[ Unclenching his hands takes effort he doesn't know if he can spare- but Taylor tries. Smooths his fingers over the dug in marks and winces when they come away damp with more than just sweat. Damn. Harder than he'd usually-
But then all of this is. Locus going and slamming in and coming silently (like he does, Taylor makes a mental note to drag a scream out of him later) but for now he just...holds.
Is held. Floats a little. ]
God. Damn. [ He mumbles when words are a thing again, licking his lips. ] I gotta wind you up more often.
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But then all of this is. Locus going and slamming in and coming silently (like he does, Taylor makes a mental note to drag a scream out of him later) but for now he just...holds.
Is held. Floats a little. ]
God. Damn. [ He mumbles when words are a thing again, licking his lips. ] I gotta wind you up more often.