18. Compatible Devices
COMPATIBLE DEVICES
GREG
Sean’s mouth is everywhere.
And for a guy who claims he’s never been with an orc before, he seems to have downloaded the full instruction manual. Holy moly.
I’m trying to keep it together—to be cool, to breathe—but every flick of his tongue is like a short-circuit. I swear, if my brain had a progress bar, it’d be stuck at 99% overwhelmed.
He’s behind me now, teasing, and every nerve ending I’ve got is lighting up like debug code.
“My good boy is getting me nice and ready for his cock,” I say, trying to catch a glimpse of him over my shoulder.
He murmurs. Or maybe it’s a moan. I can’t make it out because his entire face is lost between the cheeks of my ass.
I’m bracing myself on the counter as he pushes that tongue deeper, and fuck, he’s added…
a finger. Maybe two? His thumb adds some pressure to my horn, and my heels come off the floor.
I lower my head and notice the long string of precum dripping from my cockhead.
I’ve never come without touching myself, but with what Sean’s doing inside me, I sense it could happen.
“Sean,” I groan, my voice rough, desperate. “Please. Please. Just—fuck me already.”
He laughs softly against my skin, the bastard, and I love him for it.
“Your hole is so sweet.”
I tilt my head, trying for serious. “Orcs do taste sweeter to their mates. It’s been proven in clinical studies.”
Sean chuckles, kissing my ass cheek. “No, you big nerd. I didn’t mean scientifically sweet. I just meant I love eating you out.”
He stands, taking hold of my hips, and I feel his raging boner on my… lower thigh.
That’s when we realize the problem: logistics.
I’m at least two heads taller, built like a tank, and my mate is… not.
I try squatting. Sean grunts to reach. Still too tall. Sean eyes a dining chair like it’s part of a circus act.
“Maybe if I stand on that?” he says, pointing.
For half a second, I picture it working. Then I picture the news headline: LOCAL COMPUTER NERD ACCIDENTALLY LAUNCHES BOYFRIEND THROUGH CEILING.
“Okay, maybe not the best idea,” I say, wiping sweat from my brow. “I don’t want to have to explain to the paramedics how my boyfriend broke a leg banging me.”
Sean freezes. “Boyfriend?”
I meet his gaze and let the silence stretch, just long enough for it to sink in. “Yeah,” I say softly, a little smile tugging at my mouth. “Boyfriend. If that’s okay.”
“Yeah. More than okay.” He kisses my chest, right where my heart pounds under his touch.
Then he gets this look—half cunning, half chaos.
“Wait here.”
He bolts for the bed. I’m still catching my breath when he drags out a large, bright blue, neatly folded… tarp.
“Uh,” I say, blinking. “Where did you get that?”
“It’s new,” he says, defensive and adorable. “I bought it. Just in case.”
Something in me goes very still.
I can handle taunting, touching, even him whispering the filthiest things in my ear. But this—this simple, thoughtful gesture—undoes me completely.
“Sean.” My voice cracks. “You bought a tarp.”
My eyes go wide as it hits me. He was never going to shut me out.
“Yeah,” he says, biting his lip. “You know, cleanup and all. You produce… uh, a lot of cum. And we shouldn’t always have to do it in the shower.”
I laugh, low and shaky, and help him spread the tarp over the bed, tucking the corners neatly under the mattress. My hands shake, not from lust but something deeper—warm, steady awe.
Nobody’s ever done something like this for me before.
We meet in the middle, eyes catching, hearts hammering.
I drop down onto all fours, feeling the mattress shift beneath me and the smooth, crinkly surface of the thick plastic underneath.
Sean leans in, brushing his lips against mine, and I hum in response, letting the closeness ground me.
My hands move instinctively as he stands.
I take his dick in my mouth, giving him a long suck before he pulls back, grabs the lube, and moves behind me.
His hands are confident and strong, warming up the lube then applying a generous amount to us both. I’m open from his tongue and fingers, but in this position, I take a deep breath and relax. One touch, then another, until I can feel it—my body’s completely primed, every nerve eager for him.
I glance over my shoulder at him. He’s grinning, standing steady, his hands on my waist, at the perfect angle for what comes next. With me on all fours, he doesn’t have to bend at all—he’s exactly where he needs to be.
He places the head of his cock at my hole, adding just enough pressure to hold it there, and before he can ask, I say, “Good boy. Engage all systems at full power.”
There’s no laughter. Just Sean gripping my hips, carefully sliding himself all the way inside me. He pauses, and the room seems to hold its breath along with me.
“You okay?” His voice is quiet. Apparently, being inside me brings out a different side of my mate.
“Yes, you feel amazing.” I widen my knees. The slight adjustment sends a shiver up my spine as Sean’s dick reaches uncharted territory. “You fill me up so well.”
He pulls back until only the head remains then glides back in. He starts with a slow pace, I think for my comfort, but this bond with him flips a switch inside me—something primal, something I’m not used to feeling, comes rushing out.
“That’s it, Sean. Fuck me. Harder. Please.”
He picks up speed, and I thrust back with each plunge. When the sound of his skin meeting mine echoes through the room, Sean does something that takes me completely off guard. One hand drifts down, fingers wrapping around my horn, and the sudden, unexpected touch makes my head spin.
“Ohhhhh. Good boy. Good boy.” The words spill out as I lower myself onto my elbows. The pleasure of having him rearrange my insides as he massages my horn overwhelms me. It’s too much. Not enough. It’s everything.
I’m lost in complete ecstasy. At this point, an earthquake, meteor, and tsunami could all hit Crownpoint, and I wouldn’t flinch.
But then, Sean pauses. Pulls out. And crouches down next to my face.
