Release had been sweet. Even now it rolls through him, a warm haze through which he can still feel Taylor moving, fucking, spreading him open and digging in with fingers and teeth, and despite being wrung dry he lifts his hips. Drives himself back onto that invading length, squeezes tight, unaware that Delta's rendered his efforts all but useless.

"Gonna make him scream again? Gotta say, if I didn't know you were fucking cheating, I'd be impressed." One hand spreads, swipes across Locus's belly before bringing sticky-slick fingers up to his mouth.

Might not be feeling as much, but there's still the sight of Felix inside of Locus, licking those fingers clean with downright pornographic levels of dedication, thorough swipes of his tongue and sucking around those fingertips.