"Yes."

And Locus's lips curve into a wider smile at that, seeing him start to pick up on that. Feeling the way he molds around him and starts to pick up his hips, to shift the weight of his body to match the slide of that thick length pressing inside of him.

"That's it."

Careful encouragement as Delta finds the rhythm he's looking for, and Locus tilts his hips to encourage him further, feeling the warm clutch and drag ripple through him in soft shivers.