Red vs Blue pt 2

[agnominal]

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[goddamngrenades]

It was easy to slide his other hand along Locus' jaw to cradle his face. To lean into the kiss like he could pour himself into Locus' skin and settle there. Live in his bones, breathe in his blood, own him completely. His teeth dragged along Locus' bottom lip and Delta knocked quietly, to check in.

When York pulled away he called out. "Lock the door and bump my appointments down by-"

Taylor's eyes swept over Locus in a long, smoldering look. "Two hours."

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Two hours. He intended to be quite thorough in this, then.

One hand lifted to the clasp of his armor, though hesitating before pulling it open. Permission. He'd always need permission, always need the hand peeling out of it, because he didn't belong outside of it. Not until York decided he did. Not everyone was meant to live like this, life completely at the mercy of the whims of one individual, but for a hawk? It was a privilege. It was a choice, the last choice.

"If I had to choose again...I think I would have chosen to take the hood for you," he breathed out, his weight leaning forward slightly.

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"I don't know that I'd have had the courage to ask." He pressed their foreheads together, fingers sliding to the clasps along with Locus'. "Off. All of it, off."

He wanted miles and miles of skin on his desk and ignored the faint, put upon sigh on the other side of the door. Delta was capable of moving around his appointments and this? This needed reaffirming. Locus needed to know that no matter what; he was York's.

"On the desk facing me when we're done-"

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The pieces of armor fell away, one by one, clattering to the ground before there was nothing but the suit. He didn't stop for an instant, forehead still pressed to York's, as he reached for the zipper and the mesh fabric peeled away from his skin.

Only when it was gone, all gone, did he turn to leverage himself onto the desk, legs parted enough for York to easily slide between them.