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[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............]

You'd say gross too if you were licking a lube-covered dick.

[They're going to defend their honor!! For as much as they have any honor to defend.

They're also going to roll their eyes and go right back to Mav's dick, licking a stripe from root to tip. They do still want to get him off, even if things are starting off rough.]

[Ah. And also an ah that he chokes back in favor of sighing out a,] Fair enough.

[He likes watching them work -- he remembers the first time seeing the way their lips moved along his shaft as they bobbed up and down, no hesitation or difficulty, and he's looking forward to that again -- but his desire to Fix The Problem has him glancing over to his bedside table. Ehhhn...]

I, uh... I could make it taste better, but I dunno if I'd say it's less gross...

[They pause for a moment, staring up at Maverick and quirking their eyebrows. They're curious, and they push themself up.]

What do you mean?

[Don't...don't do this to them. They don't deserve this.]

[I hate to do it to 'em, but

Mentally screaming at himself and face burning with embarrassment, Maverick bites down hard at the inside of his cheek before leaning over to pick up his abandoned bowl from before. The remainder of the ice cream is a melted puddle, by now, especially with him having mixed it out of shape earlier...not that that does anything to ease the weird feelings clawing up his insides. This is...humiliating... If it helps, though, it might just be worth it.

He offers the bowl out to them with a light, prompting wiggle.]

You'd rather be tasting this, right? We could, uh...

[...]

...Uh.

[They get the gist of what Maverick is saying, and they stare at the bowl for a long, hard moment. They...would rather taste that, yes, but would that really work for long? Or would the taste just mix and then ice cream would be ruined for them forever?

Hm.

...Eh, fuck it.]

Uh. Sure? We can...try that.

[In that moment, a little piece of Maverick dies. If someone had asked him before how far he was willing to go for his hot robot partner, this wouldn't have been the scenario that popped into his head...and yet here he is, chewing on his lip and dipping his hand into the sweet, soupy mess...to slather on his dick...

What is his fucking life? And why is a part of him attempting to make this better by reassuring himself that oh, this doesn't feel bad at all, it's not that strange.

It's pretty fucking strange, another part of him snaps back.

Once his (to his despair, softening) shaft is suitably covered, he shivers more from the anxiety that's building to near-sickening levels more than any lingering chill, and he leans back again while lapping at what's left on his hand. There's the faintest bit of something tasting off there, but...it's manageable, for him. Hopefully the same could be said for the mess Rover's going to deal with, now.]

A-alright. Try, uh, try now.

[This is not going as intended. They're not sure how they feel, now that the deed's been done. It's too late to take it back, though, so they just have to commit.

They just have to fucking. Do it. And stop waffling around.]

Uh, right.

[They lower themself back down, staring at his ice cream covered dick. It's...perhaps not shockingly unappealing, but he did this for them, so they shouldn't be complaining...

Right.

Time to stop pussyfooting around.

They wrap their lips around the head, a bit...disappointed he's gotten softer, but still determined to get something out of this. And the ice cream doesn't not help, though they can definitely still taste the off taste of lube.]

[The amount of Unsure energy in the room is at least enough to let Maverick know that he probably won't ever have to do this again, and hopefully it won't be something either of them speak of. It'd be nice to pretend this moment in particular didn't exist...at least until he takes a breath and sighs it out, closing his eyes so he can focus on the feel of their mouth on him. As long as he can focus on that sensation...

Okay. This isn't so bad. The one he loves is going down on him under some ridiculous circumstances, but they're still sucking his dick and he can't find anything to complain about that.]

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