[ Just enough time to catch his breath before it's worked out of him again by a tight hand and the unyielding press of Locus' fingers working up and in. He strains to hold himself upright, throat bobbing against Locus' hand, half strangled twists of sound stuttering out on every rasped exhale. Between the fight and the adrenaline and this he's skin sweat slick and trembling.
Rocking back into every sharp grind of that finger like he needs it. ]
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Rocking back into every sharp grind of that finger like he needs it. ]
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