anothercontinuity | Red vs Blue pt 2

"Probably a good start."

And he tips his head slightly, smirking.

"He'd be a fool to refuse you, you know."

"I don't know about that. When he knew me I was young and hot and now I'm all-" He grumbles, head falling back to Sam's shoulder. "I mean he's. He's got thighs. Like goddamn. He got big and broad and has this jawline and got hot- Delta was designed to be attractive. Literally, he took our mutual aesthetic interests and used them to design his face sculpt-"

Taylor sighs, deep and defeated and wallowing in the weirdest sense of insecurity he's had in awhile. "And you're a brick shithouse with pretty hair and pretty eyes and this mouth like goddamn. I'm just me. I mean- I'm hot, right? A little?"

He's aware of Taylor's wounded self-image. Every now and then it lifts his head, which is ridiculous. They both bear their share of scars, and it's never been a deterrent to either of them. But if this is a point of validation he requires--

Both hands lift to cup his cheeks, at this point, and he fixes York with the most solemn, serious stare he can manage.

"You. Are a constant test of my resolve."

He looks up to Sam, more than a little puzzled (that's this conversation in a nutshell). Brow furrowed, eyes wide he licks his bottom lip and slips his hands to squeeze Sam's wrists. Feel his pulse steady and slow, use that to make this a little less weird.

Having the rug pulled out from him more than once is surprising and he needs it.

"Uh- resolve to what?"

At which point he lowers his head, voice dropping to a softly affectionate growl against his ear.

"To not haul you over the nearest piece of sturdy furniture and have you."

The struggle is real, York. Please understand.

"...well you don't- uh-" Locus might not blush but York? York does. He's pink from the tips of his ears to the base of his throat, wide eyed and deeply pleased while more than a little giddy at the reminder that this, all of this is into him. Really, truly into him.

God and Damn.

"Need to be so. Resolved. To not. I mean- I am perfectly okay with being had over furniture all the time."

"We would get very little done if I gave in as often as the thought or desire occurred to me." There's a nip at his ear before he draws back, now smirking faintly once more. That deep pink is a good look on his sun-kissed skin.

"I find myself very okay with this." Sure they need to stay five steps ahead but- there's always time for a little being had. Having. Manly flipping of sofa's and- yeah. He's a little scrambled and dazed and giddy-pleased, rocking back on his heels. "You got a number for how often that is? I'm curious."

"I believe 'constant' was as close as I could effectively calculate." Again that thumb strokes over the scar on his cheek, and when he leans close this time it's to take him by the mouth, heated but slow, intent on showing him exactly how much he meant it.

And there's the usual shiver- the faint tilt of his head into Locus' hand, letting him take the weight. Waiting for the brush of his lips that's warm and slow and melting- every insecure thought drifting away like so much smoke. All of this. ALL OF THIS. Is into him. Deeply, sincerely into him.

He deserves to feel the weight of that. No matter what else lies in wait for him in the world, Locus is here, and wants him.

And if he needs to remind him with this, slowly pulling him apart, fingers threading into his hair...well. It's not a hardship.

Spending some time retracing the skin he's memorized is a good way to fight off the knee jerk anxiety he'd felt before- reassuring himself that this is good, right, worthwhile. Like he'd ever worried about it. He pulls back, already breathless, shivering against the nails on his scalp. "So...the desk is pretty sturdy..."

That's all he needs to hear. One arm scoops low to drag Taylor up into his arms, prepared to haul him over to the desk as indicated, and lay every single promise fresh into his skin. If there remained any doubt in his mind that Locus still considered him his, absolutely his, he'd drive them out before the night's end.

Red vs Blue pt 2

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