anothercontinuity | Red vs Blue Voicetesting Thread

"I said an hour-" Voice low and scraped raw, five kinds of ragged and strained but he's nowhere near done. Much as he wants exactly what Felix is saying, much as he needs to bury himself deep and let go- he meant what he said. He's not giving up that last inch till Felix and Sam are both begging with everything they've got.

All golden orange means Felix is deep in the wetwork and that's as much incentive as any to shudder through that drag and clasp as he shifts the path of his hands. From thighs to hips to chest he squeezes one of Sam's nipples between his fingers, rolling the puffed, stiff point as he shifts his angle of thrust just enough to grind up against Sam's prostate.

Maybe he'll get them to come one more time before the hours up. Maybe two. "And I meant an hour-"

"Shit. Son of a bitch..."

Felix is cursing up a storm, and Sam's expression twists with him, eyes rolling back as they both shudder hard and buck, hips slamming up hard enough to earn a very audible smack of skin to skin. Once that heavy wave of warmth and mind-numbing pleasure subsides, Felix darts a tongue over his lips, reaching down between them to curl a hand around Sam's cock, though whether to bring them both off or stave them off is anyone's guess.

"What was that?" It's hard to be smug but damn if he doesn't try, skating the next grind right along that swollen, crackling gland inside of Sam. So much time left on the clock and he's gotta hold out. Focus on equations, on variables, on the sound of Sam's voice echoing through the room, the taste of his sweat on his tongue-

"Slower?" Cuz he can go slower. Will go slower.

"Fucking asshole, don't you do it."

Locus's teeth grind together as Felix works a hand over his cock, trying to set a pace of his own, stealing just enough pleasure to bolster those sharp crackles of pleasure setting them both alight with each push, each thrust. Trying in vain to push them both over the edge at least once, to find some measure of relief.

And maybe squeeze some of York's composure loose in the meanwhile.

"Slower it is." Agonizing as that is- he adjusts. Slows into deep, hard snaps of his hips that take for fucking ever to finish, that have the muscles in his back trembling and twitching under the strain- but he does it. Smirks into sam's skin and keeps it slow, keeps it just shy of anywhere that'd be real good. "What's wrong, slim? Too hot for you?"

"More like boring me out of my skull. Come on."

Alright, if York was going to be a dick, he'd move to compensate. Continue squeezing and stroking along Locus's cock the way he knows he likes it. Thumbnail grazing up the center, flicking near the leaking tip, just to hear the way he moans. It's a breathy, broken noise.

And it's perfect. He'll get him off just fine, like this. He knows how.

The skin under York's bad eye twitches, Delta echoing his irritation. Balls deep in a guy and he's being a little shit. Shutting someone like this up takes precedent over his desire to last forever- Delta doubles down on distracting equations while York hooks that other long thigh over his shoulder- bends Sam and Felix double, and rails in, grinding against his prostate. They wanna come again? Fine. They'll come again.

And again.

And again.

Till he's satisfied.

If he meant to shut him up, he had the right of it. There's a spark of orange as Locus's eyes widen, sweat trickling down his temple as everything peaks, driving relentlessly now towards a breaking point, and there's no stopping. No breath between, just the steady pumping at his cock as a counterpoint to that wash of heat, that punch of air out of his lungs, over and over and over again.

Those moans turn louder, desperate. Almost pleading. Felix is silent, reveling in the feel of it and drinking it in, the closer and closer they push, until...

Like a thundercrack, it hits. Locus jerks and cries out, spilling over his own fingers and belly in static spurts, thighs trembling where they rest against York's shoulders.

It takes some creative cheating that will bite him in the ass later to keep from losing it right along with Locus. Watching him break, hearing his voice shatter apart like that is always the first step to his own undoing. All that heat banked and roiling in his gut, scraping along under his skin- it needs an outlet. Demands it. Anymore sensation would snap the hair thin thread holding him back-

So Delta removes the stimulation. Rendering him half numb is fucking startling, not entirely unlike a bucket of cold water dumped all over his nerves from the inside out- but he stays hard.

Stays determined as he keeps snapping his hips down over and over, eye locked on Sam's face. "We're nowhere near done yet, Lobo, you better be ready-"

His head dips, his teeth dig into Sam's skin, biting in a fresh bruise. "You too Isaac. I'm not done with you."

