anothercontinuity | Red vs Blue Voicetesting Thread

Not gonna be up to riding you for like, a day, probably two.

[ Which is a damn shame but there's a whole world of things they can and have gotten up to in the interim. For now Locus gets the slide of his palms and the nip of his teeth dragging down the curve of his ass. ]

But yeah. Lemme do this for you. Call it an apology.

Mmm. Is that what this is?

[ He doesn't need to apologize further. What needs to be said has been said, in more than one way, as the marks on York's ass would clearly state. That anger had been quenched, that sense of being lost tethered and anchored again.

But, he got what he wanted. Only fair to let York have the same. ]

Mmhmm.

[ He hadn't meant to scare Locus half so bad, hadn't meant to need backup in the first place. Locus might call them good but Taylor? Wants to make it up to him more than a little.

And get some of those soft, needy sounds out of him. It's been awhile, he misses them.

His hands slide down Locus' thighs and drag back up slow, nails digging in just enough to bite as he licks the sweat trailing from the small of Locus' back, following it o his ass. ]

[ He has a preoccupation with this, with making him make noise, urging him to talk, to engage in a way that isn't purely physical. That's a boundary he's pushed since day one, in fairness. Locus can't say he didn't know what he was getting into there.

And it's taken root. He doesn't feel quite as adrift anymore, not quite so isolated. Even one other person that he can connect to is enough, is more than he had. Is it any wonder he panicked at the thought of losing that so quickly after finding it?

There's a small breath taken as Taylor's tongue sweeps against his skin, eyelids lowering. ]

[ Communication is key in any partnership- but at the beginning? Taylor found his voice hot. Low and rumbly and deep, how the hell could he not? Now that he knows what he can drag out of him it's just that much more incentive to earn those sighs.

And he is pretty well incentivized, tongue laving slow and slick between Locus' cheeks, flickering over his hole in soft, teasting laps. Warming up the skin and loosening the muscle with a steady pace while his hands settle on his hips to hold him still. ]

[ The only problem with this position is that there's no way for him respond, save vocally. There's no way to touch, to look at him, nothing to do with his hands. Instinctively they fold back behind him, as though at parade rest, so Taylor can at least see when his fingers curl into his palm. Something other than the slight shortening of his breath when that warm tongue drifts over sensitive skin.

Relaxing is easy, like this. Just letting his mind settle, focusing solely on the movement of his mouth. ]

[ That might've been the point, really. Take away potential distractions, give him something to focus on. Even if Taylor does eventually spare a hand to slip up and curl around Locus', jaw working so he could press deeper, work his tongue in tight circles until he could finally press in. Just the tip to start, shallow little thrusts while Locus' body adjusts.

Something about doing this when Locus is sweaty and salty just- clenches in the gut. Makes it that much more raw and real. ]

[ A small huff of breath slips free, almost without sound, and Locus's head tips back as he lets his eyes slide shut entirely. It's so much different than a finger, the pressure different, the feel of that warm, wet tongue wiggling its way inside. It feels vulgar in a way that twists in his gut, curls his toes, but it's good. So good.

The least he can do is take another deep breath and train himself to relax further, to let him in as far as he wants. ]

[ He does get one good, slow thrust in before grunting and pulling back, teeth nipping at the curve of Locus' ass. ]

Spread your legs a little. Or a lot. Or bend over. Whatever you're feeling.

[ His hand maintains that slow glide up and down Locus' thigh, slipping around to tease the skin on the insides with a slow drag of his nails, a careless flick near the crease where thigh meets hip. ]

[ Another huff and his hands unlock, and despite the desire to stay rooted to the spot and letting Taylor continue to drag his nails over his skin, leaving those little pinpricks of sensation trailing down his thighs...

He steps over instead towards the bunk at the other end of the shuttle, with a backward glance. It'll be easier on both of them this way.

Settling onto his knees, he knows they're going to ache by the end of this. But the leverage of leaning over onto the bunk allows him to settle his weight off of them as much as possible, and it certainly gives Taylor a far better angle to get what he's after. ]

Goddamn.

[ Now there's a view. The long twist of Locus' spine, the broad expanse of his shoulders, that generous swell of ass and that look over his shoulder? That 'well, get on with it' look? Taylor takes a moment just to admire what he's got in front of him before slipping into place, hands sliding up to nude Locus' thighs apart just a tick. Just enough to give him room to lean in and really dip in, tongue thrusting in a firm point.

