he leans into the kiss easily, fingers carding through Locus' hair to hold him there for a moment more. Infinite variations on a singular theme and Delta finds he wants to attempt all of them from slow and easy to fierce and biting, so long as it is done with Locus. Warmth in his chest that drops like a stone to the pit of his stomach at so simple a phrase- but he does as he's told.

Tips his thighs apart, one foot braced against the mattress, one settling to rest his heel against Locus' thigh for a further point of contact and-

Light, heat, sensation-

Even knowing how it feels in the abstract and knowing it's coming his back bows as his head falls back, a sharper, sweeter cry tumbling from his lips as the world goes bright and distant- lean thighs trembling on either side of Locus' hips, nails curled in to dig at his scalp.