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[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.

What's the problem with glitter?

[It's sparkly. Who wouldn't want to be sparkly??

Honestly, that just sounds like the ideal.]

Eeeverywhere. All the cervices.

[Speaking of which, one of his hands is traveling down fondle at their slit.]

How do you normally get yourself cleaned, anyway? After that first time, I didn't know if you had some internal shit or if you had to scrub later on.

So??

[It still sounds amazing.

They lean back, lifting their hips slightly.]

Have to scrub...Things I ingest get broken down and incinerated if they're not being used, but that's not really hooked up to my internal systems.

[It's all jerryrigged.]

[mmmm]

Sounds like a pain. Fucking wonder you put up with me coming inside you, if that's the case.

[But he can help out now, or something? Though he probably won't be as thorough... Maybe it's really just a plot to get to finger them again because he's a disaster man.]

I dunno, it's not so bad.

[He is definitely a disaster man, but Rover's not complaining. Let Maverick entertain himself with their body, they think.]

Sometimes it feels kind of gross, though.

[yeah...........]

I could always wear a condom. And things kinda fucking happened before I got the chance, but I did actually...get some lube. Yours is probably meant to keep you running smoothly, right? We should probably stop, uh, using it for this.

...Yeah.

[They should definitely stop using it.]

And I guess we could try condoms out? I don't really mind either way, honestly. Whatever you'd rather is fine with me.

[He hums as he moves his fingers inside them, amused in a way that makes him roll his eyes at their answers. It's nice to know he's not the only one making stupid decisions...but also why are they like this for him!! They're too good...]

No harm in trying. Dunno why I'm bothering to try and plan this shit, though... You're so fucking irresistible, it's hard to stop and think once we start. [hence the ice cream dick]

Well...

[They tilt their head back, squinting up at the ceiling.]

If you have 'em, we might use 'em, so there's no harm in buying some, right?

Yeah.

[A small amount of them, anyway, or a handful from the infirmary. They gotta have some, right? Those kinds of places always did. If they tried them out and decided they didn't have a place in their sex life, he'd rather not have spent too much money on them, and it wasn't like he wanted to have to use them with someone else anytime soon. Making things work with Rover was the goal.

...]

So it's good that getting water inside your bits like this isn't frying the fuck outta us, huh?

[...]

...

[They bark out a laugh, shaking their head.]

Yeah, I'd say that's a good thing. Especially with all the metal you've got in you.

[Yay... Their laugh is a song he could never get tired of, slam the repeat button on that one. Smiling, he turns his head to nose into their hair, far too content.]

Pretty fucking sure you got more... Guess I don't really got a fucking clue what your insides are like or made of, though. Either way, my metal's real fucking good, you gotta admit.

Mm, yeah, it's pretty good metal.

[Ehehehe.]

Maybe not as good as mine, though.

[Even the only visible metal on them is still their tongue piercing...But that's also basically proof they're made of metal, so? There's that?]

I'm alright letting you have the better metal.

[Can't really compare... He loves his piercings and doesn't feel like himself without them, but he'd still take them all out and trade them away if it was down to choosing them or Rover.

Maverick kisses at their shoulder once again before sitting up straighter and withdrawing his fingers. Just gonna swirl that around in the water a little before reaching for the shampoo. It's a bit of a weird feeling, unable to completely separate it from his time months ago, when he was with Akechi and would be running his fingers through his hair instead... Almost guilty. Everything else has felt so special and new, just for them.

Then he laughs softly to himself, watching the shampoo suds up and taking the liberty of wetting and spiking their hair into a mohawk. Akechi would never have been so fascinated and joyous to see the bubbles, no like Rover. Maybe it isn't his first time washing up with a lover, but it's theirs, and he's there with them, and that's what matters.]

Damn straight.

[They close their eyes, enjoying the feeling of Maverick's hands in their hair. They can't see what he's doing, but he seems to be enjoying himself, and that's all that matters.

They have no idea what he's thinking about, which might be for the best. Being compared to Akechi... They're still certain he'd rather have a lover who can feel, who can reciprocate in the way he wants, but Maverick is settling for an inferior model. They want to believe that's not the case, but...sometimes they're not so sure.

Still, for now they're just going to enjoy the peace.]

Should I get more?

[Stuck in his own head, it takes him a second.]

What, hair?

[He's having fun playing with their hair, for sure... Ah, wait. Duh. Metal, of course metal. Hmm.]

There something you were thinking about? There's way more shit than what I got.

[The thing about piercings and tattoos was that they were the sort of thing best gotten for yourself, rather than someone else, if you didn't want to live with regret. Even if Rover could banish any unwanted mods away easier than most, it still felt like a good rule to stick by. Explaining that would be tough, though.]

Yes, hair.

[Can you feel the sarcasm, Mav...

Hmm. Was there something they were thinking about?]

I know there's a lot of options...Like, so many options. But they all seem just as nice as the others.

[There's a pause, as they contemplate something.]

Probably not nipples, though. I don't have them all the time.

[He shakes his head and doesn't bother suppressing the chuckle that rises.]

Guess you don't exactly have the same sensitivity... Adding piercings wouldn't ramp that up for you like it does for some people, either.

[Whine whine, play with his piercings, whine. But hm hm hmm...]

Ain't like there's a rush to decide on anything. Sometimes lookin' at the different kinds of jewelry helps, too.

[Piercings...effect sensitivity? Is that why his dick is pierced??

What the fuck, doesn't that hurt?]

Doesn't it hurt?

[And there they go, asking.]

How many options are there? And I'm not sure I could even get a real piercing, anyways... Just make it look like I have one.

[Grinning, he kisses their soapy neck, arms falling to wrap around their torso again.]

Hey, sometimes that's half the point... For serious, though, if you're being fiddly or licking them or something, it ain't gonna hurt anyone. Long as you don't yank on them or do anything before they're all healed up, you should be good.

[Mav speaking with authority on a subject isn't entirely a new thing, but there's a genuine confidence where bluster and smugness sometimes were, instead. It's nice to actually...be sure about something, even when he's still feeling a bit floaty. That was just about gone, though.]

Yeah, but it ain't that different, just way easier... Fuck, there's like fifteen different ones you could do in your ear alone. I even seen some people do shit on their back that they can string like a corset.

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