[ Long as it's been he finds a rhythm that suits, something that'll give Locus the depth they both ache for and enough breathing room between that he doesn't go boneless and brainless early. Right now there's too much to see. Every shade of green and grey in Locus' eyes, every curl of his hair against the pillow- everything. Grinding and greedy Taylor leans down to close the distance, kissing Locus between soft, throaty sounds of pleasure.
All vowels and breath between plush lips and tongue, teasing at teeth that catch and drag as he squeezes. Twists and rolls up onto the balls of his feet for a firmer drop that jolts from the base of his spine to the top of his skull. ]
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All vowels and breath between plush lips and tongue, teasing at teeth that catch and drag as he squeezes. Twists and rolls up onto the balls of his feet for a firmer drop that jolts from the base of his spine to the top of his skull. ]