Red vs Blue pt 2

[agnominal]

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[agnominal]

"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.

[goddamngrenades]

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.

[agnominal]

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.

[goddamngrenades]

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..."

[agnominal]

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.