[ He doesn't need to worry about falling. He couldn't. Locus wouldn't let him.
Instead he holds him against the wall, feels that full-body trembling and pushes into him, deeper, faster, not quite the slow coaxing he usually employs. It's meant to make him feel, to draw his focus utterly, to see that battle with keeping himself steady on his own two feet lost.
Please. That strained little plea slips right in under his skin, and those thrusts come faster, pumping in and out of him without pause, the slick sound rising against the metal walls. ]
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Instead he holds him against the wall, feels that full-body trembling and pushes into him, deeper, faster, not quite the slow coaxing he usually employs. It's meant to make him feel, to draw his focus utterly, to see that battle with keeping himself steady on his own two feet lost.
Please. That strained little plea slips right in under his skin, and those thrusts come faster, pumping in and out of him without pause, the slick sound rising against the metal walls. ]