to place a kiss to the head, deciding they’re absolutely take the time to tease him by paying special attention to his piercing.]

[He rolls his eyes and ruffles their hair as punishment, but it's not like there's anything to correct. Even less as they proceed, making him press himself further back against the pillows and let out a slow, deliberate exhale. It's a little embarrassing, hearing and feeling himself react but still not quite at full hardness like they deserve, giving him these little attentions. His body must not be switching gears quite as easily as his mind, but it'll get there soon, he's sure, with their actions already enticing a brief, low moan out of him.]

Taking your time this time, huh...?

I'm going easy on you, old man.

[They know he's not old, but they also know he's much older than them.

They snicker to themself, before leaning in to start mouthing at his cock. It...mostly tastes like lube, which doesn't surprise them, but it is kind of disappointing. They want to taste Maverick, not the remnants of themself.]

Gross.

[He huffs and rolls his eyes, reprimanding them with a light tug of their hair. Don't be such a brat and ruin the mood, now...

...Welp.]

Uh, wow.

[wow????? rover, imagine how this sounds]

[Wow.

Wow. They snort, giggling and pulling back. Yeah, they're going to be a dick about this.]

Wow? Seriously?

You're 'seriously'ing me? I mean, come the fuck on, babe, I know what I said, but that was immediate.

[don't "gross" his dick so obviously, that wasn't even supposed to be the gross part............]

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