For a fleeting moment, Felix wonders if he's bitten off more than he can chew. He promptly decides there's no such thing, even after promise after promise as him and Locus winding up tighter and tighter. Until Locus keens and snaps his head back, jerking violently as he spills white-hot across his steadily pumping fingers, and over Taylor's stomach in the process.

Nothing. Just nothing, for one blissful moment. Not a single thought or plan or argument, just that waves washing through them and everything about feeling the sensations that marked that moment. The prickle of skin, the shiver of muscle and that warm, throbbing pulse that seems to drum as one throughout every inch of him.

The orange glow flickers, sputtering like a dying light for just a moment, before steadying out again, leaving Locus to try and gulp down what air he can.