If he could glow, he would. But it's in the way Locus's head tilts back, the lazy smile that cross his lips as he slides back and squeezes tight, wanting him to feel that grip around his wrist. Only fucking fair, isn't it?

"You like that, huh?"

Locus's tongue flicks out across his lips as his hand shifts from Taylor, skims across his own chest to tweak a stiff nipple, the spasms rippling through him and almost certainly felt around the curl of his hand.

"You like watching us?"