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[Delta's not so certain of that, not at all. They need to prevent this in the future.

...Okay, yes, he'd known that memory rewrites were a thing here, but now it's personal. The stream of numbers falters for a few moments before he focuses, repeating calculations he's done thousands of times before. The one thing they can't change is math, he knows that with an absolute certaintly, so he's clinging to that.]

They won't take you away from me.

[ The sudden stutter and stop is- different. Delta usually doesn't quit until he's worked out the equation all the way to the end but-

It's not there. Not for long, anyway. It starts up again, twice as fast and twice as determined. ]

It's a coding thing. We get you a way to work on the software, you can crack the code and fix it. I know you can.

[That, if nothing else, should show how very disturbed Delta is about this. Yes, of course it's coming on top of a very long few days. Yes, he's also displaying physical signs, like curling up in a tense little ball, but York can help with that much, and if Delta tries to focus just on that whle running the equations, it's not so bad.

It's still bad, just not as bad.]

You truly believe that, even though their resources are greater?

Of course I do. They don't have you.

[ Delta, when he's in the zone? Can crank through anything given time and patience. The trick is getting him to a place where he's got both. That's a question of getting him relaxed enough to sleep now and York has a handful of vague ideas all centered around massaging his ribs and matching his breath. ]

We get you rested up, get Loki calmed down and then Team Green can knock it out.

[Okay, that at least gets a small smile out of him. So he'd let that name slip, had he?]

I admit the name makes more sense if he does in fact wear green.

[Keep thinking of equations until his emotions are calmed. Keep focusing on York's physical ministrations until he's calm physically. It will probably work - like Delta with a problem, York only needs time and patience.]

He does. He wears it really well.

[ Bit by bit Delta seems to unknot. There's still a tension he can't quite banish thrumming through him- both of them. Post op hormones running wild. Even if Delta wasn't in the field with him he needs rest and-

It couldn't hurt, could it? He sends a little mental nudge to D, a flicker flash of his mouth on Delta's neck, his hands on bare skin, just to see how it'd be received. ]

[He is relaxing more, little by little, and York is helping quite a lot with that. And, well, given that it's York, the next suggestion probably shouldn't surprise him--and yet it does, enough to let him stop the equations after finishing only a small part. And yet--despite what had happened between them on Solstice, nothing else had since. He knew he hadn't imagined it, but then, they hadn't really talked about it either so Delta had assumed it was a fluke, a one-time special occasion.

It would, he admits in the split second before responding emphatically in the positive, provide a welcome distraction.]

Please.

[ That please is all he needs, nosing against Delta's neck to kiss just under his jaw. This will be good for both of them. Delta has been- while not emphatically off limits something he needed to roll around in his head. As a regular thing? probably not going to happen. But now and then when they're both so wound up and need it-

Then it's fine. Maybe. If they had to make rules.

His hands slide from rubbing at his ribs to his chest, smoothing over narrow pectorals, thumbs smoothing over his nipples. Bring him up slow, bring him up easy. ]

[All other considerations aside--and, frankly, there are a lot of other considerations, most of which have to do with his rather guilty dependence on York in the first place--how is he supposed to complete his homework assignment of discovering his own preferences without any help from anyone else? This--

Delta sighs as York's movements begin to go from mere comforting gestures into something a little difference. If he can try not to think for a little while, maybe he'll be able to relax enough to sleep. And if there's a better way to stop thinking for a little while, well, this one at least has the benefit of being immediate and useful.]

[ They'll have to set a time aside for Delta. An hour alone with porn and lotion or. Something. Right now that's not important. Getting him to stop thinking, shutting off that line of equations and code in the back of his mind? That's the goal.

Exhausted but sober he's less fumbling and far, far more sure. He keeps his touch light until Delta's panting, arching, before pinching and twisting them into proper, full on pink firmness. ]

[And it's not even the lines of code, the mathematical equations, that are the problem--it's whats causing them to be necessary that's the problem, and Delta gladly throws himself into sensation to try and rid himself of it. There's a different thrill this time than before, not being high on alcohol and party atmosphere and warm from the sauna (a mental image Delta catches before it slips away, and the memory of York arching and whimpering under his own touch makes him squirm just a little). This is their own house, their own bed--and with that thought comes the need to be quiet, not that the others haven't already collapsed from the long day. He digs his fingers into the sheets as York's touch goes from light to firm, pinching for that little bit of pain to mix in with the pleasure. Yes, his mind says, echoed softly by his voice, his legs beginning to rub up a little against York's. Not twining them together, just that little extra bit of friction, of contact, of responding in a nonverbal way.]

I've had this room soundproofed for months.

[ He sends along, nipping at the side of Delta's neck. Remembering everything that had him shuddering before. The toy- he doesn't have that now. Just his hands and his mouth and his mind, but that's plenty with how they're twined so tightly together. He remembers vividly partners he'd had in the past. How they'd been writhing and gasping under his hands, under his tongue. Shoots those images along while he works him up slow and gentle.

One hand glides down Delta's sternum to rest flat against his abdomen, tugging up the hem of his shirt to pet at perfect, pale skin. ]

[Well. He should have assumed that, shouldn't he? Delta finds himself laughing somewhat breathlessly, keeping one hand tangledin the sheets but reaching up with the other to cup the side of York's head, fingers in his hair and palm against his cheek.]

