[ Taylor sucks in deep, gasping breaths once he's got the room too, dizzy with it- lax and sagging back against Locus. Just on the outside of being able to hold himself up, his other hand slips to brace himself against the bulkhead as finally that finger slips in. ]
Fuck-
[ His throat's gonna be a raw line of bruises and welts when they're done- and it's gonna be awesome. ]
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Fuck-
[ His throat's gonna be a raw line of bruises and welts when they're done- and it's gonna be awesome. ]