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We still good?

[ Not entirely unlike picking a lock, working away to find what he needs to make this work. He slides and curls his finger, pressing until he's sure he's found that- ah. There it is. ]

D, meet your prostate.

Yes.

[He has a moment to spare the thought that York poking around in his ass is a little bit absurd, but then--oh. Nice to make your acquaintence, there, prostate. Delta gasps and arches up, inadvertently (maybe) pressing back into York's touch. That's why men do this.

His understanding of the matter is much more clear now.]

Some people like this, some people find it too intense. Seems like you like it just fine, though.

[ He shouldn't be so smug, but it's hard not to with how Delta goes tight and tense, rolling down against his finger. He keeps it to just that. No need for a second when one's doing the job just as well. ]

Got you a giftcard for christmas to one of the better sex shops in district 1. I'll take you there sometime and you can pick out a few things to help with your education.

[Does York expect him to respond to that? Verbally? Yes, of course, he'll make great use of the gift card some time when he's not getting his mind blown by some simple fingering. He definitely likes this well enough, so much that he sends over the nonverbal garbled please and yes and echoes back to York just how good this is feeeling and he's doing an excellent job and can Delta finish up now?]

I got you buddy.

[ Yes, Delta can. One finger rubbing in tight, hard circles inside and his other hand curled tight around Delta's cock he works him through his orgasm as quick and dirty as humanly possible. Just so there's no more of this uncomfortable lingering, this hovering on the precipice.

That's for the advanced course. Or the super advanced. He doesn't worry about himself at all, hell bent on getting Delta off. ]

[With minimal shifting so York can work without impediment, Delta finishes quickly and lays back, panting and drained and grinning like an idiot. That was certainly a successful diversion. Once he's wound down enough to move without feeling like his limbs are made of lead, he curls up against York again and focuses, waiting for his breathing and heart rate to equalize again.]

Thank you.

[Hardly more than a whisper, but he knows York will hear it.]

[ York pulls his hands away, wiping them clean once Delta's done. He's not as worked up as Delta was and it's easier for him to ignore this shit than it is D. He curls up close once they're settled and it's easy to breathe, petting a hand through his hair. ]

Get some rest, bud. We'll work on the rest in the morning.

[He has a feeling that once he winds down from this he'll be out like a rock, so. One more burst of pure good-feeling over the link and Delta just focuses on synchronizing his breathing with York's, dropping off eventually into a welcome, dreamless sleep.]

Have a box of cupcakes, York. 18 of them, each a different flavor and beautifully decorated. And enclosed is a note that reads: Find the good one if you ever want cake again.

17 of the cupcakes have been made with salt instead of sugar. Enjoy.

[concurrent with this]

York, give me a good fucking reason to not throw this fucking moron into the volcano like a sacrificial goat because I am this fucking close.

[She might have really, really pissed him off. He's just double checking with other people because he knows that something weird is going on with emotions and moods these days.]

Cuz that's not how she was on the op to get you out. She was quiet, she was careful, and she fucking checked her trackers and corners before busting out the goddamn shotgun.

This isn't right. I don't know what's crawled into her ports and died but that is not the same woman I ran an op with.

...you're sure?

Motherfucking shit.

I can get you the logs from the job if you need, we were recording everything, but I'm sure.

Dude, what's going on?

Shit shit shit.

Fucking coincidences. How many fucking coincidences, York?

Twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern. We are past pattern stage dude. What. Is. It?

Has he started talking to you yet?

Edited 2014-10-06 03:24 (UTC)

[ He? No. Nothing. He's been- he's been fine. Frustrated with his fellow freelancers, sure, but he hasn't heard anyone. All he's got in his head is Delta.

Right?

Right. ]

He who?

The guy that got me to try to cut out my own port.

Only he won't sound like him. He'll sound like someone else you know.

Only person in my head is Delta. And not even much as of late at that.

D's fine too, so far.

Anything changes, you tell one of us immediately.

Dude you're scaring me. Is this the thing that made you do the stuff?

Still not sure.

But there's too many fucking coincidences.

Fuck. Fucking fuck. Okay.

Think about how many people who know who have been uncharacteristically cranky.

North, Malcolm, Delta, Carolina, Tex. And that's just the ones I know.

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