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[ 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.

Yeah, sounds good. [ The laugh he huffs is breathless and low- but fond. Incredibly fond. Now this is what he hoped for when they got around to it. Locus doing things his way and him along for the ride. ] Sounds very good. Solid strategy.

[ He grinds his hips up into Locus' hand, eyes half closed. ]

Glad you approve.

[ With a half-cocked smirk, he continues his way down. Slowly shifting his weight, he lets his tongue and teeth mark the trail down to the next target, before laying in with that sharp, sucking bite that left livid marks on Taylor's throat.

The movement's also managed to slot him perfectly between Taylor's thighs. Almost as if planned. ]

[ Nails catch against Locus' scalp, settling under the heat and weight of him slotting in just right between his legs. Solid. That's a good word for Locus in every possible way and now? It's never been hotter. He goes tense for a moment, strains upward to see if he can shift Locus and, maybe he could.

But he doesn't want to.

Taylor melts under his tongue, another low groan twisting out of him. ]

[ There's another low noise at the scrape of nails against his scalp. That tingle settles under his skin, but not quite enough of a distraction to keep him from leaving his mark, fingers smoothing over the deep red left behind on Taylor's skin like a stain.

One more then. And it means working his way down, grasping the waist of Taylor's pants as he goes. These are decidedly in the way. ]

[ Welts and bruises he's happy to earn, nothing like the rough green smear of hitting the mats too hard that area already fading (hell yeah future medical tech) but these? These he's in no hurry to lose. ]

Wanna peel those off for me? [ He props himself up enough on an elbow to peer down at Locus and.

Um.

Loses a moment because of the image. God and DAMN. ]

[ He's staring.

Locus raises an eyebrow and stares right back for a moment, waiting for him to say something, anything more. Then, he goes right back to peeling him out of his pants, unhurried but firm.

When he's got them shucked down to about his knees, he glances up again. ]

...what.

You're incredibly attractive. [ When in doubt? honesty. York huffs a soft laugh at himself and reaches down, stroking the side of Locus' face. ] And I'm having a 'is this really happening moment' that is completely normal.

A 'how did I get this lucky' moment.

Luck had nothing to do with it.

[ It had everything to do with who he was, who he chose to be. That person had earned this affection and fondness, completely and utterly. There was no luck involved in that at all.

And as though to punctuate the point, Locus turned his head, huffing against the palm that had been stroking his cheek before nipping lightly at the edge of his palm, grey-green eyes still resting on York. ]

You earned this.

One day when I'm less distracted I'm gonna ask how.

[ Because sure- he's been kind to Locus but tripping into this has been, to him, a happy accident rather than an inevitability. But he is very distracted and Locus is very warm, very intent, and those eyes are very intense. ]

All green so far, by the way. This is both hot and very much what I want.

Green?

[ He thinks he gets the gist. Green as in...traffic lights, right? Green means go. There's only a brief wrinkle of confusion before it clears and he nods, slipping low once more.

Ah. And the inside of his thigh is so warm, so smooth. It bears pausing to admire, to kiss along the inner curve and breath deep, before finding a particularly tender spot to lay a new love bite into.

One he'll agitate when walking, preferably. Let him remember this after he's left for the day. ]

Yeah. [ He pushes away the intrusive thought of 'of course felix didn't fucking play safe or sane' before it can come to fruition. Only him and Locus in the bed right now, fuck the other guy. This is them, for them, and he's stripped naked in short order, shivering more from the heat radiating off of Locus than the cold. ]

Mmm. M'gonna feel that all day- [ Nails on Locus' scalp and he shudders, cock half hard already against his other thigh. A bite a bruise like that? Will rub up against his jeans or uniform. ]

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Shit is getting steamy, kids, avert thine eyes

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