Locus- [ Breathless and pleading, now, the razor's edge they'd been balancing on shifting till he's cracked open and desperate. Now, now e needs everything Locus can give him, body wound so tight he feels like twitching too hard would shred him entirely. ]
Please- [ All but bruising grip on his hip and a hand, so damn large and hot and familiar gliding up and down his cock- he nearly swallowsh is tongue, bucking into Locus' palm. ]
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Please- [ All but bruising grip on his hip and a hand, so damn large and hot and familiar gliding up and down his cock- he nearly swallowsh is tongue, bucking into Locus' palm. ]