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[ He should have been up hours ago. But it's difficult to pry himself away with York nosing at him like that. Locus hums, a deep sound that cuts the silence of the room, despite its softness. ]

You're awake then, I take it?

Mhmm. [ He takes his time opening his eyes, though. Assesses the situation, stretches slow and lazy before tipping his head back to kiss the underside of Sam's jaw. Soft, pointless affection simply for the sake of it. ] You know what?

[ There's a warmth and a wonder in his eyes when he props himself up on his elbow, smiling down at Locus. ] I was right. This is amazing.

Hm?

[ He takes the momentary pause to shift around, onto his back, enough to peer up at York where he's hovering over him, hair disheveled and...

Has he ever seen him smile like that before? The sight has his throat suddenly going dry as he blinks up at him. ]

What is?

Waking up with you. [ Sleeping with someone and looking forward to that in the carnal or literal sense is one thing. Wanting to and enjoying the act of waking up with someone? Of knowing he gets to start the day like this?

His smile goes sappy in short order, fingers curling against Locus' cheek. ] I could get used to this.

[ He wouldn't trust many to sleep at his back. But he could get used to this too, the idea of this warm, languid sense of peace that lingers here. York's smile draws out one of his own, despite himself.

A moment later and he's reaching to draw York down for a kiss, a proper one this time. The physicality is still there, it's just...not the priority at the moment.

Both of them have waited too damn long for this not to enjoy it at their own pace. ]

As could I.

[ Expressions of affection. Of trust and devotion and he is...he is devoted. Telling himself he could walk away if Locus couldn't handle being just friends had been a ridiculous kind of lie. Telling Locus they could be just friends had been the worst sort of delusion. He's gone.

He's been gone for awhile now. Hard to imagine why he was afraid when Locus smiles at him that way. When he pulls him down so sweet and easy. ]

I know I promised you waffles but- [ He combs his fingers through Locus' hair, enjoying the fact that he an. That he's allowed. ] I kinda wanna lay around with you for a little longer.

Then come here.

[ He can stay a while longer, even if most of him is already itching to move. There will be time to do so. Right now, there's precious little York could ask of him that he wouldn't try to give him.

This? This is easy. ]

[ Easy enough. He leans down to press their lips together, continuing Locus' education on soft, light, not dominance fighting makeouts. Tangled up like this? It feels...it feels normal. It feels right. Less like the euphoric high of a new relationship and more like the middle of a well established, comfortable one.

How long have they been dancing around this? ]

[ Over six months, York. Not that he's been keeping track or anything like that.

This is new, at least for him. There are nuances he doesn't quite understand, things that will take stumblings and missteps to find. But he's willing to follow York's lead on this. When he leans down to kiss him, soft and sweet, Locus tries to respond in kind.

'Soft' is something he's had to learn, with Luna. And he tries to follow that in the way he cups his palm to York's cheek, pressing back slow and warm into that kiss. ]

[ It's good. It's lazy and that's the point of waking up with someone you care for- and he does deeply care for Locus in ways that are a little familiar and a lot frightening. But worth it. So very worth it for how he's trying, how he's willing to follow Taylor's lead.

Later he'll rig up a sim of Felix to punch in the dick repeatedly. Right now?

He lets some of that heat he banked away last night simmer. Shivers a little and delicately drags his teeth over Locus' bottom lip. ]

[ Locus holds for a moment, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted but stilled in uncertainty. But when it seems that yes, this is what he'd thought it was this time, he reaches to tug him right back in.

Two can play that game. Catching the corner of his mouth in soft nip, for example. Not too hard. Nothing like last night when he'd thought--

Well. It didn't matter. There was more to this than he'd thought, but he's always been a quick study. ]

[ It might be. Could be. They could end up leading right into that and honestly? He's perfectly cool with it now. He just...hadn't wanted that to be their first night. Didn't wanna set himself up to fail.

Like this it's all warm and slowly becoming sharply sweet, intent tugging on the idle heat pooling in his abdomen. The nip earns a faint sound, soft and pleased, as he shifts to return the favor. Little drags of teeth smoothed over with swipes of his tongue. ]

[ It still retains that air of gentleness. Of affection, more than claiming or taunting. Locus hums quietly in thought, fingers trailing lazily down to smooth over the small of his back.

He should be clear. It doesn't hurt to ask, even as he breathes in the scent of Taylor's skin, shifts one knee slightly higher, and turns towards him where he lies curled against him. ]

Do you wish to do more than lie here?

[ He has to think about it for a moment or two. Lazy makeouts or...

