anothercontinuity | Red vs Blue Voicetesting Thread

"Yes." Not a lick of shame in him as he considers what hes learned, what work's well for Locus. Finding that smooth node inside of Locus takes a moment but he curls his finger slick and deep to press upward slowly, gradually. "I would think...I would wonder how you would taste. How you would feel. What I could do to make your eyes flash like they do when you look at Taylor."

Just that single press and Locus shudders hard, mouth opening on a wide 'o', though what escapes is a strangled breath. Still. Delta has the whole of him bound up around a single finger in that moment, every limb tense as he arches towards him, towards the resonating echoes of pleasure that follow.

"I..." He takes a breath, swallows, and opens his eyes once more, now a little darker than before. "I think you're doing well, on that count."

"I have wondered...what it would be like to be in this position with you." Over him, hand in him, finger gliding over that spot slowly as he adds a second to the tight clench of his body. "My mental simulations fail to compare to the reality."

Locus is...so much more than he could have calculated. The warmth the clench in his chest, the curl of his lips around every soft sound. "I am more pleased that you are pleased than I am at doing this well or being correct. It is- unusual for me not to care how well I'm doing."

"It's not the point, in this..."

Another brush against that nerve center, another shudder as Locus hums, back arching off the sheets. One hand reaches for Delta, just to have something to hold onto. A wrist, a knee, a thigh, anything at all to help him steady himself.

"It's feeling what the other person does. And I want to feel what you do."

Another flex of his hips, and this time? He squeezes down around those fingers on purpose.

"I want to know how you feel when you're inside me."

A shoulder, fair and faintly scarred as is most of York's skin, as is most of Locus'. Soldiers both and the strength in them is just as enticing as their fragility, their delicacy. How sweetly Locus rolls up to meet him- Delta turns his head to brush his lips against the inside of Locus' wrist before sucking the head of his cock, a reward for that tightened clasp of his body.

Between his thighs Delta's cock twitches, an unusual sensation but definitely one of approval. Two fingers sliding slick and slow and he can't help but imagine exactly what Locus describes. "Overwhelmed in theory."

"Theory is...one thing..."

Words start to falter as he lets himself fall into the sway of those steadily pumping fingers, in and out, drawing a low sound of approval as Delta mouths around the head of his cock. He'd certainly never think of himself as fragile or delicate, but an AI would see everything. Every detail, every potential weakness. They are meant to analyze.

Which just makes him that much more curious what Delta sees through his eyes.

Practical application is- He need to take care so they can get to that point. Does take care, handling Locus with all due consideration, every variation on stimulation that he'd observed to this point coming into play. A drag of teeth, a swipe of tongue, a slow curl of his fingers as he eases a third within, stretching him with slow strokes. Working his body open as he loses a little time to chasing the taste of him.

Bitter and musky and salty and human. Innate and entirely unique, a million moments of weight and texture to analyze and compile all rolled up in that shade of beautiful, all but glowing green.

There was never a doubt that Delta would take care of him. This wouldn't be happening without that complete and utter sense of trust, and it's that trust that lets him lean into it. Lets him close his eyes for a moment and simply allow himself to feel, letting his hips ride back in slow, shallow rocks against Delta's fingers, slowly fucking himself on them.

Except 'fuck' seems almost too crass a word for this...exploration happening.

Three till the slow thrusts become easy, until Locus' body rolls down with as little resistance as possible, until each rock of his hips backward distracts Delta long enough to pull back and watch him chase the sensation a little-

The words York would use would be 'um...hot'. A succinct summary of the sudden flush of arousal that rolls through Delta's system, eyes flicking from where his fingers vanish into Locus' body, the leaking head of his cock, and Locus' face. Now? Now. He drops a kiss to the inside of Locus' thigh and slides close, slotting into place as he guides his cock into position. "Are you ready?"

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