Voicemail

[goddamngrenades]

You have reached the voice mail system of FOXTROT 12.

When you are finished recording, just hang up or press pound for more options.

To request a locksmith, press one.

To hear these options in Spanish, press dos.

To send a verbal confirmation of a written command, press three.

To send a written confirmation of a verbal command, press four.

For delivery options, press five.

To page this person, press six.

To locate your nearest operator, press seven.

To leave a call back number, press eight.

To repeat this message, press nine.

Press zero for other options.

To mark this message as urgent, press eleven.

Thank you for calling, have a nice day.

BEEP


Comments

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

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.]

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

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.

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

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.]

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

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.

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

[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?]

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

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. ]

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

[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.]

action; Day 138, late evening

[goddamngrenades]

[ 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.

action; Day 138, late evening

[alaspooryork]

[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.]