[ Locus holds for a moment, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted but stilled in uncertainty. But when it seems that yes, this is what he'd thought it was this time, he reaches to tug him right back in.
Two can play that game. Catching the corner of his mouth in soft nip, for example. Not too hard. Nothing like last night when he'd thought--
Well. It didn't matter. There was more to this than he'd thought, but he's always been a quick study. ]
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Two can play that game. Catching the corner of his mouth in soft nip, for example. Not too hard. Nothing like last night when he'd thought--
Well. It didn't matter. There was more to this than he'd thought, but he's always been a quick study. ]