[ It's more than a physical need being met, here. More than figuring out how they fit or how they work- it's cracking themselves open every which way and seeing down to the bone. The binary of what makes them, them.
One of Taylor's hands slides up to stroke Locus' cheek, thumb smoothing along the edge of the scar that crosses his face. Old hurts, old wounds. They fought and survived and came together with stilted steps to this near inevitability. How could he not, with all this awe, all this consideration laid bare at his feet?
His hips hitch, thighs clenching as he rolls down to start up something slow and burning and just as inevitable, eyes boring into Locus'. ] Everything. You- you're worth Everything
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One of Taylor's hands slides up to stroke Locus' cheek, thumb smoothing along the edge of the scar that crosses his face. Old hurts, old wounds. They fought and survived and came together with stilted steps to this near inevitability. How could he not, with all this awe, all this consideration laid bare at his feet?
His hips hitch, thighs clenching as he rolls down to start up something slow and burning and just as inevitable, eyes boring into Locus'. ] Everything. You- you're worth Everything