Release had been sweet. Even now it rolls through him, a warm haze through which he can still feel Taylor moving, fucking, spreading him open and digging in with fingers and teeth, and despite being wrung dry he lifts his hips. Drives himself back onto that invading length, squeezes tight, unaware that Delta's rendered his efforts all but useless.

"Gonna make him scream again? Gotta say, if I didn't know you were fucking cheating, I'd be impressed." One hand spreads, swipes across Locus's belly before bringing sticky-slick fingers up to his mouth.

Might not be feeling as much, but there's still the sight of Felix inside of Locus, licking those fingers clean with downright pornographic levels of dedication, thorough swipes of his tongue and sucking around those fingertips.

"I'm only human-" And they've both seen Sam strung out like this. Well. Maybe not LIKE this but they've both fucked him, held him, been pinned by him. Holding off would've been fucking impossible but he's keeping to his damn promise because Sam? Wanted it. That timer keeps clicking down and York keeps grinding in, pausing only long enough to add another slick squirt of lube so neither of them chafes before driving back in deep and hard.

Don't look, don't look- but it's impossible to not. Even unable to feel his rhythm stutters. stalls as he tries to hitch those thighs further apart, tries to regain ground lost by watching Felix just-

Fellate Sam's fingers like it's nothing.

All while staring right up at him, the orange glow disappearing briefly under lowered eyelids when he gives a hum around two fingers, tongue lapping out around them. And there's a faint curl to his lips when he feels him stutter, when he knows he's watching and feeling the strain.

But then those lips pop off with the barest string of saliva, rounding into an 'o' as those thrusts start to wear. That sensitivity is starting to tip, to take a rougher edge. Even with all the lube it still feels like too much, pounding away against nerves already raw and crackling.

D, t minus what- The angle shifts, slides, settles in shallow and as far from Sam's prostate as he can swing. Give him a break. Give them both a break cuz that numbness isn't working when the stimuli is visual and if D thinks he can render york blind to this-

Well he's not entirely wrong but that's not the best idea at the moment.

"C'mon-" Slowing to spare them both that raw edged crackling of over-stimulation, that throbbing ache where sweet went sour. "Keep breath'n. Not done-"

Time on the clock and this is fucking impossible, why'd he say he'd do this for a whole damn HOUR? Why?

Oh, he's breathing. Great gasps for air that relax only slightly when that rhythm mercifully eases, and Locus turns his face, trying to conceal the fact that his eyes had started to water.

But a moment later Felix has hold of him again. His gaze shifts up, and his hands reach, tugging York down to run his tongue across his lower lip, nipping encouragingly.

"Neither are we. Not by a long shot. Watch. I'll get him back up again...and then we're gonna pull you down with us," Felix promises, his stare intent.

"Bring it, string-bean." None of the bite- he's too breathless. Too wound up, most of his mind a staticked haze of sensation and visual stimuli, whole body trembling with each thrust. It feels like a fucking eternity- but he keeps on. Reapplies lube as needed. Sucks on Felix's tongue when it's offered like it'll distract him from this overwhelming heat.

For a few seconds it does. Slick and filthy and sharp he loses a little time just thrusting his tongue into Sam's mouth, pulling away to breathe. Up again. Up and dragged right back down and god-

He'll have to make it last. Have to. "I can- I can do this all day-"

"Do what? Tell me..."

Felix sounds more than a little ragged, less antagnoistic than goading, wanting more, wanting that last little bit. And he'll do what it takes to get it, too. Flirting his fingers across Locus's length until it starts to stir again, urging him to firm up in his grasp while he tongues the inside of York's mouth.

That bitter taste is still on his lips, too.

"Fuck you till-" Christ. Till what? What'd he say? "Till your hologram fizzles out. Till you can't think straight-"

He says, well on the way to that his own damn self. Hard to breathe, hard to hold, hard to keep track of limbs and time and anything more complicated than base, animal rutting in and in and in over and over while he licks that taste from Felix's mouth. The intimately familiar salty tang of Sam's come sliding along their lips hooks in deep and it doesn't matter how much of his senses Delta tries to dull or remove to keep them going- he's on his last legs here.

"Yeah, but you're gonna ruin poor Loc before that happens. Look at him. Got him all stretched out...panting and moaning for you."

