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[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.]

[ 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?

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.]

[ 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?

[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</>.]

[ What else, what else? What hasn't Delta experienced just yet that isn't full on screwing? York takes his time rolling that around in his head as he slips a hand under Delta to palm his cock properly, fingers teasing at the slid and stroking with a slight twist at the base to get him really whining. Things he'd enjoyed- things he's pretty sure Delta's enjoyed too. There is so much that can be done but he's not sure how much crosses the boundary of the basics. ]

Thoughts on slight penetration?

[ While popular it's not the end all and be all but some experience with it is probably expected. Dicks like going in holes, biological imperative, etc, etc, etc. He moves up to drop a kiss to Delta's shoulder, preferring to keep an eye on his expression if they do this. All Delta's call, really. There's a fragment of a memory, long fingers sliding and twisting inside him that may or may not be connected to Loki, that he sends along by way of example. ]

[Oh yes, York does know what he's doing with those hands of his, getting closer and closer with every stroke, every twist. He takes the question and the images together, considering. Would he like that? Well, he did like the tongue, so it may be worth a shot.]

Only slight, if that is acceptable.

[He's still not entirely certain he wants full penetration, not yet, but this should be a good test. He has to find what he likes. This should be a good indication of whether he wants to go any further in this particular direction.]

A finger? Just to see how you like it.

[ He has to roll away for a moment to stretch and grab the lubricant. It's the simple stuff, stuff he's tried to keep easy on Delta. Flavored and sensory extras in oil just for wanking is kind of class one after the basics. ]

Yes. Two at most for now.

[That should be all right, and he'll let York know if one isn't good, but he's going very slow, very gentle, and while the finger that teases into him is a strange sensation it's not unwelcome, and once he's used to the ide aof York fingering him he realxes enough to make it comfortable There. Yes, that's fine.]

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.]

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