"Mm."

Locus slows at that, eyebrows lifting before he nips the edge of Delta's jaw in answer. "I think I know the one," he rumbles, and a second later his grip adjusts. Delta's legs are both being tugged up, to rest on either side of his hips. "Hold on."

From there, it's just a matter of twisting in the sheets, rolling himself onto his back to allow Delta to settle on top. To ride him, as York so loves to do. It will give Delta more control over their movements as well, and it seems as though he's warming to the idea.