Log: Tending the Twins

[ambitious_muse]

Who: Sigma Ai, Agent York (Native), any Ai siblings who are at home
What: Babysitting the little siblings during Delta's appointment
Where: Ai household
When: Friday morning (8 May)
Warnings: none

Before he picks up the twins from school, Sigma finds everything he should need. Paper, pencils, crayons, and even a few stickers, so they can decorate the room with "Get Well Delta" cards. Dishes, cups, and favorite juices. A rogue ball of string in case York wants to help the twins play the "secret agent" game that he proposed on their second date.

It's a lot for one morning of babysitting, but Sigma really wants this to go well. Delta needs it, and more importantly, he hasn't seen York since before finals. It's time to sit back, have fun, and pretend that nothing is wrong.

Thankfully, the twins are pretty docile by the time they get home. Both of them have been cranky in Delta's absence. Now, they just seem resigned. Sigma hopes York will help him cheer them up.

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[ambitious_muse]

Smiling, Sigma turns the lights off. "Have a good nap," he whispers before turning off the light.

[depthlesslock]

York leaves the room, smiling softly. The really are adorable.

[ambitious_muse]

"That buys us a little quiet time," Sigma says.

[depthlesslock]

York's smile morphs into a grin. 'That sounds good.'

[ambitious_muse]

"My brothers might want us to clean up the front room. Start there?" He asks, grinning.

[depthlesslock]

'Sounds like a plan to me,' he agrees, taking Sigma's hand.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma squeezes his hand and starts downstairs. They should probably clean up as much string as possible before they get distracted. His brothers will at least want to be able to walk through the door.

[depthlesslock]

They reach the living room and York grins anew at the sight of the web.

[ambitious_muse]

"Look what your brilliant idea accomplished. Something cool, quality entertainment for the twins, and now time to ourselves." He's incredibly lucky to have this man in his life, and he leans in closer to him.

[depthlesslock]

York grins. 'Worked out better than I expected,' he admits.

Sigma leans towards him, but York pushes him back, then keeps nudging him until his back hits the wall behind him.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma's pinned, but instead of panicking, he feels an excited thrill running through him. Tugging at York's hand, he pulls him down for a kiss.

[depthlesslock]

York lets Sigma pull him forward, bracing himself against the wall with his other hand as he kisses him.

[ambitious_muse]

York now presses him against the wall. They've never done this before. Sigma presses back, kissing strong but slow.

[depthlesslock]

York's hand slips to the back of Sigma's head as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss.

[ambitious_muse]

Letting his head rest on the wall and York's hand, he slips his arm around his waist. His hand brushes York's skin where his shirt has ridden up, but he doesn't tickle him. Just eases him closer.

[depthlesslock]

York shudders lightly, but not in a bad way. He lets Sigma pull him closer, his hand leaving the wall to trace down his boyfriend's arm.

[ambitious_muse]

He's oh so tempted to let his hand wander. York's skin is faintly warm where he brushes his fingers against it, the touch on his arm just as tantalizing.

[depthlesslock]

After a minute or so, York breaks the kiss, only to turn his sights to Sigma's jaw and neck.

[ambitious_muse]

Faint disappointment at the end of the kiss quickly turns to pleasure. Sigma moans at the press of York's lips along his jaw.

[depthlesslock]

York chuckles softly and lightly catches the soft skin on Sigma's neck between his teeth before soothing it with a kiss.

[ambitious_muse]

The touch of York's teeth makes him gasp, then hum with satisfaction. Part of him worries that York will mark him and his brothers will panic.

The rest of him wants it. York is more than welcome to claim him. He slips his other hand low around York's waist and teases it under his shirt.

[depthlesslock]

He won't mark him, much as he wants to. Not this time at least, unless of course, Sigma asks for it.

Sigma's palm is hot against his skin and he presses into it, enjoying the warmth of the contact.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma lets his hands slip to York's spine, exploring smooth skin and the bone underneath. His slow hands trace each vertebra with very little pressure, just the press of his fingertips.

"Don't stop," he manages to say.

[depthlesslock]

Sigma's fingers tracing his spine make him shudder again, the ripple following the fingers.

'If you insist,' he breathes, not that he was planning on stopping. As he toys with Sigma's neck, his hand leaves Sigma's arm to trace his collar bones and settle on his chest, pressing gently to keep him against the wall.

[ambitious_muse]

They aren't kissing yet he still breathes heavily. He tips his head back until he's flush with the wall, eased back by York's hands. Those wonderful hands. It's easier to breathe this way, and York has better access to his neck.