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[He looks up, an amused smile playing on his lips.]

Mm. I suppose you might have a point. We haven't even kissed, have we?

[Not that he always does with his hook-ups, but this one feels different.

He lets go of Jack's pants and then braces himself against the couch, hands on either side of Jack, so that he can push himself half to his feet and lean over Jack in order to kiss him. It's-- interesting kissing a mask. Not entirely like he expected.]

I do like the kissing thing.

[It's not a requirement, but Jack never got the whole 'kissing is too intimate for outside of relationships' thing some people latched onto. If your junk was gonna be inside someone else, a tongue in their mouth is nothing.]

[He leans right back into it, open mouthed and eager. He's lost whatever initial weirdness he ever had about making out masked - it's high quality synth skin, his own body heat comes through it, it's an extremely reasonable imitation of skin. But still an imitation, not exactly right. And of course, there's the metal latches at Jack's chin and temples and along the edge of the mask where his sideburns would be.]

[He pulls away just enough to talk without being too mumbled.]

Mmm. But mostly...I'm thinking you don't wanna jump right into trying to go down on the full uncut eight inches I'm packing.

[Yeah, see, he expected it to feel a lot less like imitation skin and a lot more like... he's not even sure. Painted metal? Plastic?]

Eight inches? Really? Jesus, Jack.

[He's impressed, despite himself.]

I am, by the way. Cut. It's an American thing?

[Just going to maybe stay leaning over him like this. He never gets to loom over people in his normal life. They find it threatening and he doesn't want people to feel threatened around him, because ~~white~~ people that feel threatened are liable to lash out and he doesn't need that trouble in his life.

But. Sex is different. There are guys, more than enough of them, that like him using his size and build to his advantage. Who like being loomed at or pinned to the wall or the couch. He'd developed a second sense for finding them in bars and clubs. It was even easier on Grindr.]

[Jack grins up at the other man, clearly not at all bothered by the dominant positioning and body language. Sure, he enjoys playing the aggressor in bed, but the opposite's just as fun. And a lot more rare for a guy like Handsome Jack.]

I always drank my Ovaltine.

[He can make pre-expansion media references with Steven! And he's got a lot.]

And yeah, it's not like that's something no one does anymore, I just was born on a planet that didn't exactly have...anything. 'Medical care' was basically a lot of positive thinking and back alley drugs at insane prices.

[And besides that, he was entirely unwanted and honestly lucky his grandmother had even bothered to feed him.]

I've been with plenty of cut dudes before, I'm not gonna get weird about it.

Jesus. And people say American health care sucks.

[It does but there's obviously worse out there.]

I've been with uncut guys before too. Not as many, because most American hospitals cut guys as a matter of course, but.

[He gives a little hunch of shoulder, sort of a shrug, before leaning in to steal another kiss from Jack.]

It's not like it really matters. I know some people get hung up over really weird things, but not me. A cock's a cock, the styling details are inconsequential as long as you can get it up. General 'you', obviously, I...I assume you can get it up.

[They wouldn't be here otherwise!]

[And considering this is their first time smashing, Jack's not gonna bring up any kink talk. Just some good old fashioned rogering, which he is desperately in need of. If this becomes a regular thing - which he's pretty sure it will, they get along, they find each other attractive, it'd be weird if the sex was bad - then they can talk fancy stuff.]

[Jack's hands run along Steven's arms, not content to be passive despite perfectly willing to play the submissive.]

[He likes those hands. Likes that Jack isn't passive, even though Steven is doing his best to top the hell out of him.]

Yeah. I mean, the drive's a little-- it's not what it was before my life went to fairy hell. But that doesn't mean that it's gone.

[And honestly, if Jack's in his mid-fifties, it's probably just as well his libido is not what it was. He's not going to say that out loud, but. He'll think it a little.

And maybe punctuate that statement with a long, drawn-out kiss. To prove how very much the drive is still there.]

That happens to us all, hot stuff, fairy bullshit or not.

[Jack would agree, were he aware of Steven's thoughts. He's got pills - apparently E.D. hasn't been eradicated in Pokeworld - but it's not like he's always got them on him or has the time to take one when the need arises.]

[Luckily that's not an issue right now, he's perfectly ready to go. And getting more ready by the minute - Steven knows what he's doing in the make-out department. It's nice. Jack's hands keep going, until he reaches the other man's shoulders and sort of pulls him down into the kiss.]

Ya know...you're starting to look pretty overdressed....

Well, it happened earlier than I'd have liked.

[Oh yes, fuck, this is great. He's all about Jack's enthusiasm here.]

But yeah, I guess I am. You want to help me get this shirt off?

[He's undone the first couple buttons on his own, but the rest are all yours, Jack.]

