Locus's eyes shut, head tipping for a moment to appreciate the touch like a cat leaning in to be pet, before he dropped his head low again and began quietly mouthing against the front of his pants. Not quite disrobing just yet, just the idea of what would be done, the heat of his breath trapping behind the tense fabric.
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Locus's eyes shut, head tipping for a moment to appreciate the touch like a cat leaning in to be pet, before he dropped his head low again and began quietly mouthing against the front of his pants. Not quite disrobing just yet, just the idea of what would be done, the heat of his breath trapping behind the tense fabric.