~spaaaace~ au [for Garrus]

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[Ryan doesn't mind being the designated errand-runner, really. He recognizes that while he's damn smart for a human, other species still outstrip his own in certain venues, and that it also just comes along with being the most junior researcher of the group-- he counts himself lucky to be working on this project, and never complains about being asked to go fetch one thing or another or to deliver reports to other posts on the planet.

Besides, it gives him some time alone with their turian guard. Ryan's always fascinated by other species, but it's not exactly appropriate to bother Garrus with questions while he's running tests, compiling data, or any number of things he really should stay focused on. He's settled for doing so on breaks, on downtime, and on simple missions like this one when they're sent off as a pair; Ryan is not a skilled fighter, and the data he's meant to fetch needs protection just as much as (or even more than) the human does.]

So, uh- how are you liking the place? I mean, no, we haven't been down here long, but- first impressions and everything, you know? Approve, disapprove, haven't decided?

[He peers up at his companion curiously, brushing a couple of stray curls from his face that just refuse to stay tied back. With the wind out here picking up, it's more annoying than usual, but that hasn't dampened his enthusiasm for getting to see some of the local scenery... well, such as it is. The area's largely scrub, and their group has been repurposing abandoned former outposts, resulting in an odd clash between newer, rebuilt stations and scattered disrepair spreading out from those locations.]

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[forgivetheinsubordination]

[It's hot to have someone this interested in getting him undressed, and Garrus adapts quickly to Ryan's help. But it's even hotter to know that Ryan's done his research. He's wanted to have sex with a turian, and now Garrus may just get to benefit from the digging the scientist has done.

As soon as his armor is off and he's down to just tunic and leggings, Garrus is nuzzling Ryan's cheek, marveling at how soft human skin actually is.]

So. What tips, then? For a turian who hasn't been with a human... and for a human who hasn't been with a turian?

[He works his tunic open and drops it behind himself. The leggings can come later; he doesn't feel like dislodging Ryan enough to work them down and off. Instead, he'll graze his teeth against Ryan's neck, just a hint of sharp without any danger.]

[averagemedium]

[While Garrus is shedding the last of his armor and his tunic, Ryan's working at the fastenings of his jacket and shirt, tossing them aside along with his gloves. He never wears anything that fits too tightly, but now that he's finally free of those usual layers of fabric it's easier to see exactly what his shape is like: thin, almost delicate, with light freckles dusted across his pale skin around his shoulders and the top of his chest.

He breathes out a slow, contented sigh at the graze of teeth against his skin, fingers skimming down Garrus' chest.]

Hm... not a tip, really, but- have you only ever been with turians? No other species at all?

[Ryan flashes him a grin that's equal parts eager and confident, a very rare expression on his face, and gently pushes himself backward-- not to step away, though.

He's just giving himself room to start sinking to his knees.]

Because I know exactly where to start if that's the case.

[forgivetheinsubordination]

[The little dots are fascinating, faint and pale, and Garrus reaches up to trace a few of them even as Ryan touches him lightly. Soft, Ryan's skin and touch both. Garrus is bending his neck a little, deciding he wants to lick the spots, when Ryan moves and asks the question and grins, an expression Garrus hasn't seen before. There's promise in those eyes, even if Garrus isn't sure what the promise is.]

Uh. No. I mean, no other species.

[What's the significance of that? He threads his fingers through Ryan's hair, feeling the way the curls go around them. Now that Ryan's off his lap Garrus uses his free hand to tug his leggings off one hip spur and then the other. He wishes the human was still there, but he's going to trust to this idea, especially as his plates are already opening and spreading.]

Gonna, um. Give any clues about what this start is gonna be?

[He likes the way anticipation feels, enjoys the confidence coming from Ryan, but is endlessly curious. Especially now that he's able to fill his eyes with Ryan's body, beautiful in an entirely alien way. He will lick every single one of those spots, Garrus decides.]