[ Something in Locus's gaze grew sharper as he watched Taylor lean back, settle himself into place and find his place of leverage. It left nothing from his view, from the naked look of pleasure written across his face to the taut muscle and storied network of scars scattered across his body.
All these things that made York who he was, laid bare. Open to him. And his fingers found a way up his hips, tracing one of those scars with his thumb as York twisted his hips to adjust.
no subject
All these things that made York who he was, laid bare. Open to him. And his fingers found a way up his hips, tracing one of those scars with his thumb as York twisted his hips to adjust.
The look on Locus's face almost approached awe. ]