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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.

"Perfect," Devero says, even as his lids draw heavy over his eyes and he groans in pure anticipation. Then he lets his head fall back and says, his arms still moving around Seb, "Fuck, I guess this means we have to get up, though, doesn't it?"

Of course they do. Devero releases Seb, pushing gently at him to shoo the other man up off his lap, and clambers up after him. Grinning crookedly, he adjusts himself in his pants, pushing his impatient self into a more manageable configuration for walking, then holds his hand out for Seb's. "Shall we?"

Edited Date: 2026-01-25 04:05 am (UTC)

That groan makes Sebastian kiss him one more time, hard, hands cupping both sides of his face. One for the road.

"Unfortunately." He sighs and stands, and the opportunity to collect himself is perhaps a blessing in disguise. He fixes himself in the same way Dev does, and then takes a moment to rub his face with his hands and then shake them out, grounding and resetting himself. He squares his shoulders and takes a deep breath, remembering where they are, remembering the world outside of Dev's body. But he misses it already, and it's cold now. He shivers and takes Dev's hand.

He feels like he's floating as he leads them to the motel, and the only thing tethering him to reality is Devero's hand in his and the possibility of getting lost, which makes him pay attention. He has to stop a couple of times to 'uhhh' and then pick a direction, but eventually they get to it, a shitty little motel on the outskirts of town. Seb fumbles with his key to let them into the outdated, run-down room. It at least has the essentials- a double bed and a full bathroom.

The one last essential comes into the room in one the cargo pockets of Devero's fatigues: lube. The last thing he'd wanted to do was prolong this interruption in their tryst, but Seb's look had been so blank when Devero had checked if he had any that Dev knew he had to be responsible party regarding this part. Thankfully, all he'd had to do was pop into his quarters in their hotel 'barracks' on the way through town and grab the tube he'd packed just in case he happened to get lucky. (Sure, he'd assumed that if he got lucky it was probably going to be with a squad-mate or a civ on the delegation, not a local, but he was prepared either way.)

The motel room may be shitty, but Devero only has eyes for Sebastian as the door closes behind them. "Finally," he says, tongue tracing his teeth hungrily. "Come here," he says, and reaches out to grab Seb and pull him in for a kiss.

It's good that Dev brought it with him, because Sebastian doesn't have any idea where one gets lube on the surface. He's unsure if it's even sold in a town like this... So he's fine to wait a few extra minutes, still deferring to his more experienced acquaintance.

As soon as he closes the room's door, Devero is on him, and he's relieved that it wasn't just him feeling incredibly impatient. Seb wraps his arms around him immediately and opens his mouth, picking up with the same intensity they left off with. He exhales a soft moan into his partner's mouth and tries to steer them toward the bed, his cock quickly springing back to life.

Steered by Seb, Devero stumbles backwards into the bed, impacting with just enough momentum to topple backwards onto it. He pulls Seb down with him, dragging the smaller man back on top of his body with a grunt. He breaks the kiss, but only to explore Seb's face further with his lips and tongue. He brushes kisses across Seb's chin and cheek, breathes hot into his ear, finds his earlobe and gives it a nibble. His hands seek down the plane of Seb's back, grabbing for the hem of his shirt and pulling it up.

Devero's hard again already, thick and trapped in his pants, but his attention is so focused on exploring his evening's companion that he almost doesn't care.

Seb straddles him, the same way he had before, and closes his eyes to feel Dev's mouth moving over to his ear, warm saliva and breath sending a shiver down his spine, releasing a moan from him. He's never experienced foreplay that was anything but utilitarian, and the heated passion of this shocks him, as though he didn't think it was actually possible to be this turned on by someone.

As Devero pulls on his hem, he sits up to take off his vest and then his shirt, revealing his lean-muscled abdomen and chest. He's using an illusion to cover up his facial tattoos and his bionic left arm, but his right arm does sport stark black abstract designs. He's oddly pale for a surface-dweller, especially in the desert; harder to keep up an illusion on your whole body without losing your concentration at some point.

He soon leans down again, working at the buttons of Dev's fatigues while allowing him to touch him. He realizes that if Dev spends much time touching his left arm, or if Seb touches his skin with his left hand, he might realize it's metal. He figures there isn't much he can do about that, other than try to keep his left hand to himself.

Maybe he can't hear that moan, but Devero's Interface gives a little haptic tap against his temple to indicate it, and it makes him grin. It's hard for him to keep his hands off Seb while the man disrobes, but at least the view is nice. His eyes light up at the sight of the blackwork on Seb's arm, attention-stealing enough that any other discrepancies go unnoticed. So what if he's pale? He's lean and sculpted in a way that Devero appreciates, and he's got ink!

Devero helps Seb undress him, eager to get his own arms out of his fatigue jacket and reveal his own blackwork. Seb's already seen the circuits on his forearm, but the design is now revealed to go all the way up to his shoulder. There's some on his abdomen, too, the lines crossing from his pec to his flank before disappearing around to his back.

"I like your ink here," he says, settling down after shucking off his undershirt as well and skimming his palm along Seb's arm.

Seb sits up and looks down at Devero, admiring his tattoos which look high-tech, to fit his culture, he assumes.

