"Taylor." His name escapes on a deep, rasping breath, a momentary gulp of air as Locus surfaces, fingers lifting to curl against the nape of his neck and draw him in. I've got you, he won't hurt you, I won't let him...

But the kiss that lands on his lips is sharp, tugging at his lip, nipping the corner of his mouth, before finally letting him in. Rolling his tongue and coaxing him inward as he rolls his hips, back bowing, to drag up against Taylor in what almost seems a tease.