[ He'll have it, and all that comes with it. Locus isn't slowing down, can't, needs to bear this truth into his bones until the horror and the shock give way and shake loose like a snake shedding skin. He doesn't need it. He doesn't need to worry for him because he's not going anywhere and he's his, his, his..
One hand slips between them, finding Taylor's cock and moving slick and merciless, forehead pressed against his, and there's nothing but the pounding against the wall and those stuttered breaths and shouts, and they're almost there. Come on, come on. ]
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One hand slips between them, finding Taylor's cock and moving slick and merciless, forehead pressed against his, and there's nothing but the pounding against the wall and those stuttered breaths and shouts, and they're almost there. Come on, come on. ]