un: xspire

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At what point does something get the right to be called a person? What do they need to do to deserve that?

Has anyone ever thought about it?

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sorry folks it's all downhill from here

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It's not that.

[They thread their fingers through his hair, before dropping their hand. They feel warm, but not in a way that concerns them. Everything seems to be in order, they just...

Feel overwhelmed.]

I just wasn't sure I could feel anything at all.

[It's a quiet admission, as Maverick calls them beautiful. Those words make them feel even more flustered, but looking at him he seems...just as flustered. So at least they're not alone.]

But I don't think I'm going to overheat.

[They're pretty sure they won't - they don't think they could get much warmer, but they have no idea.]

Are you going to be okay?

stay on this path to enter the bone zone

[deuteranope]

[It takes two to tango, after all. On this, they can agree. Might as well have them both be idiots about it, in different ways, so they can fumble their way to the finish line together.

Maverick laughs, even it's...embarrassing. He's done this before, he shouldn't need to be asked!! But...it's never been quite like this. Definitely feels exciting and new, with this little gremlin of a robot beneath him.]

I'm... [He ducks back in, leaving a soft kiss on their neck before continuing.] ...going to be fucking great.

[Of this he's almost certain. How could he not be way more than okay? Satisfied, Maverick pulls back again so he can peel his hoodie and shirt up over his head, revealing the eclectic collection of tattoos and pierced nipples, and remove the fingerless gloves. He's aching for as much contact as possible, really, and tugs their hips together with a shaky exhale. With confirmation they can feel... His now-bare hands slip underneath Rover's clothes, gently exploring their skin for any hints of something that they seem to enjoy feeling more than the rest.]

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[They prop themselves up on their elbows as Maverick undresses, looking him over. They know they don't have anything to compare it to, but...]

You're pretty hot, you know?

[They laugh again, awkward and embarrassed, feeling a little bit like they're making a fool of themself.

They hope they don't disappoint him.

They roll their hips up against him, taking a shaky breath at the feeling of Maverick's hands against their skin. They don't need to breathe, no, but with the exhale they can release some of the heat that's building up in their core. Their cooling system is working on overdrive, now, and their breath is hot.]

What should I do...?

[deuteranope]

[He laughs, too, happy to hear it even if he doesn't exactly get it. It sounds genuine, which pleases him more than the words themselves, and the little markers of insecurity help to make the doubts lighten up on his heart even more. Heh. He's already feeling great, and they've only just started.

He bites his lip to suppress the soft groan and presses his lower half more insistently against them. He's quieter when he speaks, too, but a little rough.]

That. More of that. [Directing someone in how to please him is definitely out of his depths, but he sure does know that was a good feeling that would finish hardening him up pretty quickly. Which -- hm. Grinding into them and burying his face in Rover's collarbone to reward them with more kisses, he murmurs,] Can you get my zipper? N'touch me... You can play with my piercings. Kiss me.

[He's needy and easy to please, really, they could do pretty much anything.]