That may be a very good thing.

[Is he asking York to make him moan? Maybe. All Delta knows for sure is that this is definitely heading in a direction he's liking.]

Mhmm.

[ One of his hands pulls free and lifts over Delta's shoulder so he could lean in and lick at his fingertips. The visual is there for D to consider if he wants, not that it's the most important part. What's important is tugging Delta's shirt up and getting those spit slick fingertips rolling along his chest, teasing at his nipples properly. There is some lubricant for the handjob in the nightstand that he'll reach for, but at the moment? Not important.

Getting Delta to whimper, that's important. ]

[The visual is most certainly there, and Delta swallows with a suddenly dry throat to consider it. He does have some idea what that tongue and those fingers can do, after all, and the thought that he'll be on the receiving end of it soon enough has his heart rate rapidly climbing.

Shirt divested, he's getting more into the spirit of it now, neatly banishing his previous thoughts and focusing on now, focusing on York's bulk above him, chest muscles tensing at the sudden chill of wet fingers and then beginning to moan encouragement as York gets a proper grip on his stiff nipples. At this rate it won't be long at all before his pants feel a little too confined for comfort.]

[ Cool chest, warm lips, he bites down at Delta's shoulder and rolls his hips up, rocking against him while his hands work. Every twist seems to get another shudder, another sound. He considers it a challenge to see what all makes Delta squirm. Help him sort out what he likes.

In addition to the homework.

Edges of his nails, pads of his fingers, a firm press with the flat of his thumb, working them over until they're pink and swollen. Only then does he let a hand slide down to tease at the skin under Delta's navel. ]

Lose the pants?

[And to think, there are those who don't like homework assignments. This one does have a while before the final paper is due, but preliminary research is beneficial in a number of ways.]

Yes--ah, just a moment-- [He does have some dexterity still intact, luckily, or this would be a little more difficult. As it is, there's only a bit of jerky squirming involved until his pants and boxers are discarded, revealing a nice, healthy boner underneath. If there's one thing to be said for a mental feedback loop, it's that Delta gets turned on almost as much by York's thoughts and intentions as he does by the physical act itself.]

What haven't we tried yet?

[ Okay that list is long. REALLY long. He meant by way of erogenous zones, really. They've covered the basics but there are other options. His hands skate along Delta's ribs and curl along the line of his waist, teasing at his hips, stroking the inside of his thighs. A lot of nerves to play with, here, a lot of ways to drive someone to distraction. He would know. Delta's had hands on him and a mouth on him and that was particularly informative; he's pretty sure. ]

[Delta shakes with a bit of laughter at the question, glad he can snag the clarification from York's mind. There is an awful lot he hasn't had the chance to try yet.]

There, yes. You--ah-- [York is really unfairly good with his hands, but then, what does he really expect?] There or on my back. [They hadn't really done anything with his back at all.]

Back? Mmmkay. [ He drops a kiss to Delta's shoulder. ] Scoot and roll over. Let's check out your back.

Acknowledged.

[Careful of his erection as he rolls over, Delta finds himself propped up by his arms on the pillow and presenting his backside to York. He's starting to develop a little musculature there, not entirely skin and bones anymore, but mostly he's curious how not being able to see York as he moves around will make a difference.]

[ York loses his shirt while he's at it and settles behind Delta, massaging the span of his shoulders to start. The ports are- anyone that didn't have a body before it's a little strange, but the reminder that Detla's something mechanized just a bit actually helps him. This body was made fresh and it shows in how it's slim and lithe and without bruises, scars, or freckles. He starts slow, dropping a kiss to the nape of Delta's neck, breathing against that topmost port before working his way down. Hands before lips he slides and pets and teases from nape to hips. The only time he lingers is when they find something that has Delta shivering or writhing. ]

[It's like and unlike the chaste backrub he'd had before, the thought momentarily distracting him from york's ministrations. Were his memories of that backrub, the one from Loki, even accurate? No, no, he's not supposed to be thinking about it. Delta buries his head in the pillow and concentrates until he can almost see through York's cybernetic eye to his own back, feeling the feedback between them, and most of all feeling that sharp emotion from York that's a combination of protectiveness, an almost desperate desire to see Delta reacting like this, and even pride at his own skill. Relaxing, comfortable, and yet more and more aroused, he does begin reacting in earnest about halfway down his back. By the time York gets down to his hips, he's grinding down into the mattress in response.]

[ Delta's been through so much of the rough stuff back home and not had too much of the good parts of being human. Maybe it's a little possessive of him to want to make sure his sexual experiences are all positive and mind blowing. But he can't make himself care. Delta deserves this kind of consideration, this kind of focus.

He grows more and more amused the more D starts to respond, nipping lightly at the skin of his hip. He's never- he's heard of using the lowest port without tools and, idly, licks the rim. There's nothing sharp inside just the soft brush of wires and it tastes much like licking a battery. Gives him a little jolt that makes him jerk back until it registers as intense rather than painful. ]

[York's been doing a lot for him, to let him experience the better side of being human, and despite a few occasions of overprotectiveness it's overall been very good for him. Like now.

Licking his lower port is--he's not sure what it is, but the squirm that comes out of it probably isn't exactly what York's going for. Delta tenses up in an unexpected way and starts giggling.

Ticklish. That's the sensation.]

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