I really do.

[Jack is full of enthusiasm. He's a man who was used to having an extensive sex life and was then plunged into a two year dry spell. It's why Tim correctly surmising he'd spent last night alone had hit so hard.]

[But never mind all that, he's sure as hell not alone now. He's got a very hot and acceptably younger guy asking him to get him out of his clothes. This is a good night.]

[He wastes no time in going for the rest of those buttons, angling his head to kiss along Steven's neck as he does so. The guy's got a good neck, solid and broad.]

[He does. He really does. And once Jack's got them ready and undone, he'll pull back and sink down to his knees again, so that he can shrug the shirt off and pull his undershirt--yes, he wears an undershirt--off over his head, so Jack can see exactly how broad his chest is. Lightly furred, too. He's not the type to wax his pecs.

There's a few odd scars, here and there, mostly on his arms and torso, all of them pretty light. Honestly, most of them are ones he got while busting out of Arcadia with the others, except for the faded marks from stitches from when he broke his arm falling on the playground as a kid.

He grins at Jack.]

Should I go back to where I was before?

Uh, yeah, yeah you should get back up here so I can enjoy all of this.

[Jack's not exactly in any rush. There's something to be said about taking the scenic route, especially if it's your first time out driving in a while.]

[And he does like what he sees. Steven's in good shape, got a few scars...Jack likes some scars. They tell a story. The guy's lived some.]

Besides, it's your turn to return the favor.

So it is.

[~~SORRY JACK, he just really missed having a mouth that can suck cock again.~~.

But no, Steven will laugh and climb back up the couch so that he can straddle Jack's lap, the better to gradually relieve him of all the clothing above the waist, all the while kissing him all over his face and neck and shoulders.

But speaking of things that can be removed above the waist--

Steven cups Jack's face with his hands and asks, very seriously:]

Mask off or on? There's no wrong answer, but.

[But Jack should probably decide which he wants.]

[And there it is.]

[It was gonna come up. It always comes up. And Steven is being very cool about it, he hasn't asked any questions or anything at all. Aside from this one.]

So...here's the thing with the mask. Basically treat it the same way you'd treat a prosthetic leg or arm. Can it come off? Well, yeah. Should it, particularly the first time we're bumping uglies? Not really.

It's not like I have some different face under here, or anything, this isn't some kind of aesthetic choice. It's just a very advanced piece of medical equipment. Like I said, I got my own bullshit.

[Alien magic bullshit, but he figures Steven can understand. Weird stuff, not the kind of stuff you get into on a first date. And this isn't even a first date, it was just a hookup that was going spectacularly smoothly!]

So it's gonna stay on tonight. Just be a little careful of the metal and enjoy the rest of the package.

[Of which Jack is pretty proud. His arms are still thick with muscle, so is his chest. Sure, sure, things are soft in the midsection and he pooches over his pants a little, but he's fifty four god damned years old, nobody can expect him to have a six pack anymore. And while it's a mess of overlapping scars from his grandmother's 'discipline', his back is broad and fit. The rest of him has a few old bullet hole scars, but the rest is concentrated on his back and the backs of his shoulders.]

[Many of them look suspiciously like whip marks.]

I mean, I get it. If we were back home, I wouldn't show a guy my real face on a [first date] hook-up either? Unless he was another Changeling and then it wouldn't be a matter of showing anything. We'd just. See each other for who we really were.

[Which he almost feels like is happening with Jack anyway, sappy as it sounds. It's a good thing they went drinking before this. Even though he's not drunk, it's enough to keep him from quietly freaking out about the mortifying ordeal of being known.]

But here, though... the mask is my face again. I can't take it off. [He strokes Jack's cheek through said mask.] So it's more than fair that you're keeping yours on too.

[He likes Jack's body underneath his clothes. He thought he would. Still... Steven runs his finger lightly over one of those whip marks.]

Anyone I need to hurt? [he asks quietly. Not that he knows how he would, but.]

Well like I said...this is my face.

[Only both eyes work and it moves like an actual face should, unlike his own. He's not gonna be flailing around like a moron with his vision halved during sex, that's not attractive. Of course neither is the Eridian artifact stuck in his skull, but it is what it is.]

Look at you, getting all protective.

[Jack chuckles a little, warmly. Again, that's one of the most polite and inoffensive ways anyone's drawn attention to his scars. Steven's got a knack for that, he's learning.]

Nah, don't worry about it, I took care of it myself. That shit is ancient history.

And this was mine too.

[And honestly, underneath the fangs, slit pupils, and pointy ears he'd normally have, it still is. Even his time in Arcadia couldn't change his underlying (very good) bone structure.

But then he shakes his head a little and leans in to kiss where the seam of Jack's mask meets his actual flesh.]

