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[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.]

[This is, somehow, a much different experience than the first blowjob they gave him. Have they lost their touch? Are tastebuds that impactful?

They're over thinking it. They bob their head up and down, taking more of Maverick in their mouth and trying not to think about what they're doing. It's fine. This is fine.

...They hope he comes pretty quickly, though.]

[Not fast enough, that's for sure. Even if Maverick is getting more into it the more Rover does, and there's no awkward breaks spent catching their breath or fighting a gag reflex, it's still...what it is. His clean, ice cream-free hand has found its way back to their hair, and after a bit he uses that hold to bring them to a halt.]

Um. [every part of this is embarrassing why not keep that up] Sorry. Mind if I, uh, take control a sec? Not to be a dick, but it might help get this over with.

[romance.............]

[Wow, are they doing that badly?

...Or is this entire situation just bad? It's probably the latter.]

Uh. Sure. You can fuck my face.

[It's not like it can hurt them...]

[There's a beat of silence over their bluntness, then a soft, amused snort.]

This is fucking ridiculous.

[Before he can think to stop himself, he's covering his face with both hands and laughing into them. Ugh, great, now he's got ice cream sticky on his face and it's only making him laugh even harder.]

Holy fucking shit! Holy fuck, this is so stupid.

[But even with the moment so spectacularly ruined, he seems...happy.]

[Watching him laugh makes them...feel better than just about anything else this night. They rest their cheek against his thigh, looking up at him.

They're so gone for him it's disgusting.]

Hey. [They pinch his thigh.] It was your idea.

[He's still giggling when he shifts his thigh away from their pinching, and then he's leaning forward, bracing himself on his hands as he bends to kiss the top of their head.]

You went along with it pretty damn easily, babe. [It's a tease filled to bursting with affection. He loves them...] I need to fucking wash off after that. Wanna come with, or are you good out here?

[They roll their eyes.]

No, I want to spend the rest of the night covered in lubricant and jizz. Of course I'm gonna come with.

[They're absolutely filthy, okay, they can acknowledge this.]

[It entices another laugh, even if he's shaking his head. Alright, time to push himself up.]

Hey, I fucking dunno. And at least you're not as gross as me? You're lucky you don't sweat, it's fucking gross, even if it was worth it...

[bless the rooms here having some quality tubs. let's goooo...]

Plus... I dunno. Maybe some people are weird about keeping their hygiene and sex life separate.

[They roll out of bed, hopping a bit onto their feet.]

Yeah, sweating seems kind of disgusting.

[Lead the way, Mav.]

I don't have nearly enough shame for that.

[At least they admit it...]

[Yeah...sigh...they're so great. Maverick grins over his shoulder at them, reaches back to take up their hand in his, and leads them over to the bathroom. They're still inn digs, but Ramona clearly splurged on this part of the design to keep customers relaxed and satisfied instead of just clean. Inn of Atropos is all about that comfort, man.

Also wow, his shirt feels so fucking gross... Next time, he's going to have to strip down no matter how much he's in a hurry. He peels it up over his head and wanders over to sit on the tub's ledge and start up the hot water.]

Preference on a shower or a soak?

[It's a good inn, and it's a shame Rover doesn't appreciate it nearly as much as they should.

They follow him into the bathroom, hovering by him as he starts the hot water. They stare at the tub, curious for a moment.]

I've never soaked before.

[They've only ever bathed at the dorms...Which are fancy bathrooms, yes, but still. They've never indulged.]

[Hmmm...! Well then,]

Might as well keep trying new shit, right? This one ain't as stocked as the other guests', but I think there should still be...

[Yep. Shoved away in a cabinet beneath the sink, where he stored a lot of shit he deemed unnecessary when he moved in, is a small vial of bubble bath mix. Dumping that in.]

Never really understood the point of this shit, but it adds to the experience, I guess. Actually, come to think of it, it's probably popular in media because it fucking censors bath scenes naturally.

[Oh shit! Bubbles! Rover watches the bubbles form, absolutely delighted.]

Holy shit, that's incredible.

[They're so excited...

They reach out, putting their hand through the bubbles with a grin.]

Why wouldn't you use this all the time?

[Seeing their enthusiasm, Maverick's face softens into a smaller, more private smile, and he suddenly doesn't have any sort of answer for them.]

Heh. Who knows.

[If this small, stupid thing makes them that happy, why isn't it used all the time? He reaches down to take a small scoop of the bubbles in his palm and blows it, sending the suds tumbling lazily through the air.

Once there's enough that he's confident his introduction to the tub won't destroy all the bubbles, Maverick swings his legs around and eases himself in with a hiss. Ah, little bit hotter than expected, but he can handle it. One knee is bent and splayed out of the way, suggesting the space there he's making for them that's obscured by the bubbly mess.]

C'mere.

[They laugh at the spray of bubbles, dragging their hand through the foam.

When Maverick settles in, they don't waste any time before they're sliding between his legs. They're still fascinated by the bubbles, scooping them up from where they gather in front of them. This stuff is great - it smells nice, too.]

I should get some of this stuff.

[Just in case they decide to start taking baths, now.]

[Even if he can’t see their face anymore, he can imagine the wonder there from the way they move. With a happy hum, Maverick leans forward to rest his chin on their shoulder and curl his arms around their waist.]

I’ll be sure to sneak some for you to take with before you leave tomorrow. But you know what you really gotta see, if you like bubble baths? Fucking bath bombs.

[They hum, leaning back into him. They arch an eyebrow, even though there's no point in making faces.]

What the fuck is a bath bomb?

[That sounds...dangerous.]

[Dangerous for Rex's wallet, maybe.]

Awh, come on, babe. Don't you have a head full of Google, or something? Trust me, it's something you gotta see, not hear me try to describe.

Well, yeah, but sometimes it's fun not knowing the answers.

[They are going to quickly search for what a bath bomb is, though, as they play with the bubbles.]

What the hell, those look awesome.

[He smiles into a kiss to their shoulder, pleased with their reaction even if he doesn't get to see just what they're seeing or their expression.]

Figured you'd be into 'em.

[But he's gotta pull back a second to scrub his face clean, then scoop up a bunch of bubbles to set on top of Rover's head.]

Might get glitter fucking everywhere, though.

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