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Amir wasn’t made to be loved.
He didn’t fit in with others back when he was still one hundred percent human. He was just an intern, the tech guy, no one cared that he loved video games and tech. None of his former co-workers would indulge him when he talked about his favorite shows or a new Fables and Frontiers campaign he was working on. He was just there, never outstanding or interesting. He wasn’t made for it. Just like how he wasn’t made to be a soldier, to handle the mental load that came with taking a life. Not meant to be able to handle running away from Scaldra that wanted him dead or bear the burden of an otherworldly, incomprehensible power.
It’s why even with the Hex he didn’t really fit. Sure, they had all the shared angst of being monstrous twisted beings of metal and flesh. But most of them had been military, Arthur, Aoi, Lettie, Quincy. Sure Eleanor wasn’t– but Eleanor is well– Eleanor. They weren’t like him, hell even the new protoframes that just appeared he couldn’t find an ‘in’ with. Come on! There’s a literal rockstar in the bar with a talking guitar that makes the rocker eat weird things!
There's nowhere he really belonged, besides under the neon glow of the arcade’s lights.
So it made even less sense why they picked him. Despite being from a future so far off he couldn’t even begin to grasp their world they fit in with the others. They were a fighter, strong and a proper hero type. And yet, they always seemed to orbit him, asking about the cabinets that lined the walls of the arcade. Showing an interest in him, talking to him, being around him– Just Amir! Surely they could do so much better.
“Amir..?” God he could picture the smooth timbre of their voice, the warmth in which they spoke to him always made his knees shake. Hell, if they asked anything of him in that damn voice of theirs he would bend over backwards to achieve it. He would try even harder than he does when chasing after the thrill of a highscore!
“Amir!” A familiar gloved hand smacked against the glass of the cabinet in front of him, drawing him from his thoughts.
Amir blinked and looked to his right, meeting eyes with the Drifter. He stiffened a little and quickly scrambled to get into a posture that said ‘I’m cool, sexy, handsome, and incredibly worthy of being your boyfriend’.
“O–oh! Baby-babes… What brings you over to my little sliver of paradise?” He asked, adjusting his shades as he leaned back slightly against the cabinet, internally cringing as he heard the familiar tune of the ‘game over’ screen behind him.
He watched the Drifter’s lips curl at the edges, the faint indicator of a smile. They usually never had much expression besides the cool, neutral, and mysterious one they often had. They always looked like they were deep in thought, figuring out how to fix the weird time loop thing all of them were in. So seeing a shift in their features, even a marginal one, was always a treat.
“We have a date if I recall, something about your favorite episodes and a family-sized pie?” The Drifter said, tilting their head to the right, prompting him to remember, “Or did you forget?”
“No- No, I didn’t forget! I will never forget anything involving Warrior Queen Zasta!” Amir protested defensively, which only served to amuse the Drifter more, “And you’re gonna love this arc!”
The Drifters expression only softened further to a completely fond one, endeared by him in ways he didn’t get. They leaned a little closer, the tips of their noses together.
“I look forward to it…” They murmured, eyes darting from his down to his lips before back up again. Leaning closer.
Oh Sol– Oh fuck– Amir hoped they couldn’t hear his heart, or whatever becoming a protoframe turned it into. It felt like it was gonna slam right through his metal chest, the beat only growing faster as the Drifter got closer. Heading to slot their lips together.
“I’MGONNAGOMAKETHATPIEMEETYOUBACKHOMEFORTHESHOW- BYEEE!!!” Amir stammered rapidly, quickly retreating in pure panic.
When he glanced back over his shoulder at the Drifter he found them frowning slightly, brows furrowed. Shit. He was messing this all up. His one chance to properly be loved, and he was screwing it up because he was so out of his depth. The Drifter was so out of his league they were playing different games, like sending a footballer to bat… Or some fitting metaphor, Amir was never good at sports.
He’s pathetic, but the Drifter was just going to casually kiss him? Sol, he wanted to kiss them just as much– But he just panicked.
He needed to get his head right, and lock in. Though first he needs to get the feeling in his brain out… Maybe screaming into pizza dough?
Now that was a bad idea.
He has flour in his nose.
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Heading to the place with the pizza the Drifter dubbed ‘The Backroom’ the place they had taken up residence was always weird. Mostly because his brain struggled to grasp that it was even back there. That this is where Entrati had resided, doing– Well no one could really tell what that bastard was doing or what his ‘grand plan’ was. Maybe manipulating more people into allowing him to make them beasts of metal? Whatever he was doing fuck him.
The Backroom resided tucked away in the dressing room of what was a clothing store back before the world went to shit. Headed through the first doors began the hushed voices, somehow both overwhelming his hearing but too quiet for him to understand. It wasn’t hard to spot the ‘entrance’ of the Backroom from there. Technology of both familiar and unfamiliar origin made up the, for lack of a better word, door. It was set in the second to last stall, and the hushed voices reached a climax when approaching the golden door.
Amir was always fascinated by this tech that was so alien to him. So he was never in a real rush, eager to watch each interlinked hexagon disappear. Revealing the apartment that logically could not be there on the other side.
When he had first entered the apartment it had been a few hours before the ‘Incident’ so his view of the space was a little tainted. Especially remembering that this was where Entrati had been kicking back during the who-knows - how many loops. Doing who-knows - what fucked up shit.
Though since Entrati was who-knows-where and the Drifter had settled in the space, it had become a welcome escape from the world. They had decorated the space with ‘floofs’ of animals he couldn’t begin to comprehend, moving sculptures Amir sometimes found himself lost when looking at. Posters and wall hangings, some of which Amir recognized like the ‘Temple and the Rippers’ poster, but many he didn’t. He had heard the Drifter mention off handedly that the ‘Operator’, the child version of themself from a parallel timeline (or was the Drifter the one from a parallel time? Amir could never remember), would gift them little things and trinkets. Like some of the sculptures.
“Eeeruff.” Amir was drawn from his thoughts about the Drifter’s interior design by the low rumbling sound. He turned his head to smile at the large beast lounging on a loveseat, taking up the whole thing.
