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[ 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. ]

That's the point.

[ The corner of his mouth curled as he gave the mark another firm nip. Another, pinching the skin delicately between his teeth before releasing him at last, drawing back enough to peer over his body. Observe the trail he's made. ]

No one will see it. But you'll know. And I'll know.

[ Every pinch earns a twitch of his cock, his thighs tipping further apart to accommodate anything, everything that Locus has in mind. He wants this- badly- and he wants to touch Locus just as much. Bitten and flushed for it, he hooks a leg around Locus' hips to try and pull him in. ]

You wanna see me squirm, huh? [ Hell, he's squirming now. ] Hot.

[ Locus takes the hint. Once he's satisfied with the blossoming red mark on Taylor's thigh, he shifts forward, crawling back up over him, one elbow digging into the mattress to support his weight as he leans in.

He's found the urge to kiss him has significantly risen over the last day or so. Fortunately, he no longer has to try and curb the impulse. ]

I want to see more than that. But yes. That seems a good place to start.

[ Because there's still so much he can do. To prove it, a hand slips between his thighs to scrape nails over the most recent love bite before skating upwards, teasing just along the edge of his hardening cock. ]

[ Taylor tips his head back to watch Locus watch him and he'll never get over those eyes. Steady and piercing, carving their way to his core and he doesn't mind. Invites it, even, as he stretches. Arches more to show off the slow rippling clench of muscle from shoulder to thigh, highlighting every bitten in bruise and scraped in welt painting his skin red. ]

Go for it, then. I'm all yours [ Arms around Locus' shoulders and it's easy to pull him down, easy to kiss him a little harder, with a little more bite as those nails dig in. As he's teased to twist out a low whine. ]

[ Such sweet sounds he makes. It becomes a point to see what he can pry from him, what sounds escape only to be swallowed down in that hungry kiss. But it could be better. Oh, it could be so much better, still.

It's fair to say that after this much time waiting? He knows what he wants to see from him. And he has no doubt Taylor will live up to the fantasy. ]

Mm. Lubricant?

[ Rumbled against his lips while his eyes darted towards the bedside. Surely there's something nearby enough to not break away completely. ]

Uh- [ He blinks at the question, which is an obvious question, but he's still a little caught offguard by the reminder that, uh, yeah this is happening. ] I don't- um.

[ Twisting around to reach takes half a moment longer that he'd like, rummaging through the nightstand. Just another reminder of how far from his mind this shit has been until, well, now. ] Got it-

[ He rolls back around, pressing a full, fresh container into Locus' hand. ]

[ It says quite a bit, doesn't it? He'd had it to hand, but it's untouched. Both of them had been so resigned to this not being a possibility, and now?

Now he's wondering if he isn't still asleep somehow, and this is just another fantasy. He could hardly be blamed. Even now, he looks at York like he's some incredible sight he expects to vanish if he looks away for long enough.

Which might explain why he doesn't, peeling away only long enough to get the container open, to slick his fingers and take the time to warm them before shifting his weight yet again, lowering his hand to curl between them both. Not there, not quite yet. A detour first, wrapping his fingers around York first as he leans closer.

His forehead presses against his, and a low approving sound catches in his chest. ]

You are...

[ He wants to say something meaningful, but the words are failing him at the moment. ]

[ He thought he'd have someone over one day- a flame, a friend, someone that he could bed and wake up next to and walk away from without it being awkward. Someone that wouldn't reach into his chest with a smile or a look or a murmured word and leave him aching afterward with a thousand variations of 'what if'?

But no, not any nameless someone or casual friend. Locus. Cracking the seal in more ways than one, crossing that line more than they did on the beach and he wants this. Wants him. More than he can articulate.

Taylor's arms slide around Locus' shoulders, fingers tracing his jaw, combing through his hair, eyes locked on his like if he looks away he'll miss the most important thing in the world; even if that slow stroke has him shivering. Too close to see, his world a blur of green and warm skin and all he can hear is that rumble. ]

It's never been like this. [ He's cared this deeply before- but never closed that gap. Never the right time, never the right place. But now...they have this. ] Ever.

No. It hasn't.

[ Before, there was always something to prove. Some struggle to win the upper hand, or just a furious need to lay claim to something just to have it. This is more than he'd thought possible, more than he could have imagined.

He wouldn't know any of this existed, if not for Taylor.

