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[ You were, he thinks but doesn't say. Not the time for teasing now. They've been teasing at this for far too long, intentionally or not.

He knows what it's like, that initial push. How it feels when someone opens up, squeezes down around you, the physical sensations are all there as he'd expect them to be. But that's where the similarities end. There's some breathless catch in his throat when he leans in, when he catches against Taylor and pushes in with a low groan catching against the back of his teeth.

Watching him, seeing that unabashed want, vulnerable and open and reaching, makes all the difference in the world. There's a heat, a need, that only seems to burn brighter as Locus eases into him, slow and smooth, ever watchful even as the feeling threatens to swallow him whole. ]

[ It's never all that easy to yield. Much as he likes it, much as he wants it? The first few moments of the stretch vary from uncomfortable to overwhelming depending upon the variables at hand. Locus has been careful, has prepped him as best as either of them can stand but this is still-

Overwhelming. He relaxes. He tries to relax, legs hooked around Locus' waist, forehead pressed tight to his throat as he breathes. It doesn't hurt. Doesn't burn, doesn't sting- it's just so. So much. All that warm, velvety weight, all that pressure grinding in, sliding in and so much more than a few fingers- his head lolls back as his breath's punched out of him in a drawn out moan- eyes hazy with pleasure.

Perfect. It's- it's perfect. This is perfect. ]

[ Everything and nothing like he's imagined it would be.

Taylor takes it so beautifully, and there's no urge to rush this, to mark or claim or drag whatever feeling could be stripped from this. In fact, by the time Locus had bottomed out, he just stops. Rests there, feeling him there, his own heart hammering in his throat and in his ears.

It's never just been about this, but it feels like such a long time in coming, that this is almost a relief. A point where the waves break and roll back, a long held sigh released. It's so goddamn satisfying all on its own, and he bends his head to press his nose to Taylor's temple. ]

...green?

[ The word comes out so thick it barely makes it past his throat at all. ]

[ There's more effort, usually. More time building up to being full and wound tight and breathless, a few exploratory thrusts but Locus had been nothing if not thorough and York is nothing if not utterly boneless by the time he's halfway in, hands softly stroking through his hair and tracing his jaw in something like reverence. This is- there's an ache close to desperation without any of the urgency. A heat that threatens to overwhelm and consume that doesn't frighten him in the slightest.

It's just Locus. The same open, pale eyes that he'd noticed as soon as the helmet came of, that he could read like a damn book (when he wasn't being an idiot) close enough to blur. Just all this warm skin pinning him down as he locked an arm behind his shoulders to hold him close. Keep him close. ]

Green-

[ Breathless and drawn out, dragged up from the pit of his stomach where all that heat and crackling pressure has tangled up in this impossible, inevitable pressure. ]

All green-

[ Good. That's good, because this feels raw, naked in a way that has nothing to do with clothing and everything to do with all those seething emotions brimming and spilling over. The comparisons can't help but be drawn, again and again.

Taylor is safe. Taylor is trusted, he is cared for, he is wanted in a way that feels like a yawning void in his chest that pains him even while he feels this extraordinary. But every nerve is prickled awake, and he's not used to feeling this much for one person.

No.

He's not used to allowing himself to feel this much for one person. Letting himself. Knowing there is reciprocation and respect and so much more than that, and it's all so much more intense for that. He's the one taking Taylor here but he needs his permission before he dares move, before his hips rock back and ease forward, feeling that sweet drag of friction and pressure with a low huff of breath. ]

[ Cracked open every which way- the words are on his tongue but later, later. Things said in the middle of it don't hold as much weight and normally? He'd worry about saying it so damn soon but it seems like Locus has been on this train waiting for York to catch the fuck up for a long while now. But that slithers in and out of his head in half a heartbeat and then all he can feel is Locus. His weight, his warmth, the press of his breath and the slow glide of his cock;

So damn careful. So damn gentle and god- ]

Ah-

[ His head rolls forward, putting them nose to nose as he rolls his hips down to meet him. To catch him and keep him even as his control is scraped away inch by inch, cock hard and twitching between them. ]

[ Gentle, perhaps, in the way that he's learned to be gentle. It's not the aim. This is slow, methodical, dragging the moment out and feeling Taylor's breath huff out against his lips, scraped free along with those sweet little sounds as he moves. Flexes against him, pushes deep and grinds in to the hilt, just to ensure he's as deep as he could possibly get.

