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[ 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. ]

[ How long could they stay like this? Caught up in one another this first time like it's the beginning of everything and the only chance they'll ever have simultaneously? Or maybe that's just him.

This is just them. Heat and skin and need, thrusts slow and slick and certain. He clenches, hand trembling as he slips it up to stroke Locus' jaw, watching those eyes burn right through him. ]

Locus. [ Now, is awe. Now his reverence. ]

[ He'll never be used to that look. Never. Taylor looks at him like he's something more than he ever believed, and he wants to meet that expectation. He'd do anything at all for that look, for that tender touch amidst this--

Those pale eyes continue to burn into him, unwilling to look away. No matter how good it feels, how easy to sink into that heat and lose himself. He won't.

Not yet. ]

[ One more point of contact, holding Locus' gaze and just like that- he's overwhelmed. Not by the pleasure rocketing through him with every thrust, not by the ache that'll remind him of this for the next few days- but the intensity of Locus' gaze. Losing himself like this, losing himself to Locus-

And giving everything freely. His for the asking. His for the taking.

Blue blown dark he shivers. Squeezes around his cock with a slick twist of his hips, wanting to see Locus' eyes cloud over. Wanting to watch him tip over the edge and drag Taylor right along with him. ]

[ There's a muted noise as Taylor shifts, twists and squeezes around him, and his grip tightens. Alright. That's as good a sign as any to pick up the pace once more, to start thrust in earnest, driving deep as his free hand drops to that leaking cock between them to start stroking in tandem.

Together. They'll do this together. ]

Locus- [ Breathless and pleading, now, the razor's edge they'd been balancing on shifting till he's cracked open and desperate. Now, now e needs everything Locus can give him, body wound so tight he feels like twitching too hard would shred him entirely. ]

Please- [ All but bruising grip on his hip and a hand, so damn large and hot and familiar gliding up and down his cock- he nearly swallowsh is tongue, bucking into Locus' palm. ]

[ All this time, building to this single moment, it seems. Fighting and bleeding and going mad, shoring up the broken pieces together again, they've grown stronger. Together.

Now, they have this. That building tension that twines tighter and tighter before it becomes too much. That sweet pressure and friction and the sound of Taylor begging undoes him, and with another few swift, sure thrusts, he buries himself deep. Lets that thread snap, spilling inside of him with a deep, guttural moan.

Finally, his eyes roll shut, those tremors pulsing through him. It has never been like this. This? This is perfection. This is how it should be. ]

[ There's not one word that feels like permission since he doesn't need to ask for it- but he holds out. Holds on, fingers curled in Locus' hair and around his shoulder to watch the orgasm roll on through- to burn this in his memory in case-

Just in case.

Delta records and York lets his body feel the full force of Locus around him, in him. Holding and claiming and owning between one thrust and the next. Back bowed, Taylor mashes his forehead against Locus' throat and whimpers when he grinds backward, clenching hard around Locus' spent cock twitching deliciously deep, the skid of palm and rumbling of breath dragging him over the edge before that first spill of heat really sinks in. ]

[ It sinks in by degrees. Sticky and warm, the cool of the sheets and the warm pressure of York on top of him. Around him. The thudding of his pulse in his chest, his throat, his ears as it all starts to fade back in, and he starts to remember where they are.

This is real. This is theirs.

With another low, pleased noise he lowers his head to rest atop of York's, breathing in the scent of his hair and just...letting it pass over him. Drinking it all in. ]

[ He couldn't move even if he wanted to. Breathless, boneless, brainless, his whole world scraped down to instinct and sensation. Warmth in and under him and he burrows as close as he can without moving much at all, fingers smoothing idly back and forth across Locus' skin. Coherent thought will take a moment for now?

Locus has him. They're safe, they're tangled up tight, and nothing else in the world matters compared to just...touching him. Holding him a little longer. ]

[ Slowly, his hands move. The smear of come comes off across his thigh before that hand settles on Taylor's back. The other? Comes up to tentatively sweep through his hair.

Staying after. That's something of a new concept, too. No immediate fleeing, no sense of cold and shame. Taylor got what he wanted, and he stays, snuggling in even closer.

Locus's eyes fall shut again, for just a moment. Content. ]

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