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"Wow..." So he has no idea what crickets sound like at all. Even if Seb explained it, he wonders if it would make any sense.

"All that fancy tech, and they haven't figured out a way for you to hear?"

If that's rude, then at least it's in character.

"I mean, they have," Devero says, shrugging against the dirt. "There are Implants available that could probably make me hearing, at least to a certain extent. But I declined them."

That's curious. He looks at Devero.

"Why?"

"Because they didn't seem worth the effort," he says, looking up at the stars as he explains. "The implantation surgery is the easy part. Once the new hardware's installed, your brain has to actually learn how to hear, and apparently that hurts like hell. For months. No thanks."

Tox thinks of his own augment. Having his arm amputated and replaced by a magically-powered bionic one, and having to heal and re-learn how to use his own arm. It hurt, it was incredibly difficult, and the end result wasn't really that much better than his old arm. In some ways, worse.

"I understand."

Devero looks over at him, a bit...surprised, perhaps? "Thank you," he says with a little smile. "I appreciate that."

He can imagine not everyone understands. Most people would find it a no-brainer that having hearing would be something Devero wants badly enough to make all that worth it. But as aforementioned, Seb knows senses are a blessing and a curse. He can relate to sounds being painful, and it sounds like hell for that to happen for months.

He smiles back at Devero and rolls on his side to face him. For a moment, he just looks at the other man, taking him in. His body feels warm, like it's buzzing with a strange energy, his blood flowing differently. It's making him feel sort of oddly aroused, or maybe it's Devero doing that. Either way, he's trying to ignore it.

"Can you teach me another word?"

A moment after Seb, Devero rolls to his side as well. He can feel the other man's eyes on him, feels warm himself, feels seen in a way that he never would have expected an outsider could see him.

"Sure," he says, and flicks the translation off for a second to demonstrate a motion of the fingers of one hand from his mouth to extended fingers of the other. He feels dizzy, giddy, reckless-- knows it's the herb, damn him, but that doesn't stop him from repeating the motion, his expression open and inviting and hopeful.

Sebastian examines Devero, curious and open, both wanting to learn and wondering what word came first to Dev's mind. He mirrors the movement, fingers from mouth to other hand. Maybe it's speaking, or...

"What's that?"

Devero takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders (as much as he can, laying on his side in the dirt like this), and shoots his shot: "Kiss. It means kiss. Kiss me, maybe?"

Sebastian's stomach does a flip, and he looks dumbfounded, mouth falling agape. Then he averts his gaze, too scared to look into Dev's eyes again.

"You... You want...?"

It takes him a moment to process this. It's hard to imagine anyone wanting to kiss him, just for the sake of kissing and not as a means to an end of reproduction. There are so many rules against this, so many warnings, so much shame piled on through propaganda. He should feel ashamed for even considering it, but right now, out on the edge of some surface town with nothing around them but an expanse of stars, under the influence of something that's making him feel strangely nice, with a stranger whose laugh is infectious and who makes him feel human and seen and cared for, somehow the shame isn't present whatsoever.

He is, however, extremely nervous. Terrified. He still isn't able to meet Devero's gaze, but his hand reaches out for his arm.

He wants it.

"Okay."

Devero waits, watching hopefully in the dim light but not pressing Seb at all. He knows there's a chance he's misread the warmth in the air between them-- knows also that even if he hasn't misread it, that it might not be acceptable around here, or something Seb has an issue with personally, or--

But then Seb reaches out for him, and says okay, and Devero smiles brilliantly at him. "Okay!" he repeats, then covers Seb's hand with his own. He gives it a tug, inviting him closer. "Come here."

Seb has to glance shyly at that smile, and it only further endears him... Puppy dog.

His breath hitches with that tug, and he moves in closer. His arm slides further over Dev's shoulder. There's less than an inch between their bodies now, but Sebastian doesn't get close enough for them to come flush with each other, as though there's some invisible mental barrier between them that he won't let himself cross. Their faces come close, and he's suddenly struggling to catch his breath, overwhelmed by Devero's scent, the warmth of his body so close, how big and muscular he is, how handsome. The desire he has to touch and be touched is immense, but so is his fear, his father's voice in his head insisting that this is forbidden. He feels feverishly desperate, and yet, he cannot bring himself to kiss him.

