Something in Locus's gut curls warm and appreciative at that. That's his. That's theirs, and he can't help but be pleased by that.

Felix, on the other hand, doesn't seem to care. If he does, he's hiding it well, pulling up onto his elbows and sliding his free hand down to grip Taylor's cock, to press him into that little dip of muscle and let him just rub to his heart's content. "I like fighting. I like fucking and getting fucked."

He pushed himself up further still, until they were almost nose to nose, head canting slightly to one side, Locus's eyes only half-open by this point. "I like the way you try and hide your teeth, but I'd like it better if you didn't. And I like people living up to their word."

So go ahead. Try to short him out.