And his head lifts. Those glowing orange eyes fix on him, lips parted slightly, and Locus just looks dazed. Gone. Floating somewhere else while his body rides his, the sensation of being so very full, of Taylor's hand resting inside of him like a heavy weight.

It's not him driving any more. Just coasting on the feeling, the overwhelming rush of it. But he still tilts his head in to crush his mouth breathlessly against Taylor's, as if meaning to devour him.