[ Dazed, he needs to take a moment to breathe. Pant, really, shuddering in Locus' grip but far too wired to begin to fall. ]
Locus-
[ Okay, words aren't gonna be a thing, he can do that. His hands skid against the wall as he braces himself, biting down on his arm to muffle the groan teeth in his shoulder prompt. Less restrained, less measured, closer to the first time on the mats than anything else and while he doesn't mind that-
The sharp crack of Locus' hand without so much as a 'ready go' has Taylor attempting to twist away and yelping. ]
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Locus-
[ Okay, words aren't gonna be a thing, he can do that. His hands skid against the wall as he braces himself, biting down on his arm to muffle the groan teeth in his shoulder prompt. Less restrained, less measured, closer to the first time on the mats than anything else and while he doesn't mind that-
The sharp crack of Locus' hand without so much as a 'ready go' has Taylor attempting to twist away and yelping. ]
Fuck- talk to me, man!