"I have wondered...what it would be like to be in this position with you." Over him, hand in him, finger gliding over that spot slowly as he adds a second to the tight clench of his body. "My mental simulations fail to compare to the reality."

Locus is...so much more than he could have calculated. The warmth the clench in his chest, the curl of his lips around every soft sound. "I am more pleased that you are pleased than I am at doing this well or being correct. It is- unusual for me not to care how well I'm doing."