“Hey buddy! Eat anyone alive recently?” Amir asked playfully, like the animal would respond.
The Drifter recalled them calling the beast a ‘Kubrow’, a beast bred for violence, war, and destruction. Yet, they’re the cutest little baby! Amir shifted to hold the pizza box flat in one hand he reached out with the other to scratch the kubrow between its ears. He smiled hearing the happy rumble, pressing its heavy head further into the scratching. That’s one thing Amir was thankful for, that despite his fingers being some sort of living metal he still had a sense of touch.
If anything it has improved, adding a level of precision he wasn’t aware he didn’t have at first. After there was a mostly calm moment after becoming a protoframe and the– burnt mess he had caused after, he experimented a little with his new found powers and body. Charging his muscles with electricity just to see what would happen. He found that he could extend individual different charges of varying power through each fingertip.
It was cool as shit, and would’ve been super-duper cool being a protoframe, but well– Entrati should get run over by a tank,
“Did you come here just to pet my hound?” The familiar voice of his partner from above.
Amir glanced up, his breath hitching softly as he spotted them on the balcony of the loft, smiling down at him. Looking absolutely heavenly, bathed in the warm glow of the lamps upstairs. Gorgeous and making him feel ‘wiggly’, body starting to coil like a spring, ready to take off in a wild sprint. He had to say something, something cool and clever.
“Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.” He proclaimed in a, thankfully, suave tone.
Yes! That’s a good one, an allusion to Romeo and Juliet! Especially the balcony scene, the super romantic one! Even though Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy rather than a romance, but that is neither here nor there.
“... Huh?” The confused sound that left the Drifter made Amir’s poor heart sink, “You’ve lost me, why are you getting baptized?”
Amir coughed, confidence plummeting, of course the Drifter, a person from a time incomprehensibly far away wouldn’t know anything about an already pretty damn old screenplay. It would have been a clever reference.
“It’s uh– Nothin’... Just a line from a play.” Amir said bashfully rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.
The protoframe blinked when he heard the familiar sound of the Drifter ‘Void Slinging’ down from the balcony. Appearing before him with a smile, taking the pizza box from him. They cracked the lid open to inspect the contents.
“Oh? Maybe you could show me sometime.” The Drifter said plucking a pepperoni from the top of the pizza.
They always did that. Made him feel hot under his skin, passively showing interest in the things he liked. Eager to learn even if they didn’t end up ‘getting’ it. It made his face flush. No one ever cared about the things he liked, at least not like the Drifter did.
“R-right… But Warrior Queen Zasta first!” Amir proclaimed trying to shove down the mushy, gushy feelings he was feeling. The ones that would embarrass him.
Amir grasped the Drifter’s hand and headed upstairs to the loft with them. Entering the space he saw that the Drifter had taken the time to rearrange the furniture for this date. Placing them in a semicircle around the large tv in their loft, soft plush blankets and pillows littered about. The curtains drawn closed, giving the whole space a dim, but intimate setting. Quaint.
The Drifter led the way, placing the pizza box on the coffee table. They popped the box open with a flick of their hand and grabbed a slice. They plopped down on the couch and glanced at Amir, before making a vague gesture to the tv. A silent ‘get on with it.’ Amir nodded a little, mostly to himself, before he headed over to tv. He pulled out the vhs tape, the one with the carefully recorded arc of three episodes and labeled neatly with a ‘Warrior Queen Zasta: Embarrassment Arc’.
Sol, he wished he could turn into a sword when embarrassed, it would be so much more useful. And then he really wouldn’t be able to say any more humiliating words or clumsy flirting. Sadly he did not have such power.
After inputting the tape he headed over to the couch and sat down on the couch, a respectable distance away from the Drifter as the familiar opening of the show played. Lua save him! He was sitting with the best, most incredible posture he had ever taken. He couldn’t focus on the show or the taste of the pizza.
His every nerve was alight, hyperaware of the Drifter beside him. Noticing every subtle movement, every curious hum when something that interested them happened on the screen. How they ate the pizza, crust included. Sol, he was hopeless. He couldn’t enjoy the show because he was so locked in on them. He would feel the charge of electricity twitch the muscles of his legs. Like they were crying out to run, to get him away from the awkward feeling in his gut.
But he couldn’t- He wanted to be here, beside them. Just like he wanted to kiss them as well earlier, but his brain was moving so fast it was causing him to freak! He didn’t deserve this, to be here. And maybe subconsciously his body was responding to that, trying to ruin this in a not-too painful way.
Amir nearly jumped out of his metallic skin when the Drifter cleared their throat, purposefully to grab his attention. He turned his head to look at them, his head tilted faintly. They weren’t exactly looking at him, their gaze in their lap instead. Looking strangely nervous.
“I um-” They started before clearing their throat again, “I wanna apologize for earlier…”
Amir blinked his brows furrowing a little in confusion. ‘For earlier’? They couldn’t mean the almost kiss right?
“It was– quick, I don’t wanna overstep, overwhelm you at all.” They elaborated, indicating they were talking about the kiss attempt, “I’m kinda, stabbing in the dark here… Divirui doesn’t exactly have many dating prospects…”
They laughed awkwardly, clearly a little uncomfortable about their perceived fumbling. It was almost comical to learn that someone as cool and collected as the Drifter was just as helpless as he was in romance. That they were both awkwardly trying to figure things out.
It was comforting in its own way.
“No– No, no, You’re good– Great even!” Amir assured a bashful grin pulling on his lips, nervous laughter lacing his tone, “It wasn’t you– Well it is a little bit–” He coughed silently kicking himself, “-- You make me nervous is all-!!”
The Drifter gave him a just as bashful smile finally turning to look at him, a genuine expression in their eyes, “Okay– I’m glad, heh, I mean it’s hard. I’m so out of my depth, at a time I don’t even really have any context about. You’re so in your element here and I’m just trying my best to figure out how to court you. I don’t really fit with all of you, ya know.”
"In my element? Hardly... I mean look at me compared to the others. They're all so cool and badass, and I'm just the tech-y guy. If anything despite being from the future, you fit in much better with the others than I do." Amir insisted, a little shocked that the Drifter thought they didn't 'fit in' with everyone, especially when they slotted in so perfectly within the team, supporting everyone.