"Thanks," he says with a breathless smile, happy to extend his right arm and keep the focus off his left. Sebastian got his own tattoos when he entered the militia when he was twelve, a rite of passage for all soldiers. They start small and are added to as you go up in rank or gain accolades, facial tattoos being a visual representation of a successful soldier. He's proud of them, wishing he could show Dev all of them, all of him. He knows Devero's acceptance wouldn't be the issue, but it could be very bad for the commune for him to leak his status.

"I like your... Everything." Dev looks even better without a shirt, beefy and muscular in a way that makes Seb salivate. He slides his hand from Dev's abs up across his chest and shoulder, admiring.

His eyes lid, and he dives back down to Dev's neck, kissing and sucking a mark into it, nipping at it hungrily.

Ironically, there's something similar going on with Devero's circuits, though much less formalized. He'd gotten his first circuits along with his first set of Implants, the ones in his arms and hands that facilitated the GSL translation provided by his Interface. With each subsequent hardware install or upgrade, more circuits. Not every hitek got tattoos like these to commemorate expanding their system, but it was pretty common.

His smile up at Seb turns goofy at the compliment. "Thanks," he says. "I work hard at it." He has no compunction about being admired, even squirming a little under Seb's touch while he's explored.

The assault on his neck makes him arch under Seb, gasping and moaning outrageously. One of his big hands come up to cradle Seb's neck, making it clear that he does not disapprove. His other spreads across Seb's back, fingers sneaking under the waistband of his pants to grope his ass much more directly than he had up on that ridge.

"Clearly." Seb's smile is wry, contrasting Dev's innocent puppy-dog grin.

That moan almost makes him feel like he's good at this, which is strange and thrilling. As Dev's hands keep him in place, he continues, moving higher on his neck to just below his ear, sucking another hard mark. He begins to grind into Dev again, and then his ass is grabbed, making him exhale sharply against his neck.

"Fuck, Dev," he says, lips against his neck so he can feel the words, breath hot as he nips at his earlobe.

What, can't a peacock be proud of the tail he's grown?

Devero moans again, not quite as outrageously loud this time, but deep and sincere nonetheless. He cranes his head to the side, giving Seb free access to the column of his throat, the space under his ear. "More," he demands, lifting his hand from Seb's neck for exactly as it takes to shape that sign. His other remains right where it is, kneading appreciatively.

At the same time, though, he lifts one of his big thighs up behind Seb, driving their hips together that much harder.

The flat and neutral 'more' in contrast to Devero's loud moans is a little funny, but Sebastian takes the command seriously, sinking his teeth into the met of Dev's trap muscle and moaning in a way that reverberates deep in his chest and throat. He feels like an animal, overwhelmed by lust and Dev's warm limbs all around him, quickly losing all access to rational thought.

He continues to bury his face in Dev's neck and suck into it, knees planted in the mattress and plowing his hips forward.

"Please," he moans breathlessly between kisses, not really knowing what he's asking for.

He bucks and shudders when Seb bites him, nearly shouting his wordless approval. Vices take them both, there is something animal about this, isn't there? Devero feels it too, feels alive and electric with how much he wants Seb right now.

"Seb," he says, his fingers slurring the letters together over and over. "Seb, Seb-- fuck--" He feels a peak approaching that couldn't be-- isn't possibly-- okay, it might actually be an orgasm, with the way Seb's rutting against him, and never mind that they're both still in their damn pants.

He grabs Seb's hips with both hands, the one still half-under his waistband, and stops him from grinding them together any further. With a single heave, he flips them on the bed, trapping the smaller man between his bigger, heavier body. His eyes are blown wide as he fixes them down on Seb's face. "Seb," he says again, sitting up only as far as he needs to to be able to sign, "do you want to fuck me, or me fuck you?"

So Dev likes the aggression, likes the pain. That's new, and it's a relief. In the past when he'd gotten aggressive he would always feel guilty afterward, and he might feel that way this time too, but it's tempered by the fact that Devero is bigger than him and clearly handles pain well. It removes Seb's fear that he's somehow taking advtange of someone or hurting them.

"Please, Dev..." He realizes he's begging because he wants more, but he doesn't want to be the one to reach for it, to initiate it. Another mental block.

So he's grateful when Dev takes control, and being manhandled again makes him hit the mattress with a moan. He stares up at Devero with flushed cheeks, lidded eyes and an open mouth.

"You-... You fuck me. Please," he breathes. Eager and intense as he may be, he is afraid of being the one in control.

He doesn't know how this works, and the only things he's been taught about it are that it's dirty and bad and shameful. Right now, he couldn't care less about what the Pater thinks is shameful. This is more human than he's felt in years.

"Just tell me... What to do," he asks. Devero said he wanted it to be safe, so he trusts him to make it so.

"With pleasure," Devero tells him, dropping one hand after to caress Seb's cheek. He traces the other man's lower lip with his thumb, then swoops down on him for a hot, hungry kiss.

But just one. He breaks them apart again, and rolls off Seb, separating from him with an unhappy groan. "Pants off," he says, his hands almost shaking as he works his fly. He starts kicking off his boots at the same time, not wanting to spend any more time at this than absolutely necessary.

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