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[goddamngrenades]

[ It startles a snort of tired laughter out of him that kicks into a bright laug, muffled in Locus' shoulder. ]

Did you just- you did. Jackass! [ Now he has to roll up on one elbow to peer down into Locus' face, smile too wide and eyes too bright for the insult to have any bite. ] Here I am trying to have a moment-

[agnominal]

I'm not stopping you.

[ The words are still thick, still a little rough around the edges. His breath still comes deep, though slowing with time. With a faint smile, his fingers trace the edge of York's face. ]

That was...unlike anything I've known.

[goddamngrenades]

I'm actually kinda proud. [ More than a little for- well. The joke, for all of it. He's still hazy and drifting in the afterglow but saying something seems important. He knows it is. ] Very me. I must be rubbing off on you.

[ There is, despite his best interest, a pointed grind of their hips together, oversensitive and softening cock dragging through the mess e'd left between them. ]

I was gonna say 'magnificent'.

[agnominal]

Agreed.

[ A moment more and he leans up, beckoning him down for another kiss. Slow, unhurried, as they'd started this morning. When he draws away?

Those eyes, as ever, hide nothing at all. ]

Worth waiting for.

[goddamngrenades]

[ He leans in easy as breathing; now that he's on the same page as Locus? Reading what he wants is simple. Giving it over? Simpler still.

Taylor's eyes go warm and soft as he combs Locus' hair back, grin going not...dim. But folding in to something smaller. Sweeter. More honest. ]

Sorry it took me so long to get with the program.

[agnominal]

Do not apologize.

[ Locus shakes his head slowly, those fingers stroking again along his cheek. ]

I know making this choice was difficult for you. As it was for me.

[goddamngrenades]

You've got more to lose. [ More reason to be wary, but in he's jumped with both feet, maybe without looking at what's under the water.

His shit had been...faulty logic and cowardice. But now that he's got this? He's not letting go. Not for anything. Taylor leans down to brush their lips together slow and sweet, cheek tipping into Locus' hand. ] I meant it though.

[agnominal]

As did I.

[ With another soft sound he lingers here, taking in that silent promise between the two of them before patting his side lightly. ]

Come. We should clean up. Food should likely be in order.

[goddamngrenades]

Right, waffles.

[ He'd promised and he means to deliver, even if peeling away is a little uncomfortable. ]

[agnominal]

[ He keeps his eye on his movements, to see if he requires assistance. After a time, he moves after him anyway, aware of his own aches even as he slips from the bed to follow.

It's a good ache. He'll happily carry this with him. ]

[goddamngrenades]

[ There's a twinge as he rolls off and pulls away from Locus entirely- like he expected? He's going to be feeling this for awhile. Even getting to his feet is gonna take a moment, legs still a little shaky.

He levers himself up and curls his fingers around Locus' wrist, tugging him in the direction of the bathroom. Regular quarters? Use sonics. This house? Has a goddamn hottub. ]