The noise made is both of them, throatier from Felix and more guttural from Locus, but it's the same sound, gut-punched and glorious as sparks hit the back of their eyes. Just the motion of curling into a fist spreads him out even further, to a point where up, he might wonder if he can take it.

Down, he knows he can. He wants to, wants to prove that he deserves this.

While Felix is all nerves sparking, drinking off the foam floating to the top and simmering, teeth against Taylor's lips as he draws in a sharp breath through Locus.

And then wiggles his hips back. A true glutton.