"Full-" And that is something he has never experienced in any capacity. Too much data doesn't give him this slow, boneless molasses sensation. Too much anything doesn't register, he merely handles it as needed but now? Now it isn't too much- it's just enough. It's perfect and he rolls his head forward enough to watch with wide eye'd curiosity down past his leaking erection (A curious sensation in and of itself) to where Locus' wrist flexes and works between his thighs.

"Connected. Fragile? I- this is a vulnerable position." And yet he doesn't think twice about Locus being above him. "Protected. Certain, fond."

His throat clicks as he swallows, eye sliding back up to Locus'. "Immeasurably fond."