But I guess I do, a bit. Get protective. Probably won't be the last time.

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Well I'm glad ya got it back, it's a really good one.

[But it is indicative of the fact that Steven...can actually kind of get Jack's deal about his face. Not something he encounters too often. Hell, Nisha had thought it was ridiculous and always wanted him to just go without.]

Not gonna complain. I'm a big damn hero, always looking out for everybody...nice to be on the other end of it for a change.

[From a dude he just met like two weeks ago at most, but that's not something that strikes Jack as all that odd. He's always been one to form connections quickly.]

[And with Steven straddling his lap like this, it's easy for Jack's broad hands to resume their exploration, sliding along his back from the small of it up.]

[He laughs.] Thanks. I like it too.

[Mmm, he likes those hands on his back. He likes those hands. He'll have to suck on the fingers, later--he wonders if Jack will want to suck on his?

But yeah. With Steven, if he likes you, he wants to see you safe. And given how well he and Jack have been connecting tonight, it's not strange to him that his protective instincts would be going off--even if they've only known each other for a week.]

It's funny. I never expected to meet someone here that just-- gets things. I never expected to meet anyone who would.

That's one thing I can give this place.

[Jack's hands keep moving, taking full advantage of this chance both to just touch another person and also explore an exciting new body. There's always something extra fun about getting to know a completely new lover.]

You can end up meeting people that understand you on levels you don't usually get. I dunno what it is, if it's just...the thing that brings us here has certain types it likes, or what. But I've met more people here I can just be myself around than I ever did back home.

[It's weird, he finds more in common with people from completely foreign dimensions. Hell, he's had as many relationships in his five years here as he had in his entire life before here.]

[It's not like Steven's own hands aren't roaming around everywhere, either. His mouth too. Hell, he'll probably kiss his way around the entire perimeter of the mask, if Jack will let him.]

Honestly, Jack? I don't know if I've ever met anyone I could just be myself around. Not my whole self. Just-- the parts I know they want me to be, I guess. I mean, I've probably come closest with my sister, but-- there's just things you don't share with baby sisters.

[And Charley's gone missing anyway. No. Don't think about that. Not when you've got a perfectly hot older man to make out with.]

Like, you know, I thought I could with my ex-. I really did. I showed Liam more than I did anybody else but Charley. And my god, did it come back to bite me on the ass. He knew everywhere tender to hit me when we broke up--and he did. Relationship are such bullshit.

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It's the people that love us that can hurt us the worst. It's a gamble...that's why the whole pot's gotta be really friggin worth it.

[Jack makes no move to shoo Steven away from his mask. He'd rather that than ignoring it or avoiding it. And he gets it, he does. Moxxi practically destroyed him, and it hurt so damn much because he'd loved her. It's a hell of a risk, being with someone.]

But screw your ex, best revenge is living well. And you seem to be doing pretty damn great right now.

[He's about to have sex with Handsome Jack, that's a pretty great position to be in.]

You're in a swanky mansion, full of really good booze, and in the middle of getting down with a super cool and awesome guy and I can promise you....it's gonna be amazing sex.

[Jack leans in for a hungry kiss to emphasize his point.]

[Steven meets his mouth with a corresponding hunger, his fingers digging tightly into Jack's back. He wants this. God, he wants this. He grinds down against Jack, so that Jack will know how much he wants this.]

God, [he breathes when he finally pulls back to look Jack straight in his handsome face,] it really is.

[Jack just chuckles, deep and husky, his hips lifting to meet Steven's motions. His pants are starting to feel way too tight, the grinding only making that little problem worse.]

So...how 'bout that blow job, hot stuff?

[He needs some kind of attention on his dick, as soon as possible. This nice slow build up has been great, really awesome, he's a big fan. But he's all revved up now, hard and ready and more than eager to take this to the next stage.]

[Steven laughs with him and slides back down off the couch, onto his knees again.] I thought you'd never ask.

[Just going to open up the trousers now, extract the cock from any underwear, and oh wow, fuck, that's definitely as big as Jack says it was. Steven is not a size queen, but he suspects if they're fuckbuddies for long, he'll definitely end up as one. Jesus.

He licks his lips in anticipation and--

Well. Steven was't kidding about having very little gag reflex. There's a slight bit of choking when the head hits the back of his throat, but he doesn't seem to mind too much, certainly not to the point of pulling off. Instead he just adjusts his mouth so he can get it around just a little bit more cock.

His hands, meanwhile, have gone to tease and fondle Jack's balls, even as he sucks away on the cock above.]

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OKAY THIS IS WHERE THE DIRTY STUFF *REALLY* STARTS

OKAY THIS IS WHERE THE DIRTY STUFF REALLY STARTS