"If I say I always want you it'll give you a big head. The only one allowed to have an ego in this bed is me, remember? You need to be the sensible one." That's what they were. The locksmith and the sniper, the egoist and the anchor. The fool and the straightman. He'd fuss and fight more if the attentions he earns weren't so goddamn pleasing.

Just another layer of reality over the mess in his head. Another reminder that this is what's real. Not the void. Not the hollow space in his mind where Delta used to be that's been plugged up with doubt.

This. North's hands and mouth and voice in his ear, holding him down so he doesn't fly apart. He groans in the back of his throat at that suck, leaning up and squeezing that lovely hanndfull he's grabbed. Tries to start up a circular grind, to kick start to the fun part. He likes the fun part.

Breath hitched in a gasp he nips at North's tongue when it's given, forehead pressed to his cheek. "Yes it is still cheating."