Another brush against that nerve center, another shudder as Locus hums, back arching off the sheets. One hand reaches for Delta, just to have something to hold onto. A wrist, a knee, a thigh, anything at all to help him steady himself.
"It's feeling what the other person does. And I want to feel what you do."
Another flex of his hips, and this time? He squeezes down around those fingers on purpose.
"I want to know how you feel when you're inside me."
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Another brush against that nerve center, another shudder as Locus hums, back arching off the sheets. One hand reaches for Delta, just to have something to hold onto. A wrist, a knee, a thigh, anything at all to help him steady himself.
"It's feeling what the other person does. And I want to feel what you do."
Another flex of his hips, and this time? He squeezes down around those fingers on purpose.
"I want to know how you feel when you're inside me."