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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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[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.]