Locus's thighs quiver as Taylor pushes, spreads him wider, muscles yielding to the pressure and taking him in, little by little. Past how far his cock alone could spread him, and his fingers flex, digging tighter, and that strained moan catches at his throat as his head drops forward again. Yes, more. He can take it.

And that crackle of pleasure, the slow build of pressure and the heat, Felix can feel it all. That presence twitches at Locus's fingertips, toes curling, and for a moment? He's silent, knowing he'll get more.