He wanted something else too, though, didn't he? Maybe... ]

Hold on to me.

Nnh? [ He'd asked for something, right? It doesn't matter to him in the moment, he's got this, Locus in him, around him, grinding in slow and sweet and so damn good that for a moment he doesn't respond. Noses in against Locus' jaw and shudders before the words click through into something that makes sense and he latches on. ] Yeah, I- Yeah.

[ Legs tucked up around him, he clings. Twists his hips just a little to be a shit, but clings. ]

[ Taylor might have forgotten, but Locus won't. He's too keenly aware of needing to do well, to do right, to make him happy rather than allow time for second thoughts.

So as soon as those limbs are wrapped around him, he eases to one side, tugging Taylor up off the sheets as he in turn rolls onto his back. The sheets feel cool and dry against his back, pleasantly so, and it doesn't hurt that the movement shifts Taylor's weight and...

Oh.

Oh that does feel incredible, doesn't it? ]

[ Over and above and oh- he had asked for this, hadn't he? Caught up in having Locus so focused on him, on the stretch and burn, on grinding down he'd kind of forgotten his own request, happy to roll with whatever came but this? This puts him in control- which he needs desperately right now if he wants to make this last at all.

He braces his hands on Locus' shoulders and pushes himself upright, hips grinding down in a slow circle as he gets his bearings. Gets his legs tucked up and settled so he can lift himself up enough to spark that drag and- ]

Oh god- [ His head lolls back on his shoulders, eyes half closed, mouth dropped open around ragged breathing as he adjusts to the new angle. ]

[ Something in Locus's gaze grew sharper as he watched Taylor lean back, settle himself into place and find his place of leverage. It left nothing from his view, from the naked look of pleasure written across his face to the taut muscle and storied network of scars scattered across his body.

All these things that made York who he was, laid bare. Open to him. And his fingers found a way up his hips, tracing one of those scars with his thumb as York twisted his hips to adjust.

The look on Locus's face almost approached awe. ]

[ Fine lines from the incident on the Silent Horizon, pockmarks from bullets and shrapnel and the newest shining scars from Felix's knife stand out due to the sweat slick flush of his skin. Nothing to hide. Nothing he wants to hide, not anymore.

He shudders and leans forward enough to catch Locus' eye, coming back to the present enough to take in his expression- the wide eyes, the inability to hide a goddamn thing. ]

How damn blind was I? [ How did he miss this warmth in Locus' eyes. How could he have been oblivious to everything that he offered without expectation? ]

Even if you had known, you weren't ready.

[ Heart hammering in his throat, the words still rumble free, his chin lifting slightly as he locks eyes with Taylor. Just the briefest of pauses, still riding on that high, thin line, but not so fargone yet that he cannot see what brought them here.

Again, that thumb strokes that line that Felix had left behind. Never again. ]

It was worth waiting. It would have been worth it even if you had decided not to.

[ It's more than a physical need being met, here. More than figuring out how they fit or how they work- it's cracking themselves open every which way and seeing down to the bone. The binary of what makes them, them.

One of Taylor's hands slides up to stroke Locus' cheek, thumb smoothing along the edge of the scar that crosses his face. Old hurts, old wounds. They fought and survived and came together with stilted steps to this near inevitability. How could he not, with all this awe, all this consideration laid bare at his feet?

His hips hitch, thighs clenching as he rolls down to start up something slow and burning and just as inevitable, eyes boring into Locus'. ] Everything. You- you're worth Everything

[ The first time it's ever been said to him that way. This isn't I'd burn the world for us, it's more. It's--

New. Frightening. He's not sure he's worthy of a look like that but he trusts Taylor to the last. He lets himself believe it as those hips move and he feels the friction scrape alive, that warmth washing through him anew. He wants to close his eyes, to just feel it.

Instead, he keeps his eyes locked right where they are. Everything. He gets everything. And a hand shifts to steady at Taylor's hip, letting him move as he will. ]

[ It's 'I'd burn myself to the bone to keep you warm'. It's the ragged mask of the monsters they'd been, the shadows of the trauma they carry in their blood, the promise of something steady if not simple. It's this tangling of their nerves and the uneven scars under calloused palms meant for triggers and magazines as they find the pace to breathe together.

It's everything. Locus is- everything.

And it's not as terrifying as it had been a day ago. A week ago.

