"Yes-" Infinitely so. How York can lose himself so gladly in frantic, quick rutting when the nerves of this body are so easily pleased by this slow seduction, Delta can't imagine. Perhaps it is because everything lasts longer for him. Everything is just that much more-

Between one shivering cry and the next he turns to catch Locus' lips with his. Nips at his mouth delicately in a way he recalls York employing in the past and murmurs. "Might we change position?"

This is- being covered and impaled and in constant contact- it is wonderful. But there is so much more he'd like to explore.