Three till the slow thrusts become easy, until Locus' body rolls down with as little resistance as possible, until each rock of his hips backward distracts Delta long enough to pull back and watch him chase the sensation a little-

The words York would use would be 'um...hot'. A succinct summary of the sudden flush of arousal that rolls through Delta's system, eyes flicking from where his fingers vanish into Locus' body, the leaking head of his cock, and Locus' face. Now? Now. He drops a kiss to the inside of Locus' thigh and slides close, slotting into place as he guides his cock into position. "Are you ready?"