Again Devero waits, giving him a moment even as he enjoys the increased proximity. He likes the way Seb fits in his arms, likes the disparity in their sizes-- not as a power thing, but just because he appreciates how they complement.

Close as they are, of course, he can't miss the nerves Seb is showing, the way his breathing seems to be getting choppy. He strokes his big hand down Seb's side, then up his back, smiling and steady. He wants to reassure him that this is okay, that they're alone here and safe, but this close together he can't easily sign. So he just tilts his head down to close the distance, and catches Seb's lips gently with his own.

The big hand spreads warmth and electricity through him, his body reacting immediately with more arousal. It is comforting, too, making this feel more like a romp with a friend than a stranger.

When their lips meet, when that invisible barrier has finally been crossed, his floodgates open. After the first soft chaste one, he initiates the next one, firmer, and soon deepens it with a heated fervor. His hand snakes around Dev's middle and presses on his lower back, drawing their hips together.

Oh, hello. Devero willingly matches Seb's energy, groaning loud and unselfconscious approval as their mouths come together the second time. He lets Seb lead the kiss, his mouth open and hot and receptive, and rolls his hips more-than-suggestively against Seb's as the other man draws him closer. He can feel himself already starting to flush under his fatigues, and slings one leg shameless up over Seb's hips to let him feel it too.

Dev's groan is as free as his laugh, and that only turns Sebastian on more. Remembering that Devero can't hear it anyway, he allows the release of a soft moan of his own as their mouths share heat and saliva, realizing belatedly that he can likely feel the vibration. Whatever. He's too desperate to care, every fibre of his body wanting to be closer, wanting more. He can't recall ever feeling quite like this. Moments of true desire in the Factory were few and fleeting, most of it dread and obligation. This is the opposite; illegal and delicious.

His hips grind hard into Dev's, his erection obvious. Hands (one oddly harder and firmer than the other) roam his big, warm body, and he's not sure if he's ever wanted anything more than to be pressed up against it, to be mandhandled by him, to crawl inside Dev's very bones. His kisses are heated and hungry, venturing deeper into Dev's mouth, nipping at his lip as though he's frustrated. And he is frustrated; he hasn't had sex in years, struggles to even masturbate because he's plagued with shame and bad memories around such acts. And perhaps those will be triggered here before long, but he feels safe enough with Dev that it's an acceptable risk, because he's sure the other man will be understanding. For now, they're far from his mind.

Grown up as he has in a culture that encourages normative sexual expression and experimentation, Devero's never been burdened with the shame and repression that plagues so many of these these outsider communities. His sexuality has always been open and generous; partners have always been easy to find. Any sexual frustration he's ever felt has been temporary, localized. So when Seb explores into his mouth with that heated, nipping aggression, Devero flirts his tongue encouragingly against him, inviting him deeper. When Seb's hands roam his body, he writhes under them, willing the other man to explore his physique.

And when Seb grinds his eagerness against Devero like that, there is nothing soft about his appreciative moan. He hooks his leg around both of Seb's and, without warning, rolls them, so that that smaller man is sprawled out on top of him. He skims both hands down to Seb's ass and grinds them together again, his own length now well swollen where it's trapped in his pants.

Dev's moaning is making him insane. In the past, many of his sexual partners were less than thrilled to be fucking him, and such sounds were either muted or faked if they happened at all. It gave him a complex, making him certain he was undesirable for his deficits; namely his lack of fertility.

Devero obviously wants him; there is nothing fake or muted here whatsoever. It's an elated, freeing feeling, the weight of his negative beliefs about himself just falling away. He's denied himself this for so long, but perhaps it was just that: him denying himself. Maybe it wasn't that no one wanted him, but that he wasn't willing to even put himself out there for fear of rejection.

Suddenly, he's on top of Devero, being manhandled just as he hoped for, and he moves to straddle his knees around the larger man's hips.

