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RP here baybee

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.

Seb puts his forehead in the crook of Dev's neck and tells himself to breathe, to relax. He recalls telling girls that sometimes if they were really nervous, trying to comfort them. That memory doesn't particularly help.

But then there's a new feeling as Dev presses his finger inside. It's strange, a little uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt. He's surprised it doesn't hurt. His breathing deepens, his muscles relaxing just slightly.

Nuzzling his cheek against Sebastian's approvingly, Devero slides his finger further up into him. Past the first knuckle, past the second, and then just as gently he works it out again. He repeats the intrusion a couple of times, then adds a second finger to start to stretch him open.

Once both fingers are a couple of knuckles in, he pauses, then uses his other hand to suggest, "Rock a little. Ride them. Might help." And it might get Seb into it more than just being fingered and playing with Dev's hair a little.

He's getting in his head about how he cannot believe he's doing this and how awful it would be if anyone found out... And then Devero's fingers start giving him a different feeling. Something more pleasurable that makes him release a heavy breath and some more of his tension.

He's a little confused and embarrassed by the suggestion, but he follows it anyway, beginning to roll his hips. That spikes his pleasure enough that he briefly forgets about the shame laden in this act. He releases a soft moan, turning his head to clamp his front teeth gently on Dev's shoulder, fingers now twining into his hair at the root and gripping gently there.

"More." The word escapes him without thinking.

The bite of Seb's teeth into him and, especially, the pull to his hair make Dev's cock twitch between them and a groan rumble out of his chest. "Yes," he says, just a brief nod of one fist.

He starts to stretch and scissor him open in earnest, moving his hand counterpoint to Seb's hips, making the most of the way they roll. He gives Seb a third finger, fucks him with all three for a moment, and then bottoms them out inside of him. He pins Seb's hips into his own, their cocks now trapped together between them, and fumbles with his other hand for the lube.

Once he finds it, he presses the tube into Seb's side insistently, the only form of communication currently available to him with both hands occupied.

A louder moan erupts out of him, and he bites Dev harder and tightening his grip on his hair as his hips move more in earnest. This has the side effect of their cocks brushing each other every so often, which sends further jolts up his spine. His muscles are fully melting now, his thoughts mercifully unravelling.

Breath hot and heavy, he extracts himself from Dev just enough to take the lube from him and carefully apply it to his own hands. He wraps his flesh hand around Devero's cock, coating it generously with the lube and then stroking it. His lips then crash into Dev's, moaning into his mouth.

Dev's cock is already pearling at the tip by the time Seb wraps his hand around it, and the moan that rips out of him is obscene. He nods frantically against Seb, so thrilled that his partner knew exactly what he wanted without him having to say anything. He mouths along his shoulder, his neck, panting little mewls escaping him with every breath-- until Seb's mouth claims his and steals them all.

Devero sucks at Seb's tongue, his mouth as desperate and heated as his hands. He scrambles one to Seb's hip and the other to his own cock, grasping it tight around the base to steady himself. He lets Seb lead the kiss, but his fingers dig in tight as he guides Seb's hips forward and down, sliding his slick cock between slick cheeks and nudging it right up to the prepared opening.

He figured there would need to be lube on his dick if it were to have any chance of fitting inside, but Dev's reaction blows him away. He gets lost in the other's sounds, in the feeling of his mouth, his hands, his cock, awash in a tide of new sensations.

He breaks the kiss as he feels Dev's fingers coming out of him and his cock taking their place in the cleft of his ass.

"Wait--"

His arms wrap around his partner's neck again and he presses his forehead against Dev's, trying to catch his breath. He cannot believe what's about to happen, and needs a moment to accept this, paused hovering above him.

He has no idea what all of this makes him, and what it will mean for his life... If anything. A heretic, a defect, an awful pervert? If no one finds out, it might be fine. But all of that can be deliberated later; right now he knows he wants this man. This night has been the most fun he's had in years, the most like a real person he's felt in a long time, and he knows he's on the verge of something incredible. If something so right and good makes him bad, then... He'll figure it out. He'll repent, somehow.

And if they only get one night together, they need to make it count.

He nods against Devero's forehead.

"Okay."

As much as Devero wants this, he wants Seb to enjoy it even more. If that means waiting, so be it. He'll wait here with him as long as he needs to be comfortable, even if being comfortable means calling this part of the evening off.

Which isn't to say he's not eager to continue. A brilliant smile breaks across his lips when he feels Seb nod. "Okay," he echoes with a turn of his free hand, then slants his head in for a kiss.

While he's got his mouth on Seb's, he guides the smaller man's hips down, holding his cock tight as he rocks them together. With the same gentle but relentless pressure as he'd fingered him before, he works himself into Seb until the thickest part of his knob has passed inside.

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