Now, he thinks, would be an opportune time to attempt the drag of his teeth again the proper way. Delta sets his teeth against the skin just under the head of Locus' cock and drags light and slow downward- immediately following it with a long swipe of his tongue over the same skin followed by a pointed flick along the slit. That was enjoyable to York, there are many nerves in that skin-

And Locus is saying he's doing well. The thrum of his pulse under his skin, the smell of him, the thick rumbling to his voice? All point to sincere enjoyment.