[ Every idle brush of his hand or press of knuckle- any scrap of skin that skates along the hypersensitive, too warm redness of his ass strikes a thunderous chord. Snags in deep at the base of his spine and twists until it's all he can feel. The details swarm and overwhelm and there's a wash of cool concerned green that has Taylor shaking his head.
He's fine, this is fine, this is what he wants. What they need. That anchor flickers and falls away, leaving Taylor with the wash of breath at his throat and the wide palm over his chest, holding in his rabbit-fast flutter of his heart. ]
Locus-
[ Please- his throat works around the words as he sobs, eyes clenched shut, body wound tight enough to snap and every last trembling inch, Locus'. ]
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He's fine, this is fine, this is what he wants. What they need. That anchor flickers and falls away, leaving Taylor with the wash of breath at his throat and the wide palm over his chest, holding in his rabbit-fast flutter of his heart. ]
Locus-
[ Please- his throat works around the words as he sobs, eyes clenched shut, body wound tight enough to snap and every last trembling inch, Locus'. ]