It was the Drifter's turn to laugh, a soft huffing sound, clearly amused by the thought, "Oh wow... We really are a pair of peas in a pod. Two people who feel like outcasts happen to drift into one another. We're hopeless."
Amir chuckled as well, it was almost comical how alike they seemed to be, inexperienced and fumbling, yet... It felt strangely good to admit that.
"Don't-- Don't worry about earlier. I just... I panicked, I don't have much practice in the uh-- Kissing… game." Amir admitted bashfully, his eyes moving towards the pizza on the coffee table, finding 'interest' in the crusts he had left behind.
"... Well would you like some?"
Amir coughed loudly, choked by the suggestion. His face flushed a bright red and he turned sharply to look at the Drifter, who looked far too calm for what they just asked him. Though their cheeks were a little flushed, they looked as cool as a damn cucumber. Relaxed as though they just asked him about the weather, looking at him expectantly for an answer.
"I-- erm... Yes- Yes!" Amir stammered, cursing himself at how uncool that sounded, he seemed too eager. Sol, please don't let that come off as weird, it's not sexy to be too eager-
The Drifter smiled at his bashful stammering, and shifted closer to him. Sliding along the couch until their thighs touched. Amir jumped at the contact which made the Drifter pause, glancing down at his leg before backing up to his face, a silent 'are you sure?'
"Yeah-- Sorry, sorry... Just nervous." He said, nervous was an understatement, his legs were shaky. Charged with the familiar electricity that skated through his muscles when he ran. Every end of his nerves felt like they were on high alert, packed to the brim with adrenaline.
“We’ll take it slow, hm?” The Drifter said their faint smile reassuring him a little, though his chest felt tight. So he just nodded rapidly, feeling like a nervous schoolboy.
His breath trembled when the Drifter leaned in, pausing only briefly, long enough for their eyes to drop from his to his mouth before back up again. They closed the small gap finally and kissed him right on the mouth. His eyes widened for a moment praying this wasn’t a dream that was as real as it could be.
Their lips felt so good on his, so warm. Their mouth was a little rough, slightly chapped. Suddenly he was hyper aware of his own lips and mouth, how awkward they felt. Sol, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had moisturized his own lips–
“Relax.” The Drifter murmured, parting their mouths just enough to speak against his lips, “You can kiss me in return you know.”
Despite the teasing edge to their voice he was hit with the dawning horror that he hadn’t been kissing them. He had just been sitting there like a brick wall while he was silently panicking about the kissability of his lips. He released a low whimper of embarrassment.
The Drifter smiled in amusement and gently took his wrist, guiding it to the left side of their chest. Amir’s breath hitched when his palm came into contact with the breast through their shirt, his eyes immediately dropping down to it. His blood was running so utterly hot at the forward gesture, it made him squirm. His lips parted slightly brain flush with many, many perverted thoughts.
“Amir, my heart, feel my heart.” The Drifter directed, not missing his blatant staring.
He shook his head a little to focus, trying to briefly forget that this is the first time he has ever had a boob in his palm. As directed he focused on their heart, a little surprised by the rapid pounding of their heart. It was a slightly sobering realization that despite the neutral coolness on their face they were just as excited and nervous as he was.
“You’re um–” Amir murmured, his shoulders releasing a tension he didn’t even realize.
“Yeah, I’m nervous– and excited– I want you so bad.” The Drifter admitted with shy chuckles, their eyes sliding to the side unable to maintain eye contact.
Fuck– Amir didn’t think he had ever been so turned on. Not even his usual fixes would get him this revved up. And he had a perfectly curated spank bank!!
The Drifter made a surprised sound when Amir jolted forward and kissed them. Causing them to fall back into the cushions, after a brief moment of shock they returned it. The kiss was clumsy and messy. The inexperience between them is incredibly clear, and yet, for once in his life Amir didn’t find himself caring much about it.
“Amir–” The Drifter mumbled between kisses, “My leg– let me move–”
“Right- uh sorry..” Amir chuckled bashfully leaning back on his knees to allow the Drifter to untwist themselves and properly lay on their back.
They looked so gorgeous, perfectly propped up on the pillows of the couch. They lacked their usual attire save for their close fitting under shirt and pants. It always shocked him that a lot of their bulk wasn't just the illusion caused by the dense jacket they wore. And Sol, seeing their well built arms, muscles coiled with strength and power, made him weak. There was something so hot about a partner that could crush him like a fruit. Though there was also a little fear that came with the realization that he would have to put his body between those thick powerful thighs.
If this would be his end?
Then what a way to go.
Poor liquor out on his grave or something.
Amir’s eyes darted over their body, his hands shaking slightly with a built up excitement. When he glanced at their faces the Drifter gave him a simple grin.
Yeah, this was so, so much better than every dirty fantasy he used to get off.
The protoframe ‘pounced’ making the Drifter laugh when his lips met their cheek, trying to seek out their lips. Amir could feel excited laughter bubbling through his own throat. He never could have considered laughing during a makeout a good thing, but it felt good. This was fun, and it was not something he had ever thought could be fun. At least in this way.
His lips laid scattered kisses over their neck and jaw. And he eagerly gave more at every soft giggle they released, even more so when their breath would softly hitch. His hands greedily wandered their body, feeling them up through their clothes. He had never gotten the chance to get his hands on any real person so he was gonna get his hands wherever he could.
Subconsciously his hips jerked forward when the Drifter shifted, his poor dick seeking any sort of relief in friction. He released a soft whine at the feeling gently beginning to rut himself against their thigh. He was as desperate as a damn dog, and humping like one, uncoordinated and needy. His kisses grew sloppy, leaving wet kisses on the Drifter from cheekbone to jaw.
Despite himself a whimper of complaint left his lips when the Drifter shifted again, sliding one of their legs along his side. The touch crackled with static against the fabric of their pants. The other leg lifted, resting the heel on the back of the couch. Giving him more room for him between their legs. Their hands came to grip the sides of his head making him look back into their face.
