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[goddamngrenades]

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action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

[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.

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

[ 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. ]

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

[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.]

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

[ 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. ]

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

[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.]

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

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. ]

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

[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.]

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

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. ]

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

[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.]

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

[ 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?

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

[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.]

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

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. ]

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

[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.]

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

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

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

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.]

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

[ 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. ]

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

[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.]

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

[ 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. ]

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

[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.]

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

[ on the one hand: Not as sexy as he'd hoped.

On the other: Hearing Delta laugh is wonderful. Hearing him giggle? Makes him snort a laugh into Delta's back as he repeats the motion once, twice, before moving on with a dragging bite over the subtle curve of his hip.

Sexy. Has to make this sexy again. One hand slides up Delta's thigh to cradle his balls, squeezing them gently. ]

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

[Okay, yes, that's much more on track. Having his balls handled is odd - they're not quite as sensitive as the surrounding area, yet in a way it's even more erotic because they're most definitely grouped in with the penis as the forbidden genital region. They're still sensitive enough, though, and the odd squishy feeling transitions easily enough into a sexy one as York plays with them and teases the surrounding area, here and there making a gesture that has Delta thrusting his hips down and moaning into the pillow. Definitely not ticklish here.]

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

[ There we go. That's much better. Less tickle, more tingle. He teases his fingers forward to stroke the base of Delta's cock, nipping at the small of his back. A thought occurs and as integrated as they are right now it sings right across the feed. Memories of him and men, women, mouth working over skin between legs, how they arched and writhed, cunnilingus and analingus are supplied in name as well remembered demonstrations. A suggestion, perhaps, as he busies himself with rubbing his thumb behind Delta's balls and pressing up against his perineum. ]

Lemme hear you D. That good?

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

Mmph. [Which means yes, this is good, please continue in my-mouth-is-against-the-pilow language. Part of the thrill is not knowing exactly where York is going to touch next, despire some bit of warning from their link. Would he like for York to try licking him around there?

Yes, he decides, and sends that back explicitly. This is about deciding what he does and doesn't like, and something like rimming is beastly difficult to test on one's own.

Even so, he's not quite sure until York's hands are up against his buttocks, parting them and stroking the insides, running a finger down the line and masssaging a little at his anus, and oh he wasn't expecting that warm tongue to feel good there. He lets out a cry, twsting enough that it's unmuffled by the pillow because god does York know what he's doing down there.]

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

[ It hasn't been as long since he's last eaten someone out, the memories are still as fresh and easy as the last time. He holds Delta's hips still as he works his tongue up against the tight ring of muscle, working it around in flickering strokes. Bit by bit he works the tip inside, getting Delta warmed up for later. He's not sure what later is going to consist of just yet, but anything that gets him squirming and rolling against the bed is probably what he should be aiming for.

Once he's gotten Delta nice and wet he leans back to blow across the spit slick skin, gauging D's reaction through the feed. ]

All green?

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

[This is one of those situations where the practical application of a skill is far more instructive than simply watching a demonstration of it. How, he'd always wondered, was this something people enjoyed?

With York's hot breath against him and the gentle yet firm prodding of his tongue and the final chill of that last breath, and damned if he isn't indeed squirming against the bed.]

Yes. I like this very much.

[Maybe he should just stick to non-vocal for now. It's much easier to form words, especially since those words can be wrapped around an echo of the sensations he's feeling right now, in case York needs proof that he is in fact good. Not that these sensations are anything new to York, of course, but to Delta it's fresh, new, tinged with just a little bit of wonder that something can feel this good</>.]