[ Taylor's eyes go half lidded and hazy, breath catching in his throat. He remembers pretty damn well being held up, pinned to the door and not quite ravaged. Claimed, more like, and this morning? For all their lazy explorations he's...kind of down.
Kind of really down.
It's easy to lean in and kiss Locus with more heat, now. To give a little movement, little drags of his tongue free reign. ]
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Kind of really down.
It's easy to lean in and kiss Locus with more heat, now. To give a little movement, little drags of his tongue free reign. ]