“You need to work on your aim, Amir.” The Drifter teased in a low voice that made his crotch throb.
Before he could quip back about his aim they yanked him down into another kiss. A far more wild one, all tongues and teeth. Neither of them could be labeled ‘good’ at this, but when the Drifter shoved their tongue against his neither could complain about how it felt.
The Drifter groaned into his mouth when he began to rut against them again. Grinding their clothed arousals together like some teens hoping to score. Sol, the sounds they made only made his engines rev harder, especially when their fingers carded into his hair. Nails scratching against his scalp. Nothing he had experienced before ever felt so– right .
What they both lacked in experience they more than made up for in enthusiasm… Maybe a little too much enthusiasm. Especially once the Drifter caught his lower lip in their teeth and bit harder than intended.
“Ow–! Hey-” Amir whined, pulling away and lifting a hand to his mouth already tasting the metallic tang of blood from his lip.
“Oh-! Sorry- heh…” The Drifter said, sliding one hand to cup his cheek brushing their thumb against his bleeding lip, “Kinda– Didn’t mean to do that.”
While it was an attractive move, Amir hadn’t expected it to hurt so bad. It really just strung and strangely added to his arousal, was he a masochist? No he wouldn’t wanna get punched during sex… Would he?
While mindlessly brushing his fingers against his lower lip, a little distracted in his thoughts, the Drifter pulled off their shirt. Their skin felt hot, damp with sweat and excitement. Amir blinked when he realized he had a topless Drifter laying before him. And bare tits that were real and right before him, not from a dirty film or a gratuitous breast scene in a show.
They’re real.
And so much better.
Though his eyes were drawn to the large dark scar between the mounds of flesh. A vicious looking thing that covered their whole sternum. His staring wasn’t missed by the Drifter, who moved a hand to trace along the edges of the scar.
“From my executions. Even though the loop always reset, the scars remained.” They explained fingers dipping into the center of the scar before moving to the others littered along their torso and arms.
“I’ve… I’ve come to appreciate them.” They continued, “They remind me now, that despite everything, I am real. That I exist.”
Amir’s breath shuddered at the statement, and he couldn’t help but find himself more attracted to the Drifter. Feeling warm and honored he gets to see these parts of them, that they trust him enough with such vulnerable things.
He swallowed nervously as the Drifter reached out and fixed his shades, the glasses set askew because of all the movement. He should say something, something just as passionate, admiring. Make them feel pride in their scars-
"I'm gonna smother myself in your boobs now." He said his hands greedily grasping each overflowing handful of breast.
Though he stiffened not even realizing what he was saying until the words left his mouth. He stared at the Drifter in utter horror, waiting for them to shriek at him for saying such a shitty perverted thing after they were so genuine with him.
Such things never came.
The Drifter only smiled at him in amusement, arching their back slightly, pressing their chest further into his grip, “Have at it then, smother yourself.”
Fuck– He was literally screwed.
Their legs came down wrapping around his waist and squeezing him with a delightful force. Pulling his hips hard right against their clothed cunt, his poor penis was practically sobbing. Harder than it had never been before, erect and stealing blood from his damn brain.
Amir groaned and gave in, diving face first into their breasts. Leaving hot opened mouthed kisses over the swells of mammary. The Drifter released a delightfully breathy sound when he drug the flat of his tongue up the length of the scar between their breasts.
He had only ever dreamed of getting this close to another. He wasn’t made to be with someone, to lavish another with his attention and desire. Many of his perverted day dreams hardly felt good because he couldn’t view himself with a partner. It was something he longed for, something he believed he could never have. One that he would rub himself raw just thinking of it, rushed and wanting to get it over with. To get the thoughts out of his head for a little while, to just feel something.
Here he was though, finally living out those stupid day dreams of love. Feeling every hitched breath, how every sound rumbled against their ribs. He was eager, and not going to waste this opportunity. He was going to do his damn best to perform.
While he was busy doing his best to figure out how one leaves a hickey on someone, the Drifter arched their back. Finding leverage to easily change their positions, pushing him onto his back. Amir blinked up at the Drifter, lips slightly parted and his legs shaking slightly on either side of them.
“Cute.” The Drifter said fondly, their hands sliding along his corded thighs. Their touch made them twitch and made him squirm a little with excitement.
“So… How warframe are you?” They drawled a little eyes darting down from his face to his crotch, making it obvious what the actual question was.
It was a question he had also asked himself during a calm moment post-transformation. If he still had his junk. Which, thankfully, he did.
“Oh- Um, yeah! I’ve still got my–” Amir’s eyes darted bashfully to the side, “--Man hardware.”
The Drifter quirked an amused eyebrow up at the statement. The sex and want still remained in their gaze though, if anything his dorkiness seemed to be turning them on more . Which was odd for Amir because no one ever seemed to like him because he was a dork, they more so tolerated it as a part of him.
“Alright,” The Drifter hummed, adjusting to sit on their knees more comfortably, “Can I see this ‘ Man hardware ’?”
It felt so hard to breathe, Amir didn’t know how they made the stupid things he said sound so sexy and seductive. He was so aroused he was almost shaking, his hands itching to flap back and forth. A habit he had had for as long as he could remember, that he had mostly under control now. Though in moments where he was extremely excited it would reappear and make him look ridiculous.
Needless to say when he noticed the Drifter’s eyes on his hands he was hit with the dawning horror that the damn tic had reappeared. Hands hovering over his chest shaking back and forth, likely making him look foolish. As soon as he noticed he balled his hands into fists and forced himself to stop.
“Sorry– Sorry– Um, old habit.” Amir chuckled trying to play it off.
“They wanna do something? Getting antsy?” The Drifter asked playfully, seemingly unperturbed by the unintentional hand flapping.
“Uh– Yeah… heh.. It’s just somethin’ I do when I get real excited…” Amir mumbled softly, a little surprised that the Drifter didn’t seem to care about the hand tic.
“Mm~ Glad to know you’re excited.” The Drifter chuckled and gave his right thigh a playful smack, “How about you use those eager hands to show me what ‘man hardware’ you’ve got.”
