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[ Cracked open every which way- the words are on his tongue but later, later. Things said in the middle of it don't hold as much weight and normally? He'd worry about saying it so damn soon but it seems like Locus has been on this train waiting for York to catch the fuck up for a long while now. But that slithers in and out of his head in half a heartbeat and then all he can feel is Locus. His weight, his warmth, the press of his breath and the slow glide of his cock;

So damn careful. So damn gentle and god- ]

Ah-

[ His head rolls forward, putting them nose to nose as he rolls his hips down to meet him. To catch him and keep him even as his control is scraped away inch by inch, cock hard and twitching between them. ]