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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.

He looks up with a vulnerable expression as Dev touches his face like that, still sweet and kind even in the midst of this. Seb cannot believe that they met for the first time just hours ago, and now they're doing this. He never could have imagined this situation if he tried. He would have thought he could never trust someone this much this soon, and he never could have expected the desire this man has drawn out of him.

Seb makes a soft almost-whine as Dev's warm, heavy body rolls off of him, but is glad to take his pants off and free his cock, which is now aching, and was starting to chafe against his denim pants. He's quick about it, discarding his clothes and shoes on the floor, eyes drawing to Dev's naked form as though magnetized. He decides to show the tattoos that travel down his right leg, because Dev likes them, and he figures maybe it's less weird to have one half of your body tattooed than three out of four limbs.

Catching sight of the 'rest' of Seb's tattoos, Devero makes an impressed sound in his throat. Still holding his shed pants in one hand, he runs the other up Seb's leg from ankle to hip, openly admiring the blackwork there. "Lovely," he says, eyes rising to Seb's as he does. "Fucking lovely."

He extracts the tube from the cargo pocket on his trouser leg, then pitches the garment carelessly away. One hand holding the lube, he crawls to the head of the bed, sitting up against it and patting his thigh invitingly. His cock juts up proud from his lap, about as big as the rest of him is, red and more than ready to move on to the next stage of their encounter.

Seb smiles and blushes a little at the compliment, and the gentle admiration of his body. The touch sends goosebumps across his skin.

Arsil fucking guide him, everything this man does is hot, somehow. Even the way he throws his clothing carelessly to the side. He can barely believe his eyes, that a huge naked man with a proportionally huge cock is patting his lap for Sebastian, and what can he do except obey?

He crawls toward Dev, though he hesitates once he gets close, eyeing his cock. Despite how much he wants this, the size of it is intimidating, and he imagines it will hurt. Moreover, he has no idea what sort of position he should be in. Surely, Dev doesn't expect him to immediately sit on it, so Seb curls up at his side, hoping for further instruction.

When Seb tucks up against him, Devero drapes an arm around him, hugging him close for a moment. "Have you done any anal stuff?" he asks, modified signs since his one arm is hooked around Seb, but comprehensible enough to his software. "Or is this your first time trying it at all?"

He leans against Dev's shoulder, hand on his chest, knee hitched up over his tree-trunk thigh. His face scrunches in distaste at the words anal stuff.

"First time," he answers. Only P-in-V sex leads to babies, therefore any other kind was taught as dirty and wrong.

"It's... Frowned upon where I'm from. Is it safe?" He eyes Dev's cock again. "And do you really think that will fit?"

Somehow, Devero's not surprised to hear that, but he keeps that to himself. He scoops up the tube he'd brought and offers it to Seb on an open palm. After the other man takes it, he tells him (with his arm still hooked over Seb's shoulders), "This makes it safe. It'll form a prophylactic barrier between us, so you won't have to worry about anything I might have transferring. As for this--" He palms his cock as part of what he's saying, a heavy breath falling out of his parted lips even as his translator keeps on speaking, "we'll do some prep first. And if at any point you decide you don't want to continue, or if you want to do me instead, just let me know and we can reconfigure."

His language as he talks about this may be clinical, but his motions and his body language are easy and confident. This is a man who knows what he's doing, who's never had his sexuality checked by shame, and who's excited to have some more with someone he finds quite attractive.

Through the explanation, Seb's curious gaze shifts between the lube, Dev's face, his hands, and his cock. He turns the small bottle over in his hands, wondering what prophylactic means. In any case, a barrier seems like a good idea with this kind of thing.

It soothes his nerves that Dev knows what he's doing, and that he says they can stop at any time. He does wonder if he would even feel able to tell Devero if he wanted to stop. Probably... At least with Devero saying so, he knows it's an option.

He nods and presses his lips to Dev's shoulder, looking up at him through dark green lashes.

"Okay. I'm ready. Tell me how to position."

For a biologist, he really likes to have clear orders.

Vices take him, Devero loves the way Seb is peering up at him like that. He bends and presses his own lips to Seb's forehead, then straightens back up again.

Guiding him through it with both words and his big hands, Devero drews Seb onto his lap, positioning him with his legs split wide across Dev's thighs. "Put your arms around my neck," he instructs, "and rise up on your knees-- yeah, like that. Fuck, that's perfect."

Arms around Seb, he uncaps the lube and squeezes a generous glob over his fingers. He spreads it between both hands, warming it a little as he does, and then takes both sides of Seb's ass in his slick hands. He gives it a little knead, spreading the slickness across both cheeks and letting Seb get used to the feeling of the substance before venturing anywhere more intimate.

He straddles Dev again, just barely having enough flexibility to spread his legs that wide. He obeys the instructions, arms around his neck, up on his knees. The big warm hands remind him that this is something fun, something he can trust Devero with, not a cold clinical situation.

He watches Dev lube his hands, and then blinks a couple of times when his ass is grabbed. It isn't quite what he was expecting, and it feels slightly strange to have lubricant spread there, but he focuses on the feeling of his partner's hands massaging him. He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against Dev's, focusing on keeping his breathing steady.

Devero spares a hand for a, "Good," when Seb leans into him, but after that both hands are right back at it. He moves steadily from groping and kneading Seb's ass to delving into it, one hand spreading him open while the other drags slick into his cleft. He switches sides and does it again, feeling him all over. Partially it's enthusiasm for the task, but partially he's doing it so Seb can get used to being touched so intimately. He's paying very close attention as he works him, monitoring the pace of Seb's breathing and how tense his legs on either side of Dev's thighs and the tension in his arms around Dev's neck. As badly as he wants to get his dick inside this slender, beautiful man, he's just as ready to call this off if it seems like he's pushing Seb somewhere that he's not ready to go.

The praise is nice. It's always reassuring to hear that he's not fucking something up.

Seb's sense of touch isn't as heightened as his vision, hearing, and sense of smell are, but he's still a little more sensitive than the average person. As Dev's fingers slip into the cleft of his ass, his breath hitches, and as Dev continues, he starts to shiver and tremble slightly. It's a brand new sensation, one that does not feel altogether safe with all of the bad things he's heard about this sort of act. The anticipation of the unknown is mounting his nerves, and his right hand begins to play with the hair at the back of Dev's neck, unconsciously trying to distract himself.

Devero bends his head forward, giving Seb more access to the back of his neck. He exhales a soft, approving moan-- he quite likes that, apparently.

He pauses to apply a little more lube to his hands, then spreads it liberally up and down Seb's cleft. He pauses again, this time to ask, "You okay for me to keep going?"

Dev encourages his stimming, so he continues, gathering more of his hair and twining it between his fingertips.

"Yes. Just- just do it, please," he whispers. There's a hint of nervous urgency in his tone, which Dev can probably pick up on through his phrasing. The teasing is proving to make him more tense rather than less; he doesn't like unknowns, and would like to turn this one into a known sooner than later.

So that is nervous tension, rather than anticipatory, gathering in Seb. All right. Devero nods, then tucks his face against Seb's shoulder, pressing his lips there for a moment even as he presses a fingertip against Seb's entrance. He massages it for just a moment, then gets on with things, working that same fingertip up and into him with gentle but insistent pressure.

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