They snickered softly to themselves clearly just having a lot of fun, and seeing their grin made Amir feel better. Less embarrassed. The Drifter blinked when they heard the charged sound of Amir’s speed and when their attention returned to him he was nude– or at least as nude as he could be now with metal skin.
Amir had tossed his dressings aside, the straps flung and been caught on various things in the Drifter’s loft. So he sat there naked, trembling with excitement. His dick was standing eager for attention, flushed at the head and bowing a little under its own weight. The Drifter gazed at the erection for a long moment, their brows creasing a little in ill contained worry.
The Drifter swallowed nervously before speaking, “So… What do I–?”
Their hands hovered over his weeping dick, clearly unsure how to best to approach this. It was a stark reminder that like him, the Drifter was just as lost and fumbling in the ways of sex as he was.
“O-oh– you touch it…” Amir said sitting up a little
The Drifter gave him a flat look, that made Amir realize that wasn’t exactly a helpful answer “How?”
“Right, um–” He paused, biting his lip for a moment as he tried to figure out the best way to describe what to do to someone who has never touched a dick before. To be fair he never thought anyone would want to touch his dick, so this was an odd experience for him too.
“Wrap your hand ‘round it, loosely…” Amir swallowed back an embarrassing sound when the Drifter did as directed, carefully coiling their fingers around his manhood, “and um– you jerk it…”
Amir mimed the act with one hand, raising it up and down over an imaginary cylinder. Drifter watched the gesture for a few moments taking in the information before they nodded a little to themself.
When the Drifter slowly began to move their hand Amir gasped before he could stop it. The touch felt electric, shooting sparks of pure bliss up his spine. They keenly watched him as they stroked along his length. Taking in both the breathless excitement and the low moans they could pull from his throat.
Amir could feel the familiar build of release in his gut. He didn’t want to cum so fast, but he was so pent up from the dry humping and the kisses, it was hard to not want to. His legs squirmed when the Drifter swiped a thumb over the weeping slit, gathering the precum there. He had to hold back– No one likes someone that cums so early– he has too–
A ragged gasp was yanked from his throat as he came, ropes of seed splattering against his belly and chest. The Drifter watched transfixed, memorizing his every little movement and subtle sound. How his heels dug into the couch cushions, giving him the leverage to senselessly thrust himself upwards into their hand. To his flushed face and how his eyelids fluttered rapidly, his whole head tossed backwards.
Biting their lip the Drifter reached out and plucked his shades off his face. Amir watched in hazy bliss as they lifted them up and placed them neatly on their own face. He made a small whimper at the limp last spurt of jizz the gesture caused.
They were too hot for their own good.
“S-Sorry– Sorry,” Amir started, breathless and barely able to string together a sentence, “I didn’t mean to– Cum, so early…. You’re just so hot and– fffuck…”
The Drifter chuckled softly with affection stroking a hand over his belly, swiping their fingers in the mess he had left behind.
“Don’t worry about it,” They hummed, lifting a hand to lick some of the fluid from it, “It strokes my ego a little actually. Shows me I have a ‘natural talent’ for this.”
Amir managed a soft breathless chuckle, the sight of them cleaning their fingers of his seed made his dick twitch. Soon though he watched the Drifter’s hands move to their pants working them down their thighs. Amir was silently punching himself for staring like a pervert, but he couldn’t stop himself.
“Something interesting?” The Drifter chuckled teasingly as they dropped their pants and underwear off the side of the couch
Amir cleared his throat as they climbed into his lap their bare cunt so fucking close to his dick, it was making his poor, poor, brain go into stupid mode, “uh- yeah– there’s a hot angel from the future in my lap… Heh… It doesn’t seem real.”
“Well you can touch me and prove it's real… In fact I would love, if you would touch me Amir.” The Drifter said, their voice dropping into a low, utterly seductive tone.
Fuck– Amir was gonna explode, how were they so effortlessly sexy? Despite cumming so recently his ‘man hardware’ was standing up at attention, ready for more. He released a low shuddering sound, his mind racing, he had to figure out something just as sexy and seductive to say. To turn them on just as much.
His eyes darted up and down their body rapidly trying to come up with something.
"H-heh-- Quite the bush ya got there..." Amir cringed immediately as soon as he said it especially when they glanced down at themselves. At the aforementioned bush, the pubic hair thick and wily, Sol if they punched him he couldn't blame them.
"Mm, I guess I do... Do you like it?" The Drifter asked, shrugging slightly as they glanced back up at his face, "I guess I could learn to shave..."
"No-! No, no please don't... I um-- I..." Amir stammered, unsure how to word what he wanted to say, "Like how... wild, you are?"
The Drifter chuckled softly with a lazy grin on their face, “Wild? I suppose I can wear that title.”
They lifted their hands and ran their hands through the hair on their head, smoothing the strands away from their face. Amir didn’t blink, he couldn’t. He didn’t want to miss a single second of this, he wanted the sight of them burned into his brain. Memorizing every detail to replace all of his dirty fantasies with them.
His hands shook a little again, body trembling with building excitement. It was almost overwhelming how excited he was. And it didn’t help how the Drifter was smiling down at him, wearing his shades, naked.
“Do you want to touch my wildness?” The Drifter asked playfully, their hands sliding up his chest. Though they paused seeing the slightly panicked look on his face, “Amir?”
“Can–” Amir could barely breathe, he wanted this desperately, but he was incredibly overwhelmed, almost to the point of panicking, “Can we um– Stay like this..? For a little while? Lemme t-touch you?”
He was silently cursing himself at how nervous he sounded, how unsexy it was to get so overwhelmed in this moment. All of his nerves felt like they were on fire, like he was teetering on the edge of an overstimulated meltdown. God he was such a child.
“Sure. I don’t mind.” The Drifter hummed, leaning back slightly both giving him more space and handing him a silent invitation to touch them, “Have at it at your pace.”
Amir exhaled when they complied, they were so good to him. So accommodating and tuned in to him, Amir wasn’t used to someone trying to know someone else trying to give him comfort like this. It was strange to him, was this what it felt like to be loved?
