[ They're muffled while they kiss, twisting and strained in his throat as their tongues glide and teeth scrape. Now the heat's rising, roiling from every point of contact, bright and searing and unrelenting as he picks up the pace. Already taking in every inch and he wants more. Like there's more for Locus to give.
Like there's anything he's holding back.
Taylor pulls away to catch his breath, hands white knuckled in their grip on Locus' shoulders. Another sharp drop wrenches a garbled twist of Locus' name out of him deep and raw and aching. ]
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Like there's anything he's holding back.
Taylor pulls away to catch his breath, hands white knuckled in their grip on Locus' shoulders. Another sharp drop wrenches a garbled twist of Locus' name out of him deep and raw and aching. ]