So he wants to make this as good as he can. He lets those fingers sink over him, squeezing tight and stroking upwards, thumb circling the head before sliding down again. He does still want him to squirm, to moan, to want him as desperately as he wants.

But this isn't just about efficiency, this time. In a strange way, he just wants this to last as long as it can, to linger in this moment with him. ]

[ Even with everyone he's been with, every kind of partner, every kind of functional (or dysfunctional) relationship- it didn't hit quite this hard. It didn't carve in this deep and settle like a seed instead of an ember. Warmth, sure, need? Yeah. But there's...more. So much more and the word's on the tip of his tongue-

But he' not about to say it while Locus has a hand on his dick. Proclamations made pre, mid, or post coitus don't count.

And this? This counts. All of it counts even when he was running from it, hiding from it, lying to himself about it. No wonder he never bothered trying to talk himself out of it, he's a shitty liar. Even to himself. Especially to himself. ]

Take your time. [ They've got plenty and god, the slow burn of his hand gliding along is more than he can take- and nowhere near enough. His eyes roll back as his hips roll up, a low, desperate noise twisting out of him. ] God- take all the time you want-

Even if it takes hours?

[ There's a brief chuckle as he savors that sound, and this time? There's just the barest trace of nails once he reaches the tip. All smoothed away on the next stroke down, of course, but he's not above seeing just what York can take. What he likes. What really makes him lose himself. ]

I could keep you right here...see how long you last.

[ He wouldn't, not the first time. He's not that cruel. Oh, but the idea of it. ]

[ Licking his lips and swallowing past a knot in his throat, Taylor finds it difficult to look away. That sound- that look in Locus' eyes? Hottest goddamn thing he's ever seen, that he's ever felt knowing that he's this pleased because of him.

Hard not to feel attractive like this.

His head drops back against the pillows with that sharp edge of nail, whimpering at that promise. ]

Nnnh. If that's- if that's what you want.

Tell me what you want.

[ Said as his hand finally loosens and sinks lower, this time cupping him by the balls. He's more delicate this time, squeeze and rolling, but still testing what will string him out and...yes, that was definitely a whimper.

One day. One day they'll have to test that, he thinks. Just to see how long he can hold out. ]

You. [ Breathless and utterly sincere- it's hard to not be completely honest right no. And not just because locus has a hand on his dick. ] I wanna ride you.

[ See how much he can take, see how good he can make Sam feel. ]

I wanna watch you come apart right along with me-

It will take time.

[ Because he won't hurt him. He will never hurt him, not in ways he doesn't ask for. Luckily there's more than enough slick left on his fingers to continue onward, to release his hold and press back until his fingers graze across the clench of muscle.

It will take time, but he has all the patience in the world. Just one finger to start, to ply and work his way inward, easing him open, while he lifts his head just far enough to watch Taylor's expression with rapt attention. ]

S'worth it. [ Locus isn't small. He's known that every which way for awhile but getting ready? Is half the fun. He angles his hips just so, thighs spread wide, shameless and inviting in equal turns while he waits for Locus to take that step-

And he does. In a slow, teasing graze that has him whining already- greedy. So damn greedy and so damn much to want, but he watches Locus watching him. Lets everything play on his face, the tilt of his brows, the drag of teeth over his bottom lip, the hitched whimper that rolls right through him as his eyes go dark. ]

Locus-

[ Something protective rolls through him as he watches York surrender by inches. It prompts a sort of gentleness in him as that single, slick digits works inside of him. He's so tight, but the want is painted clear as day across his face.

One, then two knuckles deep, flexing slowly before withdrawing, dragging against the smooth clutch of his body. Again. And Again. Until there's enough give to slide in a second and feel that resistance all over again. ]

...I've got you.

[ It's been awhile for him in this body. Been a long, long while since he'd last had this but with Locus it's an ache he can feel in his teeth- one satiated little by little with those short drags that become easy and deep. Remembering how to relax takes time but-

He's melting against the sheets in short order, hands clasped against Locus' skin, moving in idle, appreciative patters down his back and against the nape of his neck. ]

I know.

[ With two, it becomes easier to tease. To push deep and twist, to spread them further and feel him start to yield. It's slow, but it's good too. All that silken heat, and the obscenely slick sound of his fingers moving in and out. But it's not quite enough.

He knows what to look for. But it's been some time for him to. Slowly, those fingers sink deeper, crooking in search of that bundle of nerve endings, and when he finds it? He knows he'll see in York's eyes. ]

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