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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. ]

A slick curl and press and there, right when he clocks onto what Locus must be looking for but before he can angle his hips to help him along the way- he finds it. The thing that makes his body clench and spine bow upward, a sharp sound twisting out of him.

Nnh- [ Good and it could be more. So much more- with the promise of what's to come heady in his mind Taylor rocks his hips down against Locus' fingertips in slow, shallow thrusts, eyes blown dark and crackling with heat. ] There, right there-

Here?

[ And he presses again. Another shot straight to the heart of what he wants, to that center that has him jerking and crying out, flexing around his fingers. He can even feel him start to thrust back onto his fingers on his own.

Greedy. He's tempted for a moment to chastise him, but no. He wants to see how York unfolds, how he breaks. ]

Yea-aaah- [ One word that drags out into a sharp moan, his head rolling back against the pillow to better brace his shoulders against the mattress and give him that much more leverage in grinding his hips down against Locus' hand. It's good-

Sharp and lighting him up like a bolt of lightening, and Locus just. Watching as he shudders under him, body locking down around his fingers. ]

[ Of course he watches. He's taking in every detail, the way his body seizes and rocks and the things he leans into. The things that become too much. Every detail should be put to memory for future use, because he plans on this being one of many mornings to come.

This time, his fingers tap upwards twice in rapid succession. Short, shallow movements, but still more than enough to brush against that spot that's giving York so much to contend with at the moment. A free hand reaches almost casually to brush his hair back over his shoulder. ]

Very well.

[ It's fun and easy to grind back and down for a short while, every press making his dick twitch hard against his belly, his thighs tremble along either side of Locus' hips- but soon it hits just the barest edge of too good. Too sharp, too likely to pitch him over the edge and he's not ready for that.

Not yet.

Whining he twitches away from those sharp taps, trying to keep them shallow and sweet instead of deep and precise and searing- not easy with how damn unerring Locus' aim is. ]

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