[ No time to breathe, no relief, Locus just pushing and pushing and pushing in a tight-raw scrape over tightly wound nerves. Any other time it'd be too much too soon but it skates along the perfect edge of rough and attentive, the burn coiling tight in the pit of Taylor's stomach as his legs give out after a particularly vicious jab. ]
Jesus fuck- Locus!
[ He clings. Claws at the wall and lets himself fall back on his hand, fall against his body, spine twisting with every sinuous attempt to get more, chasing that manic edge. ]
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Jesus fuck- Locus!
[ He clings. Claws at the wall and lets himself fall back on his hand, fall against his body, spine twisting with every sinuous attempt to get more, chasing that manic edge. ]