He's going to. Holy shit, he's actually going to...

They're both keyed into this, at different points. Locus is low, deep down low, and ready for it. He wants it, wants whatever is given, because it's Taylor, and it's always good. It's already so good, sensitized skin prickling in that cool rush of breath, easing those muscles into relaxing as he feels that threatening pressure.

Which Felix is ready for. So ready for. Feeling anything is an experience, feeling this? Fucking awesome. Knowing that there's more coming?

"Don't need to breathe, stop being a goddamn tease."