[ No faces will be subjected to shearing. Dolph lets up the second he senses the gesture’s accomplished what he wanted it to, which was gently reminding Ramon he still needs to scrub off the last twelve plus fucking hours. While they’re here, they will be getting clean. After that, no matter what they decide to do, things will be more pleasant for them both.
Dolph expects Ramon to do the practical thing though, not haul himself all the way back up. Kissing him? Must have short-circuited him, because he’s never given a shit about Ramon using his “powers” or whatever it's accurate to call them, in his company. That should be even more evident tonight.
Then again, maybe it’s Dolph who's full of shit for assuming a damn thing, because Ramon is ready to match him in confidence when he returns. The grip on his shoulders says enough. “Is this seat taken? It is now” — though in recent memory, he's more used to sending that message and not so much being the recipient. Once, Alex sat in his lap as a joke. And he did have a point. That jerk did look silly holding onto the bar as if he was going to fall on his ass. At the time, Dolph was fine letting Alex clamber back down and go right back to being the bedrock in their relationship. Having something that seemed so solid to curl up against always felt safe. He thought he needed that. Every atom of his confused mix-and-match of a body wanted that.
And it's something that Ramon can’t give him, but maybe it’s not the only thing he’s looking for anymore. Dolph's been having thoughts. He followed them through. Now, there's an ass spread over the most sensitive region of his inner thighs. If his brain didn't think there was something to like about that, he wouldn't be sticking around.
Even so, there’s no skipping the adjustment period when it comes to first time relations with an alien. Appropriately, the cyborg looks like he’s crunching data. That’s essentially what all the new incoming sensations are. And the visual of a headless, limbless, dickless body. Someone worried about coming off too crass might have withheld their gaze. Not Dolph—he can't not study the situation.
He has questions. Who wouldn't? He just isn't planning on asking them. He's adult enough to do his own exploring. Later, once the make-up has been dealt with at the very least. Because of the side Ramon chose to make himself comfortable on, the hand Dolph would have let wander winds up with the beat-up little cloth. He's reluctant to touch him with the metal one. Eden didn't design it with skinship in mind. Their software, on the other hand, incidentally works to to isolate foundation from skin. Ramon misses out on the truly ridiculous scene playing out in Dolph's HUD, as billion-credit tech digitally highlights leftover foundation, lending to the most precise makeup removal job ever. Dolph smirks serenely. ]
You're returning the favor when I'm done.
[ All Dolph is wearing is a subtle ring of kohl, so it isn't much of a threat. Any more than that is waste when he spends all day cloaked, and when the whole idea is that his face won't be livestreamed to the city any time soon.
Come time to switch sides, Dolph practically picks up Ramon's head from underneath to shoo it toward his other shoulder. The cloth is passed into chrome, freeing flesh to go do things with flesh at last. First, Dolph tries wrapping his hand around Ramon's approximate-hip as if supporting him, even if it's the last thing a man who can levitate needs. He's also not shy about giving the soft paunch he finds there a squeeze. What's this?
no subject
Dolph expects Ramon to do the practical thing though, not haul himself all the way back up. Kissing him? Must have short-circuited him, because he’s never given a shit about Ramon using his “powers” or whatever it's accurate to call them, in his company. That should be even more evident tonight.
Then again, maybe it’s Dolph who's full of shit for assuming a damn thing, because Ramon is ready to match him in confidence when he returns. The grip on his shoulders says enough. “Is this seat taken? It is now” — though in recent memory, he's more used to sending that message and not so much being the recipient. Once, Alex sat in his lap as a joke. And he did have a point. That jerk did look silly holding onto the bar as if he was going to fall on his ass. At the time, Dolph was fine letting Alex clamber back down and go right back to being the bedrock in their relationship. Having something that seemed so solid to curl up against always felt safe. He thought he needed that. Every atom of his confused mix-and-match of a body wanted that.
And it's something that Ramon can’t give him, but maybe it’s not the only thing he’s looking for anymore. Dolph's been having thoughts. He followed them through. Now, there's an ass spread over the most sensitive region of his inner thighs. If his brain didn't think there was something to like about that, he wouldn't be sticking around.
Even so, there’s no skipping the adjustment period when it comes to first time relations with an alien. Appropriately, the cyborg looks like he’s crunching data. That’s essentially what all the new incoming sensations are. And the visual of a headless, limbless, dickless body. Someone worried about coming off too crass might have withheld their gaze. Not Dolph—he can't not study the situation.
He has questions. Who wouldn't? He just isn't planning on asking them. He's adult enough to do his own exploring. Later, once the make-up has been dealt with at the very least. Because of the side Ramon chose to make himself comfortable on, the hand Dolph would have let wander winds up with the beat-up little cloth. He's reluctant to touch him with the metal one. Eden didn't design it with skinship in mind. Their software, on the other hand, incidentally works to to isolate foundation from skin. Ramon misses out on the truly ridiculous scene playing out in Dolph's HUD, as billion-credit tech digitally highlights leftover foundation, lending to the most precise makeup removal job ever. Dolph smirks serenely. ]
You're returning the favor when I'm done.
[ All Dolph is wearing is a subtle ring of kohl, so it isn't much of a threat. Any more than that is waste when he spends all day cloaked, and when the whole idea is that his face won't be livestreamed to the city any time soon.
Come time to switch sides, Dolph practically picks up Ramon's head from underneath to shoo it toward his other shoulder. The cloth is passed into chrome, freeing flesh to go do things with flesh at last. First, Dolph tries wrapping his hand around Ramon's approximate-hip as if supporting him, even if it's the last thing a man who can levitate needs. He's also not shy about giving the soft paunch he finds there a squeeze. What's this?
Not an issue, if Ramon was worried about that. ]