There it is. It makes a difference, Felix thinks, when Taylor's in the process of falling apart too. That sweet, staggered desperation as he clutches and thrusts and bites, that's what he's been after.

Locus, meanwhile, is already in pieces, barely held together, and at that bite everything bursts and falls away all over again. The pain centers him and he arches into him, a noise like a wounded animal falling free as he spasms, hard. Wraps his arms tightly around Taylor and rides that lightning strike out, and just like a lightning strike it has that glow in his eyes stuttering.

It's so much, too much to process in one go. For either of them. But he doesn't let go.