A shoulder, fair and faintly scarred as is most of York's skin, as is most of Locus'. Soldiers both and the strength in them is just as enticing as their fragility, their delicacy. How sweetly Locus rolls up to meet him- Delta turns his head to brush his lips against the inside of Locus' wrist before sucking the head of his cock, a reward for that tightened clasp of his body.

Between his thighs Delta's cock twitches, an unusual sensation but definitely one of approval. Two fingers sliding slick and slow and he can't help but imagine exactly what Locus describes. "Overwhelmed in theory."