He couldn’t get enough of it.
Swallowing he skimmed his metal fingers along the outside of their thighs. Brushing against the strong muscles, dipping into every scar. Admiring them like a sinner would to an angel there to bless him. The Drifter shivered at his slow touches, their skin crawling a little with goose flesh as he traced nonsense shapes into their flesh.
A soft pleasant hum left them as his hands stroked up along their sides, soaking up the feeling of them below his palms. His fingers brushed along his ribs, until they reached the underside of their breasts. He cupped the tissues in his palms, gently kneading. Amir had to force himself to keep the ‘these are like the perfect stress balls’ thought an inside one and just enjoy getting to touch boobs.
He watched with pure want as the Drifter’s eyes fluttered closed, enjoying his gentle admiration. Their breath hitched as his fingers carefully circled around their nipples, skimming the outside of the areola. Their subtle reactions and soft sounds made him bite his lip. This experience was so wholly new, but he was loving every second of it.
Keeping one hand playing with their tits he allowed the other to slip down their torso, soaking up how they subtly leaned into his touches. So, eager for his attention. His fingers slipped down their pelvis brushing through their pubic hair. He stopped just above their mound and his fingers caught the heat difference just being so close to their cunt.
“Can– Can I?” He asked softly, meeker than he really wanted to.
The Drifter didn’t respond at first one of their hands slipping to meet his hand and guide it down against their cunt. Amir’s breath hitched and his hand twitched slightly when his fingers met the wetness.
“I’d love it if you did~” They hummed in a low voice, the same one that made his dick throb against their thigh.
Amir couldn’t imagine how he looked right now, completely redfaced. His chest was heaving and his mouth was open with pure excitement. They had barely done anything and he already felt incredibly fucked out. Swallowing, he nodded to the Drifter and began to carefully prod about their opening.
He drew careful lines over their labia, tracing along the outside with his middle and pointer fingers. He could feel how soaked they were, it was dampening his fingers. He wasn’t completely sure if he liked the feeling of wetness on his fingers and hand, but he definitely did love how the Drifter was looking at him. With pure want and desire. Though when his fingers swept upwards and their head jerked backwards. He jerked his hand away quickly fearing he might have hurt them or shocked them unknowingly.
“S-sorry-” Though before he could complete his apology the Drifter spoke.
“No- No that’s good… That’s my clit.” the Drifter assuredly said, looking back at him with a slightly lazy grin, “Keep touching it…”
Amir blinked. The clit? He had heard jokes and complaints from the women in the group about how men rarely found the clit. Velmir had even joked that it’s the hardest thing to do, yet Amir, with almost zero experience had found it? On accident!?
“O-oh!” He chuckled softly, his hand bashfully slipping between their legs again trying to find it again.
The Drifter laughed faintly, “Higher, Amir, its–” Their breath caught in their throat when his fingers slipped a little higher as directed, “There it is!~~”
Amir’s lips trembled at the sound the Drifter had made, “Right– Okay it’s there…”
His fingers were still against the clit, suddenly frozen with indecision. He didn’t exactly know what to do! He really wasn’t made for this!!
Thankfully the Drifter took pity upon his poor helpless virgin soul.
“Circles… Or you can put your fingers in and grind your palm into it… It’s the dealer's choice, really.” They chuckled softly, and their comfort and giving him options was surprisingly helpful. Made him feel a little more confident.
“In..? Like inside inside?” He was a little daunted by the idea, but still willing.
“Mhm, only if you want though… But if you don’t do something soon I’m gonna pop.” The Drifter chuckled faintly, their hips bucking slightly into his hand.
“R-right! Sorry– Don’t wanna– Fuck this up…” He laughed bashfully, eyes darting down to their crotch, “One more question! How many fingers..?”
They took a moment to consider the question, their brows furrowing in thought. This likely mirrored how he looked when he was trying to come up with an explanation on how to jerk someone off. It was cute, strangely enough.
“Two, slight bend to them.” The Drifter settled on lifting a hand to give an example of the middle two digits curled faintly upwards. Likely to brush the roof of the vagina.
Amir nodded, slowly slipping the fingers down. He let the pads of his middle and ring fingers press against their weeping opening for a long moment. Just gathering wetness before he began to press the fingers into their cunt. The pair shared a moan, the Drifter from the feeling of something intruding upon them, and Amir from the sheer heat and snugness of their cunt. It made him squirm already imagining his dick plunging into the soft, pliant heat of them.
“S-shit…” Amir mumbled utterly starstruck, the Drifter’s body just kept greedily accepting his fingers as he slowly pushed them in. This was going to be burned into his memory for the rest of his life.
He looked up to the Drifter’s face and saw probably the sexiest thing he had never been blessed with. The Drifter above him, face flushed and brows furrowed over closed eyes. His shades were slowly slipping down their nose and their teeth digging into their lower lip. Despite the desire to, thankfully Amir didn’t cum from the sight alone.
Amir released a surprised sound when the Drifter gently began to rock their hips. Rubbing their clit against the heel of his palm, fingers stirring inside of him. His lips parted as he watched the erotic display. One of their hands moved to his that still rested limply on their breast. Their fingers wrapped around his hand making him squeeze the fat.
“Ffffuck, Amir…” They mumbled, each of their breaths a soft pant. They sounded so pleased and he hadn’t even really done anything!
“A-and– and you w-wanna talk about ‘natural talent’...” He mumbled, stumbling over his attempt at a seductive call back. Though it wasn’t as sexy or as confident as he wished it was.
But the way the Drifter laughed at the comment made it feel like that didn’t matter. It was unrestrained from their usual neutrality. Loud and fun.
“Fuck me…” Amir muttered, he didn’t know how the Drifter could get anymore attractive, but that did it.
“I’m trying!~” The Drifter laughed, rocking their hips a little harder into his hand, their hole fluttering around his fingers.
Fluttered . He always thought that was a ridiculous way to describe a vaginal hole when he read it in smutty fan fictions and dirty romance books. But… That was the only way to describe the feeling. The way the Drifter’s warm hole moved, it fluttered , trying to pull his fingers deeper. And it was fucking sexy.
