[ Perfect. Perfect. Taylor starts to splinter and unravel and Locus is right there to catch him, to gather up the pieces. Catching his mouth in brief, biting kisses that drag teeth against the corner of his mouth.
All while feeling the tight clench of his body around him as he thrusts, that rhythm every bit as relentless as the one set by his fingers. Sweat catches at the nape of his neck and trickles down, skin damp under those grasping fingers, but he doesn't slow for a second.
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All while feeling the tight clench of his body around him as he thrusts, that rhythm every bit as relentless as the one set by his fingers. Sweat catches at the nape of his neck and trickles down, skin damp under those grasping fingers, but he doesn't slow for a second.
And he doesn't look away. ]