[ The answer comes easily, no pause for consideration at all. For once he knows what he wants with certainty. It's only ever been a matter of York deciding he wants it, too.
York's fingers catch against stubble, but they are warm. Inviting. Locus cocks his head for a moment, his own hand drifting upwards to York's throat, to drag a thumbnail briefly over the mark he'd left behind.
They could go that route again. Or they could continue this slow, lazy build to whatever it ended up being. ]
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[ The answer comes easily, no pause for consideration at all. For once he knows what he wants with certainty. It's only ever been a matter of York deciding he wants it, too.
York's fingers catch against stubble, but they are warm. Inviting. Locus cocks his head for a moment, his own hand drifting upwards to York's throat, to drag a thumbnail briefly over the mark he'd left behind.
They could go that route again. Or they could continue this slow, lazy build to whatever it ended up being. ]