"Fuck," he mutters, completely breathless, his face hovering above Dev's, staring into his eyes as he grinds down on him. His hands feel up and across his chest appreciatively.

"What... What do you want?" The twofold fear of rejection and fear of doing anything unconsensual compels him to seek guidance from Devero. He plants his hands in the dirt to lift his chest up, giving Dev room to sign.

Vices take him, they are hurtling rapidly towards a point of no return here, aren't they? It's been a long time since Devero felt such raw, primal attraction to someone else that he actually has to grip Seb's hips and stop him. If he keeps grinding on him like that, Devero might not make it that much longer and he doesn't want this to end abruptly just because he's blown his load early like a teenager.

"Lube?" he blurts immediately, one hand moving in response to Seb's question while the other drags up his body to touch his cheek, his jaw, the corner of his mouth.

His grip is hard and strong, and it strikes Seb how different this feels with a man. He's never had sex with anyone stronger than him, and frankly, it may be more intoxicating than what they smoked.

He shakes his head.

"I don't-- I've never..." He's used lube before, but it was never an absolute essential, because... "Never done this with a man." Not any of it, not even a kiss.

As nervous as he usually might be to admit this, all he can think about right now is Dev's warm body pressed up under his throbbing erection, and the hand roaming up to his face. He leans into it, his mouth falling open, allowing Dev's thumb inside it if desired. This isn't like him at all... But in this moment, he doesn't care.

Oh yeah, he's tracing the curve of Seb's lip and then sliding his thumb past it. But it's not that little intimacy that makes his cock twitch in his trousers-- no, it's the way Seb's leaned into his palm just before, actually. He trembles on the ground beneath him as he reads Seb's admission off his Interface.

Some of the hot hunger banks inside him as he realizes he needs to be careful here. He nods, and-- regrettably, needing to take his hand back-- says, "Thanks for telling me that."

He shifts them again, drawing away from the edge of the gully and sitting up under Seb. He makes sure to keep the other man right in his lap as he does so, though, not wanting to relinquish a bit of their closeness. With his arms actually around the other man, he asks, "How far do you want to go?"

His mouth closes around Dev's thumb, suckling on it gently and rolling his tongue across the pad of it. It's gone too soon, but the man has to sign, so fair enough. Seb wraps his arms around Dev's neck as he sits up, also completely unwilling to give him any space.

The question is confusing. How far...? He's never been asked anything like this before, but instead of questioning it, he blurts:

"I want you... All of you. Everything." What that means, and how logistically they'll do that, he doesn't know. Devero seems to know, and even though they just met, he trusts him to be their guide.

"But-" he says suddenly, a nagging small part of his brain still scared that Dev doesn't actually want him, that rejection is mere seconds away. "Only if you do."

Close as they are, it's easy for Devero to lean his face down, touching his forehead to Seb's and wrapping both arms around him. For a moment he just holds him, heart racing with the thrill of having him close like this. It would have been one thing if they'd gone off together after Devero's peacocking in the bar-- still fun, sure, but more typical, more casual. Up here, after what they've shared on the walk and while they smoked, everything feels more... significant, and he doesn't want to ruin that.

He leans back from Seb a little, catching the other man's face between both of his hands and planting a kiss on his lips. "I really do," he says after, hoping that his lips and the close heat between them relays the sincerity that he knows his artificial voice sometimes lacks.

"But let's do it safe and comfortable, yeah?" Especially if Seb's never slept with another man before, Devero doesn't want his first time to be rawdogging in the desert dirt. "You have somewhere we can go, or should we sneak into my quarters?"

Seb tries to breathe, his sensitive nose filled with Dev's scent, musk and pheromones mixed with desert dust, beer, a hint of machine oil, and arousal. Even with eyes closed, the scent is pleasantly overwhelming in and of itself. He's still dizzy with all of this.

He reels even further from the sweetness of being held, and kissed, and reassured. He's almost never been treated with such kindness in his whole life, and it feels too good to be true, but he's not about to do anything to make it stop.

"I have a room in a shitty motel. But it's private, at least."

The last thing he wants is to separate from Dev, and to wait. But the promise that it will happen is enough for now.

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