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LOCUS ([personal profile] agnominal) wrote in [community profile] anothercontinuity2016-05-20 11:54 am

Red vs Blue Voicetesting Thread



Anything goes. Leave prompts, pictures, songs, or starters. Cross-canon, AUs, and everything else is a go.
goddamngrenades: (i might be dead)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-09 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
One day he'll get his shit together enough to say it. One day. He'll say it, he'll say it first and mean it but- he can't quite get it past the knot in his throat yet. For now he takes that smile as answer enough, tilting his face into Sam's hand. He knows. Taylor knows he knows and that's good enough.

No one and nothing can take this from them.

"It's dumb. I'm...so damn sure that when I say it things will go to shit." It always did in the past. Pattern recognition is a thing, even if it isn't an entirely reasonable thing.
goddamngrenades: (kiss kiss)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-09 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
"I feel like I should." Delta doesn't get it. They are both aware of the sentiment but- feelings don't make sense all the time. Here it is all the same, that warmth, that affection, that honest assessment.

But they both feel what they feel. And know it to be true. That should be enough.

That is enough.

York lifts a hand to curl around the back of Sam's neck and pulls him into a slow, sweet kiss. All gentle affection, all the emotion he can pour in safely.
goddamngrenades: (this has got to die)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-09 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
Only Delta knows how York tends to frame how he views his life and his relationships, such as they are- the way he sees the world and tries to work out the best course of action at any given moment. For Sam to reach out and pick those words out of his mind-

D must've said something forever ago.

He can't find it in him to care, too pleased and too relieved to hear it. Voice low in the space between them, he murmurs against Sam's lips. "It's a constant as long as I can help it."
goddamngrenades: (and we shot)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-09 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
Like always he yields, lips parting, head tipping back, eyes slipping closed to feel the warmth and weight of Sam's mouth against his. The slow glide of his tongue twisting out a faint shiver as always. Even if he's fucked out. The spirit is willing- the body? Sore.

"Yeah we are." He smirks, slowly sitting up and pulling Sam with him. "I think that was the first time I'd ever heard you curse. Ever."
goddamngrenades: (cuz i am lately lonely)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-09 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't think swearing under duress counts against you." He leans up to kiss Sam's cheek. Whatever made him not is still some kind of relevant and not something he's gonna mock. Even if it was crazy hot. "You're in the clear. No harm, no foul."
goddamngrenades: (i'm lost)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-09 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Taylor leans over to kiss the cap of Sam's shoulder before rolling out of bed. Okay. Everything's a little sore and he's pretty sure he's gone and chafed himself- but it'd been worth it.

Hand in hand he hauls himself off the bed and grunts, stumbling in the direction of the bathroom. "Shower, scalding. I cannot believe I fucked you for an hour."
goddamngrenades: (and we died anyway)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-09 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Not on this end of things." Shower, water as hot as it can get and for once? He's not gonna bitch about it. "I had this woman I'd see on leave now and then and she had a fucking machine she'd strap me into, just to see how long I could take it. With lube reapplication and water breaks? I made it to an hour before calling mercy."

So. It seemed reasonable enough to promise the same.

"Couldn't think straight for a whole damn night."
goddamngrenades: (hey gurl hey)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-09 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
"You were fucking beautiful, Lobo." He leans against Sam, nosing into his shoulder before peeling off to find the shampoo. It's. Somewhere. Getting him strung out like that, taking him, watching him crack apart over and over-

It'd been amazing.

"With a machine? Fuck no. With you?" There it is- he snags the bottle and pours a measure into his hands, reaching up to start working it through Sam's hair. "Always."
goddamngrenades: (both keep me pinned)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-09 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Save it for a rainy day." Or a reward for after a particularly difficult mission, one of the two. Work's far from his mind, though, working his fingers against Sam's scalp in slow circles, rubbing out every shred of tension he finds.

Delta's being- contemplative and quiet, but that's nothing new. He'll worry about that later.
goddamngrenades: (it's easier to tease)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-09 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
"You earned it." Taking his hand, taking that, letting him eat him out afterward? Sam lets him get away with murder more or less- and maybe he should worry about that. Where the lines are, if there are lines-

But after their talk at Casbah? He's going to trust that if anything seems off, Sam will say.

Scalp to nape to shoulders to spine, following the knots and tense muscles as they appear, rubbing them out with clever fingers and the odd press of his elbow when they're particularly stubborn.
goddamngrenades: (Oh you)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-09 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Sore as fuck." But it'd been worth it. The chafing, the ache in his knees, the desert dry thirst still cutting through the back of his throat. He'll take care of himself later. Right now he's taking care of these knots and tense spots along Sam's shoulders and spine, working his way gently to his hips and ass. So damn red and raw, this skin, and he gives half a thought to some kind of lotion before satisfying himself with a feather light brushing of his hands over the skin, cleaning him off delicately.

"Exhausted. I'll probably pass out first."
goddamngrenades: (fine i'm listening)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-09 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Good to hear." Taylor huffs a soft laugh, well pleased. Knowing that he didn't push too hard, that he didn't fuck up in the heat of the moment? Settles him. Not that he thinks Sam world let him without using his word, but- fears tend to be irrational.

He as to drop down with a wince to work on Sam's legs, frowning a little. "How are your thighs? Any cramps?"
goddamngrenades: (i'm cute tho)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-09 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I want to." He peers back up with a smirk, squeezing Sam's hips. "I'll take a hot soak in the morning."

Of course he's feeling it, but taking care of Sam is priority one. He'll worry about himself tomorrow. Even if he winces when he stands. "Come on. The beds calling."

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