[ Taylor can feel the bruise blooming immediately, something that'll ache like a bitch anytime he turns his head. It's perfect. It throbs in a direct line to his cock, twisting a groan out of him to match Locus'. ]
Tell me what you want.
[ One hand skids free of the all, twisting up and back to grip Locus' neck, holding him against bruised skin. ]
no subject
Tell me what you want.
[ One hand skids free of the all, twisting up and back to grip Locus' neck, holding him against bruised skin. ]
What do you need, Locus?