He rolls down and rises up, keeping it slow. Building to something that crackles in the back of his eyes as every rock down spears him right through, squeezing when he thins he can stand to be overwhelmed- breath wet and thick between them. Words aren't a thing anymore- it's all Locus' eyes, his breath, his hands, the shape of his lips- ]

[ Taylor's eyes, his stuttered noises, his body squeezing down around him and the catch of sweat between his thighs where they rub against his waist.

Locus digs his heels into the bed for purchase, lifting his hips to meet him when he bears down and takes him deep, with a liquid sort of grace that seems nearly impossible. This incredible creature, this soldier, this thief, this man is one of the few with Locus's heart twisted around his pinky finger. Anything, everything, it's his for the asking, and Locus wouldn't hesitate for a moment.

That should be frightening, given what he's been through. Who held that power in the past.

But he's not afraid of this, of him. Not anymore. ]

[ Long as it's been he finds a rhythm that suits, something that'll give Locus the depth they both ache for and enough breathing room between that he doesn't go boneless and brainless early. Right now there's too much to see. Every shade of green and grey in Locus' eyes, every curl of his hair against the pillow- everything. Grinding and greedy Taylor leans down to close the distance, kissing Locus between soft, throaty sounds of pleasure.

All vowels and breath between plush lips and tongue, teasing at teeth that catch and drag as he squeezes. Twists and rolls up onto the balls of his feet for a firmer drop that jolts from the base of his spine to the top of his skull. ]

[ That drop has a low, thick noise pressed to the back of his throat, almost a growl, and his free hand snakes upwards the curl in the short strands of hair at the back of Taylor's head. Slow. Easy. But that doesn't mean he won't tug him down when he feels him start to drop. It doesn't mean there aren't teeth nipping right back at the edge of Taylor's mouth.

That rawness is starting to edge away. In its place is something warm and twisting. Heavy. Secure. It locks in place until the need for it has ended, keeping him anchored while they move together, his eyelids heavy and his mouth seeking claim against Taylor's own. ]

[ There it is- there are the teeth, the edge, the steel wound up in hands still learning to be gentle. He chases that sound with another sharp drop, a slow grip of his body giving way to the slap of skin on skin as he lets his legs give out for the moment, twisting a low, almost wounded moan out of him. This is overwhelming in all the best ways and nothing like they would've managed the night before.

All the better for waiting for it.

Breathless and greedy he bites back, angles his head to make the kiss filthy and deep for all that they're taking their time. ]

[ This, he understands.

His fingers curl, nails scraping light against his scalp as he drags himself upward, and every bit that Taylor gives to that kiss? He gets just as good, just as carnal. And when Taylor's legs give way, Locus jerks his hips up, sliding slick and deep, deep as he can go, all to hear the way he moans one more time.

It's a sound he could grow addicted to. ]

[ They're muffled while they kiss, twisting and strained in his throat as their tongues glide and teeth scrape. Now the heat's rising, roiling from every point of contact, bright and searing and unrelenting as he picks up the pace. Already taking in every inch and he wants more. Like there's more for Locus to give.

Like there's anything he's holding back.

Taylor pulls away to catch his breath, hands white knuckled in their grip on Locus' shoulders. Another sharp drop wrenches a garbled twist of Locus' name out of him deep and raw and aching. ]

[ I have you, I've got you, you're mine now, mine, mine...

It's bright enough to burn, that feeling of possessiveness, protectiveness. He's not sure where it came from, if it had always been there, but it almost overwhelms everything else. Almost.

That guiding hip at his hand drags him down, hips slamming up to meet him, keeping that rhythm steady as something starts to grow hazy in the back of Taylor's eyes. He's got him. He won't let him fall, not until it's time. ]

[ It's easy to give up the reigns now that he's adjusted. Now that everything's wrapped up in more and please and harder, right there, harder-

He can't even form the words but Locus feels it- gives everything Taylor begs for with shivering rasp of his breath and clench of his body, cock dripping precome on Locus' abdomen between each thrust and he's hard, he's so hard, he's close, he's so close but this needs to last. Has to last. ]

Locus-

[ That's all it takes, just that breathless little gasp of his name. The dark swell of his eyes abates, and those thrusts slow. Just one. Beat. After. Another. Punctuated but slow, feeling the slick, tight pull of his body again and again without chasing down that edge he knows he could reach if he tried.

Not yet. ]

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