“Can I– Can I try something–?” Amir suddenly asked, making the Drifter pause.
“Depends on what it is.” The Drifter said, pausing their movement on his hand.
Amir swallowed slightly, a little nervous to ask this, but he did want to try, “Can I um– zap you?”
The Drifter was silent and just raised an eyebrow at the request, they didn’t look like they were putting it down. They looked more curious than anything.
“I have– I have a lot of control with the electricity in my fingers– and I um– It wouldn’t be a lot… ” Amir quickly explained, wiggling the two fingers currently buried inside of the Drifter, “Just enough to um– make the muscles twitch?”
His partner tilted their head, considering the request. He couldn’t blame them if they said no, he couldn’t say he would want to be shocked in any of his holes. It was just something he wanted to try and maybe it could be fun, and possibly even expanded on during later romps–
“Sure.” The Drifter said, their voice cutting through his thoughts.
“R-really-!? Like you’re for reals and wanna try it!?” Amir stammered, sounding surprised the Drifter was on board so easily.
“Yeah, why not? Could be fun!” They chuckled softly, shrugging playfully.
A small smile pulled on his lips, and a warm flush of excitement buzzed through his chest, “okay, cool, cool, cool- um… I’m gonna work up a small charge yeah? A large buzz?”
The Drifter just nodded a little to his words, they adjusted themselves, biting their lip a little as his fingers shifted a little inside of them. Silently assessing the ‘conditions’. He wanted to give them a zap just enough to feel, but not enough to hurt. He bit his lip as he focused on the electric charge that formed in his chest. Slowly siphoning it down his shoulder and through his bicep, along the passages in his forearm the altered veins made transport a usually painful shock. But not this time.
The static crackled within his palm, and gently the pads of his fingers pressed against the walls that surrounded them. What he wasn’t expecting was for the Drifter to jerk, the walls of their cunt seizing around his fingers. A surprised moan torn from their throat at the sudden orgasm yanked from them.
Amir just stared with pure desire and want, a shuddering breath leaving his lips as he studied the Drifter ripped into the highest points of pleasure. His poor dick throbbed with the need to be buried in the damn tempting cunt currently wrapped around his fingers.
“Ffuck– oww..” The Drifter muttered, placing a hand low on their belly feeling the still faintly clenching muscles caused from the shock. Which made Amir’s brows furrow slightly.
“Not good–?” He asked softly, worried that that was too much
The Drifter took a breath before answering in a breathless chuckle, “Yeah… Sorta… I didn't expect that. Thought it would just be like a static shock, but… I didn’t hate it.”
“You… Didn’t?” Amir said, sounding a little excited as he pulled his fingers free from their body.
“Not completely,” The Drifter said, “It was just a little intense… And the sudden muscle clench– kinda hurt a little.” They explained rubbing over their lower belly, soothing the sore muscles.
The Drifter admitting that made him feel good, that the one interaction didn’t seem to close off the option. He would love to take the time to further experiment with sex and electricity. Though right now his balls felt like they were about to explode and the veins in his dick overflowed with what had to be half of his blood working to keep him hard. Experimentation can be put off for later.
“So…” Amir started as he curiously brought his soaked hand up to his mouth.
The Drifter watched as he cautiously licked his palm, catching the spend against his tongue. It wasn’t the worst thing he’s ever tasted, salty. Maybe they were a little dehydrated? Though maybe all cunts taste like this. He didn’t exactly have experience in that department.
“So..?” The Drifter prompted him to continue as he finished sucking the organismic fluid from his fingertips.
“Do I… Do we just put it in now?” He asked awkwardly, his eyes darting from his dick to their cunt, so close it felt like it was taunting the poor organ.
“... Maybe… Are you ready?” They asked shifting up a little higher on their knees to give him more space to get positioned, “ Cause if it’s too much we can stop here… The score is even now.”
The Drifter smiled hearing Amir chuckle at their joke, referencing that they have both given each other one release. They always managed to get him laughing, and their jokes were, self admittedly, not that good. Amir never thought himself the type to laugh at someone’s jokes just to hit. Sure, if he really boiled it down to bare essentials, he was so free with his laughter because he loved them, but there was still more to them.
So, so much more.
“No… Nah, I think I would literally die right now if we stopped.” Amir responded reaching down to stabilize his cock, biting his lip as the now upright erection brushed their opening.
Sure he knew most of the mechanics of sex, but he didn’t know how to put them into motion. Even then most of his ‘knowledge’ came from porn and smutty literature and those were… Those were less than reliable sources to draw from. So, once again he was going in very blind.
“H-heh… Can’t say I disagree…” The Drifter murmured softly glancing down at his dick, hovering over him, “... Do I just– Sit?” They asked not exactly sure just how to get him inside.
Amir swallowed a little in thought, heat crawling in his belly at the idea of finally being buried within the heat of their body. He exhaled and adjusted his grip on his penis, tip gently bumping against their clit. It was a little clumsy as he tried to slide his cock to their opening.
“Lemme, lemme try to get the tip in– yeah–?” He exhaled softly glancing back up to their face.
The Drifter nodded and leaned back, reaching backwards until the heels of their hands met the couch. It positioned themselves a little more clearer to him, and caused the dim light to cascade over their gorgeous skin. It made Amir release a bashful whine as he studied their position, leaned back and ready for him.
His already light head was suddenly flooded with a shit load of thoughts, none one of them in any Bible. All incredibly perverse and fueled by desire and sex. Does that make him a pervert? Being so incredibly turned on by someone’s naked body in his lap?
Probably.
His teeth dug hard into his lower lip, reopening the already hardly healed bite from earlier. Yet he didn’t give one single shit about that. All that mattered right now was the hot wet heat pressing against the head of his dick.
“Just put it in already you damn tease.” The Drifter chuckled softly causing him to look up at them for a moment, he had just been prolonging this hadn’t he?
Taking slow breath he finally pushed the tip in slowly. A shaky groan fell from his lips when the pure desirable heat wrapped around the head. It was a sensation he had never experienced before, and suddenly he understood why people enjoyed sex so much. His legs and hips trembled, the screaming desire to bottom out was a battle in his mind that he was losing.