“Greg?”
“Mmmmh.”
I’m still ass up, words failing me, heat fusing in every nerve ending.
“This is hot as fuck, but… I want to see your face. Kiss you.”
A little thrill zooms through my body. My mate—my (sometimes) grumpy, amazing, infuriatingly perfect mate—wants to look at me. Wants to kiss me. My brain is mostly glitching, but one part of me, the part that’s completely sure, shouts: yes.
So I flip onto my back, pulling him close.
His warmth presses into me, the smell of him, the taste, the weight, and I realize, he’s mine.
Sean’s face barely reaches my chin, but with a pillow propped behind my head, I’m able to kiss him.
My fingers dig into his ass, not too rough, just enough to draw him deeper with each plunge inside.
There’s zero doubt about it. This is making love. This is my mate.
“Gods, I love you.”
And there, I’ve said it. Mid-thrust.
But holding his face this way, feeling his lips, his hands, the way he’s completely mine in this moment, it hits me all at once—how much I’ve wanted this, needed him, needed us. My heart races, and I swear I could stay like this forever, lost in the connection.
Sean pauses, hand on my sweaty face, and removes my glasses. I open my mouth to protest, but he puts a finger over my lips.
“Just for a second. I need nothing between us.” He kisses me softly, gently, and I melt into it. “I love you, too, Greg. And not just because I’m literally inside you right now. I love you because you’re dorky, brilliant, ridiculously sweet, and completely mine. Every part of you. Always.”
My eyes are damp, sure from sweat, but mostly from what he’s said. How this feels.
“All my life, I wondered if I’d ever find my mate,” I say, grinning.
“And then you walked into Labyrinth Solutions—crabby, determined to destroy every piece of technology you could find, glaring at me like I invented the entire network to sabotage you, and somehow… somehow, I knew.” I shrug, trying to act casual.
“I knew that if anyone could make my circuits fry and my heart skip beats at the same time, it would be you.”
We lock mouths, everything raw and real, too much and not nearly enough. My hands find every inch of him, memorizing him like a line of repeated code, and for a second, I swear I’m in heaven.
“Now…” I pull back, my hands squeezing his ass. “Let’s make a mess.”
Sean laughs, but then, shifting up a little, braces himself on my chest and resumes fucking me like our lives depend on it.
I breathe him in, our scents mingling in the best way.
He reaches for both of my piercings, twisting just enough that my thighs quake as the first hint of my orgasm taps at the base of my spine.
“Fuck.” It comes out with a low growl because I’ve never had anyone play with them while plowing me. “Wreck my hole, good boy.”
He slams into me, over and over. My horn seizes up, and I can tell my release is imminent.
“Sean, I’m close.” Suddenly, it hits me what a mess I’m about to make. “The tarp is great, but… the wall. The nightstand.”
“I don’t care.” He’s panting, his cock throbbing inside me, and I sense he’s teetering on the edge, too. “We’ll clean up after.”
I let go of every worry and give in to the pleasure.
He’s thrusting inside me, hard and unrelenting, and before I even realize it, he pulls out.
His dick, slick with lube, hovers above me, coating me in hot, long ropes of cum.
Sure, it’s nothing like my orgasm, but for him, it’s a lot.
The heat on my skin pushes me over the edge, and I reach down, ready to take care of myself—but Sean’s faster.
Still coming himself, both his hands wrap around me, stroking me through the euphoria until I explode, unleashing a torrential flood.
“Holy… fuck.” Sean’s voice is low, awed, and trembling—but he doesn’t let go. “Yes. So fucking much.”
There’s cum everywhere. I’m coated first, slick and sticky, and then I hear it hitting the wall behind the bed—thwap.
The nightstand gets its share. The floor, too, with a satisfying splat.
I can’t help but let out a laugh through my moans.
“Seriously, this is ludicrous,” I gasp and do my best to open my eyes as my cock unleashes a cum storm on his tiny studio.
“We’re going to need a mop… or a small excavation crew. ”
“Totally worth it.” Sean chuckles, eyes dark and mischievous, like he’s already plotting the cleanup—or maybe just enjoying the chaos we’ve made together.
When I finally finish, it’s quiet except for our breathing. The tarp crumples beneath us, silly and perfect. Sean looks half-asleep already, sprawled across my chest like an exhausted cat.
“You’re ridiculous,” I whisper, kissing the top of his head.
“Uh-huh,” he mumbles. “But practical.”
“Speaking of.” I kiss his cum-covered head with my cum-coated lips. “We need to clean up.”
We grab towels and start wiping down the wall, nightstand, and floor, carefully rolling up the tarp Sean brought. Little drips still manage to escape, but we work together, laughing at the absurdity of it all.
Once it’s curled up, we drag it into the shower to rinse it off.
The tarp crackles and flops under the spray as Sean turns the water on.
Steam fills the tiny bathroom as we step in, pressing together under the warm stream.
Hands reach for each other, playful splashes turn into teasing kisses, and every once in a while one of us smacks the tarp just to make it wriggle.
By the time we’re done, the tarp and our bodies are clean, and we’re still dripping and laughing, tangled up against each other like we’ve never been happier.
Back in the tarpless bed, we snuggle under the covers. I wrap my arms around Sean’s warm body, the smell of soap clinging to both of us. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the part that still runs on logic and checklists, I’m thinking: This is what compatibility looks like.
I reach over, turn off the lamp, and let the soft sounds of the city fade around us.
For once, I’m not thinking about tomorrow. Not about work or schedules or system updates. Just Sean.
Warm. Breathing. All mine.
And when he finally drifts off, drooling a little against my chest, I smile into his damp hair and think, yeah—maybe love is the ultimate patch upgrade.