[ That is, apparently, the right answer. The pressure eases off his throat as Locus lifts his head, lips and teeth following familiar paths over the curve of his neck.
And then there's a faint clicking sound, followed by cool, slick fingers parting Taylor and pressing up against his hole. Little time is wasted before one finger crooks into him, sinking into that tight heat with another low sound. ]
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And then there's a faint clicking sound, followed by cool, slick fingers parting Taylor and pressing up against his hole. Little time is wasted before one finger crooks into him, sinking into that tight heat with another low sound. ]