[ Slowly, his hands move. The smear of come comes off across his thigh before that hand settles on Taylor's back. The other? Comes up to tentatively sweep through his hair.
Staying after. That's something of a new concept, too. No immediate fleeing, no sense of cold and shame. Taylor got what he wanted, and he stays, snuggling in even closer.
Locus's eyes fall shut again, for just a moment. Content. ]
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Staying after. That's something of a new concept, too. No immediate fleeing, no sense of cold and shame. Taylor got what he wanted, and he stays, snuggling in even closer.
Locus's eyes fall shut again, for just a moment. Content. ]