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LOCUS ([personal profile] agnominal) wrote in [community profile] anothercontinuity2017-07-17 11:05 pm

Red vs Blue pt 2



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

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-26 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Wanting is easy. It's an instinctual hook that rattles around and makes a man queasy and stupid. Easy to feel, easy to ignore if you've been around the block enough. Wanting Locus-

Is likely dangerous. But also? Easy.

He doesn't need to be told twice, hands sliding up into Locus' hair as he pulls himself into Locus' lap again, lips pressing against his sharply, sweetly. Not as chaste as the earlier kiss this is heated. Intent.
emps: (pic#11187871)

[personal profile] emps 2017-07-26 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, no giving him that look, Locus. He's the one who gives Looks around here.

He's not wrong that a bigger frame helps, though, and it still makes Wash relax a little, the tense of his shoulders dropping a big when the other man pushes against him. His fingers are threaded through that dark hair and he's silent for a moment, listening to them both breathe.

It's either a bad night or a good level of trust, because after a moment Wash speaks.

"I'm just... going over all the slips in training. What would happen if it was real combat."
goddamngrenades: (kiss kiss)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-26 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
It's almost welcoming. A greeting. Hi, how are you, what are you into, are we gonna do this? You comfortable? Little tells and cues that he used to remember and be able to read so well- at least there's nothing vague about the drag of Locus' teeth, the way he's pulled in and all but surrounded. He smiles against Locus' lips, tongue flicking out to test the seam.

See how far he's allowed to go.
goddamngrenades: (imma swan princess)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-26 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Touch starved, socially withdrawn and suddenly given a whole new outlet? Nudging up what he is and isn't allowed was gonna be a thing. He just...didn't expect this line to come up so soon. Still he's rolling with it, licking his way into Locus' mouth slow and easy, nails digging in at his scalp.

Enough to count, not enough to hurt. He's. Not sure where Locus falls on that scale but right now? Everything is good. Sharper, more intense than it ever was when he had a heartbeat.
goddamngrenades: (this has got to die)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-26 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
He's not worried about that- he doesn't even know he has to worry about it yet. Right now it's all- new. Sharper, sweeter, brighter- he moans against Locus' lips and drags a hand down to catch at the hem of his shirt, fingers slipping underneath to scrape up his ribs like he'd done not long ago. Mirror and repeat- that works with new partners.

But this is- he's so warm. All over, so warm, skin so smooth save for the wiry curl of hair and he smells like spice and heat and the bitter tang of salt from the club.
goddamngrenades: (liplick of sexy)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-26 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"You." Without any hesitation or shame. Now that he knows it's okay to want this, to act on it? He's gonna. Peeling himself away to pull his shirt off and toss it to the side feels almost impossible- but he wants everything he can wring out of this, just in case it's a one time deal. He'll worry about the details later. "However you want me."

On him, under him, hands or mouth or thighs or- whatever Locus wants? It's his. Here under the million stars overhead he can have whatever he wants and York'll give it over without batting an eye.
goddamngrenades: (this has got to lie down)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-26 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
That's all he need to hear. Some scraps of his old swagger return as he tips his head to the side licking his lips, eyes trailing Locus from mouth to navel. "You're gonna have to lose the shirt."

Not that it's in the way of the main goal but- he wants to see all of Locus. Taste all of him too.
goddamngrenades: (imma swan princess)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-26 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Goddamn-" There's so much of him. All that muscle and hair and skin just begging to be touched, nipped, to be enjoyed. He leans in, starting at Locus' throat to drag his teeth downward to his collarbone- not breaking the skin; that's not the point anymore.. The point is feeling all the possible sensations available. It's getting Locus off and enjoying him while he's got the chance.

Settled between Locus' thighs he works his way down, mouth and hands dragging over swaths of muscle, combing through wiry hair as he tongues a nipple.
goddamngrenades: (liplick of sexy)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-26 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
It's not as sweet or enthralling as blood- but it's just as deserving of his attention. Of all the focus he can pour into testing Locus' reactions for what he enjoys, for pulling tricks out of a bag long since set aside in favor of survival. Nails catch and glide as he drags his mouth ever downward, teeth nipping (lightly, no biting for blood) along his ribs and the skin under his navel. He twists a hand around to finesse open his belt but takes a moment to lock eyes with Locus.

And begin working his fly with his teeth and tongue.
goddamngrenades: (it's easier to tease)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-26 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Someone else might wink. Might give a smug little smirk- but there's only the bright crackling joy of having impressed Locus that flits over their connection. Pleased that he's pleasing, careful in how he works Locus' fly open to nuzzle the warm skin revealed. It smells so strongly of him here- between the scent and the hand on the back of his neck? He's drifting.
goddamngrenades: (this has got to lie down)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-26 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
So much of him every which way. Broad chest, thick thighs, and god- He takes a careful moment to stroke Locus' cock from root to tip, eyes going half lidded and hazy. All the blood they've had and shared- he's warm. Almost alive and the thought occurs, finally, that does earn a smirk.

He doesn't need to breathe anymore.

Careful as he can be, mindful of the fangs, he licks a line up the underside o Locus' cock, swirls his tongue around the head, and sucks him down inch by inch, slowly working his way to the root with no sign of stopping.
goddamngrenades: (imma swan princess)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-26 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
This he knows how to do. It's been almost a goddamn decade, but he remembers how to relax around the intrusion, keep his tongue up tight against the underside, and power through any gag reflex he might have left. Down, down, until his nose is buried in the curls at the base of Locus' cock, eyes bright and wicked and so, so damn pleased. All of him. He's got all of him down and he can stay here, casually swallowing around Locus, until he feels like popping off.

Because he doesn't NEED to breathe anymore. How 'bout that? He smooths his hands down Locus' thighs, nails digging in to drag up in a slow scrape from knee to groin.
goddamngrenades: (liplick of sexy)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2017-07-26 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
No fair, talking when he's got his mouth full. He does try to send along a sensation of being pleased- of that warm glow a well placed compliment gives. He hasn't felt terribly attractive in a long while. Hasn't wanted to- but now? Hard to not feel some kind of phenomenal to twist this kind of approval out of someone normally so stoic.

Taylor's lips lock tight around the base of Locus' cock as he withdraws in a steady drag, teeth set in gently to offer the barest of scrapes. More sensation to earn, hopefully, more of those low groans.

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