[ Not a question this time. The words spill off his lips and Locus breathes deep, eyes sliding shut as his hips give another sharp, possessive little grind. But Taylor is winding back against him, he knows, he feels that little tug too, surely. The pull those words have, the realization knotted up in them. ]
Yes. You are.
[ Locus draws back, just enough, another swat landing across reddening skin. ]
no subject
Yes. You are.
[ Locus draws back, just enough, another swat landing across reddening skin. ]