[ Taylor tips his head back to watch Locus watch him and he'll never get over those eyes. Steady and piercing, carving their way to his core and he doesn't mind. Invites it, even, as he stretches. Arches more to show off the slow rippling clench of muscle from shoulder to thigh, highlighting every bitten in bruise and scraped in welt painting his skin red. ]
Go for it, then. I'm all yours [ Arms around Locus' shoulders and it's easy to pull him down, easy to kiss him a little harder, with a little more bite as those nails dig in. As he's teased to twist out a low whine. ]
no subject
Go for it, then. I'm all yours [ Arms around Locus' shoulders and it's easy to pull him down, easy to kiss him a little harder, with a little more bite as those nails dig in. As he's teased to twist out a low whine. ]