It's easy to remember all that strength, all that heated intent when he's got a bruise bright red on the side of his throat that still aches in a good way. Taylor's careful in how he pulls himself close, hand slipping up to rest against Locus' jaw. ]

I...yeah. Do you?

Yes.

[ The answer comes easily, no pause for consideration at all. For once he knows what he wants with certainty. It's only ever been a matter of York deciding he wants it, too.

York's fingers catch against stubble, but they are warm. Inviting. Locus cocks his head for a moment, his own hand drifting upwards to York's throat, to drag a thumbnail briefly over the mark he'd left behind.

They could go that route again. Or they could continue this slow, lazy build to whatever it ended up being. ]

[ Taylor's eyes go half lidded and hazy, breath catching in his throat. He remembers pretty damn well being held up, pinned to the door and not quite ravaged. Claimed, more like, and this morning? For all their lazy explorations he's...kind of down.

Kind of really down.

It's easy to lean in and kiss Locus with more heat, now. To give a little movement, little drags of his tongue free reign. ]

[ That feels like permission. Sort of. It's still in this nebulous area of uncertainty that he's not sure how to navigate. But he wants to. Enough to push of his own volition, figuratively and literally, as he rolls up off of his back to nudge York back into the sheets.

There's a pause as he hovers there, just above his lips. ]

You'll tell me if it's too much. If I do something wrong.

[ And he won't do so in a way that will dangle the mistake over his head. He knows York better than that. ]

[ Locus nudges and York? Rolls without a second thought, handing over control in the moment to see what he'll do. To watch how he'll take what he knows now and temper or alter what he thought was the norm. ]

It wasn't wrong, babe. Just- not what I wanted in the moment. If things go somewhere I'm not feeling, I'll tell you...and I want you to do the same for me, alright? [ It's easy to slide sideways into weird if you're not careful, and with Locus? He wants to be careful.

He wants this to be good. ] This is for you too. We're figuring out...us. Yeah?

[ That...endearment shouldn't have his face suddenly burning. Lowering his eyes and casting them slightly askance, Locus gave a brief nod.

Yes, they're figuring this out. What 'they' are. What 'they' like. Everything else is experience, but beyond that? Irrelevant. He has to remember that. ]

What about in this moment?

[ Rather than look back up, he takes the moment to regain his footing, to bend lower and scrape his teeth gently along York's jaw. ]

I want you. [ Simple, straightforward, no games. Just them figuring this out, fooling around. Enjoying each other like they had with tequila and salt and sand on the beach not long ago. His hands slide up into Locus' hair as his head tips back, a low groan twisting out of him. ] I'm good with teeth. Gimme some bruises.

[ He can do that. He can lower his fingers to Taylor's hips and dig in there to drag his hips forward. He can dip his head to mouth warmly against his throat before finding the spot where his pulse rabbits softly under his skin, before setting the blunt edge of teeth in to dig and suck.

Slow.

Roll his hips, drag against him--

Slow.

Roll his tongue over his skin--

He can pattern him in bruises to admire and touch for days to come. This is a language he speaks fluently. ]

[ That half bitten groan from the night before? Rolls out in full force now. Warm and deep and deeply pleased as he arches up against Locus' body. six foot something of pure muscle all warm and heavy and real.

And careful- so damn careful and that's as much a turn on as everything else. He shudders his way through holding him against his neck, his chest, wherever his teeth and tongue lead him. ]

Locus- [ Soft, appreciative, needy. ]

[ How does even that cause a shiver to run through him? That quiet, strained vocalization of his name, said like a plea. The response is a low noise in the back of his throat as his teeth scrape down again, dragging over reddening skin and pinching briefly.

He does have a lot more canvas to cover. And it's with a brief upwards dart of his eyes that he shifts down over Taylor's body, the next spot he latches onto just above the flat of his collarbone. ]

[ It's not just the sensation- it's who's doing this to him. With him. That's just as important as everything else. That's what makes it as arousing as it is. His thighs tip apart, knees bracketing Locus' hips as he grinds upward for more. A firmer pressure, more of that heat. He's gonna have bruises and it'll be obvious what happened-

And he doesn't mind a lick. ]

God- yeah. Like that-

Here?

[ It was worth it just to hear those noises rise up out of him. To know he was the one causing York to buck and grind, to moan so openly for more. Another nip and Locus let his hands stray up to scratch just under his ribcage, slow and purposeful. ]

I'm also thinking here...

[ The other hand? Sank lower, between his thighs, before digging in through thin fabric. ]

...and here. Strategically speaking.

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Shit is getting steamy, kids, avert thine eyes

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