The Drifter released a low sound as well, their thighs trembling on either side of his hips. Sol, the way they were gazing down at him, studying him through his glasses on their face. Never before had he felt so desired before, gazing down at him, seeing him . It was so strange and different, but Lua, he didn’t want to be anywhere else.
The Drifter’s lips curled into an almost mischievous smirk before they suddenly sharply sank down, taking all of him inside of themselves. Bottoming out, balls fucking deep, completely seathed, some other metaphor about being fully seated inside of his partner. Both people tossed their heads back, harmonic sounds of pleasure mingling in the air.
Amir’s hands grasped at them, scrambling to find purchase on their hips. The Drifter’s own hands slipped to his belly moving to try and get some leverage on his body. It was a bit of an awkward dance as they tried to figure out what to do with their hands. It was humorous gestures of a clumsy pair of virgins.
“H-heh… I um… bounce… I guess.” The Drifter chuckled softly, their hands sliding up his torso. Their voices rushed, excited, packed full of adrenaline like a racer at the starting line.
“Please… Please do.” Amir requested, nodding senselessly.
The Drifter smiled gently at his pleading and began to shift their hips. It was awkward at first, a strange up and down motion that they weren’t used to doing. It didn’t feel bad, but it was hardly as good as it could be. They hummed softly when his hands stroked up their thighs, coming to rest on their hips. With a slight lifting motion Amir helped them pick up the pace a little, causing their breath to hitch. They slowly found a comfortable pace, together, something enjoyable for the both of them.
“Fuck that’s good…” The Drifter muttered, one hand moving to grab the back of the couch, giving them more leverage to come down upon him a little harder.
Amir didn’t respond. He couldn’t . He was far too awestruck to do so. Consumed by the sensation, distracted by the way the Drifter moved. How the breathless curses that left their mouth and reached his ears. How snug their cunt gripped him, almost greedily trying to pull him in deeper with every downward motion. Fuck even the gentle bob of their breasts in time with every bounce was making him more brainless.
“Amir~” The Drifter whined softly, making him look up at them, at the flushed look on their face, “Say somethin’ baby… I wanna hear my chatty guy~”
Fuck, their voice so lost in the bliss, the almost innocent request, it was enough to drive a guy mad. His feet moved, digging into the couch cushions to thrust upwards into them. He was mindless, aroused and blind with want. Free of his usual hesitations.
It was just him and the Drifter.
“You’re– You’re gorgeous, fuckin’-- So perfect…” Amir began to ramble, hands sliding from their hips to the swell of their ass. His thrusting picked up the pace of their encounter, “I… I’m so lucky- So-So- So-ho-ho lucky. L-like comically outclassed by you in every way…”
He couldn’t stop himself from speaking, every word both breathless and utterly enamored. He wasn’t made to be loved, didn’t know the first damn thing about it. But he knew he loved the Drifter, with his entire heart and soul.
The Drifter bowed forward at the rapid thrusting, their chest pressing tightly to his own. He welcomed the contact, his arms encircling their waist. It was like his body was moving on its own, thrusting like this is what he was made to do. He pressed his face against their shoulder. They both were sweaty relentlessly hot, he could feel his hair sticking to his forehead.
“Sol, I love you– I love you so much…” He muttered metal fingers digging into their skin, like if he released them they would disappear and he would just wake up. Wake up in his bed in a sad wet puddle from the best dream of his life.
“I love you , Amir.”
That’s what did him in, made him go completely empty headed save for one prerogative.
Fuck. And fuck good .
The Drifter released a sharp cry of surprise when Amir flipped them, rolling them over so they now laid where he once did. And he slammed them, thrusting rapidly and eagerly. He felt like a dog, eager to please and do whatever his partner could ever want.
“Again, please say it again…” He begged, needing to hear their love for him proclaimed out loud again.
“I love you–” The Drifter gasped between breathless sounds of bliss. The only sounds matched by his own needy whining.
“Again-! Please-”
He was senseless and relentless, moving so quick and hard the couch they were on was jerking in time with the movements. Slowly jolting against the hardwood floors.
“Amir–” They cried, hands grabbing at his back, nails scratching at metal flesh.
“No– No–! I love– Say ‘I love you’--” He demanded against their throat, nose brushing against their racing pulse, “Please– I need it…”
This felt so good, better than Amir could have ever pictured it. The greedy cunt around his dick, fitting him in their body like he was meant to be there, inside of them. Hearing how hard they were panting, chest heaving in tandem with the effort, from the eager lovemaking.
This was perfect, all of it.
“I love– Love you, Amir.” The Drifter stammered before their legs snapped down around his hips, shoving him in deep as they came.
Amir groaned as they rippled around him, pulsing blissfully as they came. Their body milking him for all his worth. And fuck- if he didn’t provide. His hips jerked against their tight restraint, keeping him mostly in place, from each blissful ripple of his release. Body subconsciously still trying to thrust himself deeper, wanting to push his spend just that much further.
“Fffuckk..” Amir whined, his body trembling against the Drifter’s.
The Drifter didn’t respond immediately, instead brushed their fingers through his damp hair. Giving him a pleasant sensation that caused his scalp to prickle. Their legs shifted slightly, adjusting to lock their ankles together, not freeing him yet… not that he would want to go yet.
Eventually the Drifter pulled back a little, looking all sorts of sexy and disheveled. Amir didn’t want to think about what he probably looked like at the moment. Probably embarrassingly sweaty and red. Not to mention the Drifter had the added benefit of currently wearing his shades, which strangely added a carnally sexy element to their appeal.
Though they lifted a hand from his hair to pluck the glasses from their nose and carefully place them on his. Sliding them up until they were seated where they usually were. They smiled lazily up at him, their eyes lidded and a little hazy.
“I love you.” They chuckled faintly.
Amir smiled in return and leaned down, brushing their nose against theirs, “Love ya too~” He hummed before stealing a kiss.
Amir wasn’t originally made to be loved.
But maybe he could be molded to be.