There it was- not the angle he's looking for but he's got room to work now, hands slipping from thighs to hook his thumbs in and spread Locus' cheeks that much wider, cracking his jaw that much farther to thrust his tongue that much deeper. To really start thrusting in filthy and slow. ]

[ Every time that phrase slips out, every time he catches Taylor giving him that look, it does something. Curls warm and deep. One day, maybe Taylor will tire of that awe, or Locus will become accustomed to it, but he hasn't. Not quite yet.

And then it's followed by what comes damn close to worship, the way he curls his tongue and strokes, the reverence with which he works him open and slides inside, and it is filthy, and wrong, and perfect.

Locus rests his head against folded arms and lets his legs spread further with a barely audible groan. ]

[ Earning that first one's the most difficult. Always. And it's always one of the most rewarding to pull out of Locus with tongue and lip and the slow drag of his nails on skin. Sure, he sacrifices depth and leverage to scrape welts along the inside of Locus' thighs but he gains momentum.

Gains a brighter spark of that heat that he urges along with faster, deeper thrusts of his tongue, with shallow flicks and his own encouraging groan. ]

[ It resonates, hums against his skin and catches under his ribs. Locus draws in a sharper breath, teeth gritting together as another low, strained sound slips free, despite the effort to rein it in. His fingers curl into his palms even tighter, and Taylor can undoubtedly feel the way his thighs tense under his hands. ]

[ Nuh-uh. Let him hear those. His nails dig in a little harder, scraping rough lines up the insides of Locus' thighs, hooking around to curl around his balls. Not tugging yet- just holding. The threat lingered. Not that it's much of a threat with how well Locus responds to it, how it punches the air out of his lungs.

Taylor is not at all above playing dirty here. ]

Nngh...

[ That gets a definite reaction. His shoulders hitch upwards, and what follows is wordless, but goddamn near wanton, low and needful as it drags out of his mouth. And the rest of him seems primed and attentive, more so than before, waiting to see if that threat gets carried out. ]

[ Anticipation is key- Taylor maintains that hold for awhile, busy thrusting his tongue in slow and deep, withdrawing only to flick the tip around the rim of his hole as he does start to pull back. Not the usual sharp yang this time. It's gradual, measured. Sustained.

Sharp works best and he'll get that- in a second. ]

[ The scope of focus narrows further, flitting between the faint, gentle licking and the growing tension, the stretch that pulled his whole body taut, breath coming shorter as a result. Taylor knew by now what felt good, what ached in just the right way.

And that's what this was. An ache. A need, reaching for something more and teased with the possibility. Locus's tongue ran briefly over his lips. ]

I told you...what I wanted...

[ True enough. Turnabout is fair play- only if he actually lays out what's going through his head.

Taylor pulls away and rests his cheek against the small of Locus' back, humming. What does he want? What does he want... ]

I wanna know what it takes to get you to beg. [ Even that first time with the edging, Locus hadn't. There'd been moments when he'd seemed close but- 'please' never came out of his mouth. ] And what I have to do to make you scream. Thoughts?

...I wouldn't know.

[ Not a boast, or meant to incite, but the honest truth. It's not something he thinks on, not something he knows to expect or when to expect. And there's a faint note of disappointment there...that his answer isn't so easy as Taylor's had been. That it isn't something as readily delivered on. ]

S'okay.

[ He drops a kiss that would be positively chaste almost anywhere else against Locus' tailbone, hand around his balls giving a short, sharp tug. ]

I have a few ideas if you don't mind me bringing some tools into play here. Otherwise it's nails and teeth all over.

[ The noise he makes is like a gut punch, the air rushing out of him as his nails turn into the cot, and a shudder runs the length of his body as that spike of pained pleasure surges upward.

When he gets his breath back again, he simply nods. He trusts him to do as he will. ]

Sit tight.

[ He gives Locus' balls a quick squeeze before releasing them, slipping away to one of the side compartments. Lube, rags to clean up- ah, there they are. He returns with a rattle of plastic, tiny little pincers that he sets up on the mattress near Locus' knee. ]

These are gonna sting like a sonovabitch but I think you'll like them.

[ Locus lifts his head to watch as Taylor makes his way across the shuttle, taking the moment to breathe deeply, to relax. On his return, Locus merely arches an eyebrow, shifting slight to sit back onto his heels. ]

You've given this some thought.

More than a little, yeah.

[ His mind does tend to wander. Taylor plucks up one of the clamps- small, toothy things that they are, and presses it into Locus' hand as he settles against his back. ]

They got a pretty tight grip. More intense than I'd like to use on myself- I'm more for sustained, thudding kinda pain, but this should work for you.

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