It's true. Locus is a ragged mess, holding together by the seams and squirming, thrusting back against him, fingers digging across Taylor's scalp as that wire-thin thread stretches to the breaking point yet again.

And save jumping off the neural lace, Felix is going to get the full brunt of it. He licks Locus's lips, pushing just as hard, heels digging against his shoulder blades.

"Gonna make your lobo howl? Come on, just fucking do it already!"

Delta-

Sufficient time has passed, finish this. So he can go back to not being so present in the proceedings, thank you. This isn't- it's fascinating but it isn't how he would do things if he were to dip his toes into it.

York lets Delta fall back, lets everythign slam into him as he slams home. Hard, deep, ragged- just shy of the hour, maybe, but at this point he doesn't care. He's got Sam spread out and desperate for him, he's got fire in his veins and burning through his spine aching for a point of release and his whole world snarls and tangles in the snap of his hips slick and obscene. The slap of skin to skin, the ragged rasp of their breath as he leans down to bite the side of Sam's throat.

Make him howl. Make him shatter so he can fucking follow."

There it is. It makes a difference, Felix thinks, when Taylor's in the process of falling apart too. That sweet, staggered desperation as he clutches and thrusts and bites, that's what he's been after.

Locus, meanwhile, is already in pieces, barely held together, and at that bite everything bursts and falls away all over again. The pain centers him and he arches into him, a noise like a wounded animal falling free as he spasms, hard. Wraps his arms tightly around Taylor and rides that lightning strike out, and just like a lightning strike it has that glow in his eyes stuttering.

It's so much, too much to process in one go. For either of them. But he doesn't let go.

Desperately driven, frantic, falling. Letting go of the last scraps of his composure to crawl as deep into Sam's skin as this allows and slamming home. Burying himself deep as all that tension snaps and heat rockets through him, scraping his nerves raw on the way out. An hour. Nearly an hour and he's outside of his goddamn mind, hands tight against sweat slick thighs, eyes closed, mouth working against Sam's throat as he locks up tight.

Shudders apart and damn near collapses on top of Sam while he waits for the world to fade back in from where it'd cracked apart around them. Hitched, heavy breaths catch in his throat while his heart slows from manic rush to a solid baseline of 'fucked out'.

So. So damn fucked out.

Slick, sweaty, sticky inside and out, and yet he can't be bothered to move. To do anything but feel the echoes of pleasure pinging his nerve endings again and again, ghosting over his skin as he recalls them. Dark hair sticks damply to his skin as he turns, slipping his legs free if only to settle into a position a little more comfortable, a little easier to wind around Taylor and settle in close.

As much a mess as they are right now, all he wants to do is bask in the hum, the warmth, resting his chin atop Taylor's head and pulling him in. His heart's still racing, thrumming so loudly in his ears he doubts he could hear anything else.

And Felix is mercifully silent.

Two impossible things down, one to go. If he can make himself move. If he can bear to peel himself out of Sam's embrace to slither down far enough to get to number three. Maybe in a little while when he's done panting against his skin. Coming down from that manic high is difficult but- damn well worth it. Just so he can focus enough to turn his head and press his lips against Sam's pulse.

Felix silent. Fizzled out for the moment and all this beautiful skin a sweaty ruin cuz of him. Hot damn.

Everything throbs, everything aches, but it's the best ache in the world. Some of it gnaws and crackles and some of it has already melted into a warm wave that laps over his senses, and he gives a pleased hum when those lips slide across his pulse.

It all still feels hypersensitive, even now. The air, the feel of skin on skin, all of it, and that could be why Felix hasn't piped up yet. Going from feeling nothing to feeling this much, and not regulating it? It's no wonder he popped.

Meanwhile, Locus is content to hold and be held, to nuzzle quietly into the crown of Taylor's head and inhale deeply. That. That had been.

That isn't over yet. Just. Give him a moment more to settle. To remember how to breathe, how to think, how to move. Little by little he unpeels, lips and tongue working on a slow, inevitable path downwards. Licking up sweat and come and the warm tang of Sam's skin that's him and him alone.

He's a man of his word, he said. Fucked them double he did. Eating them out will be-

Comparatively lazy by comparison, as he settles between Sam's thighs, lips working at the join between leg and hip. Lazy little licks as he hooks his thumbs in to give himself enough room. When he gets to it.

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