[ He is wrung out. Rubbed raw, boneless, and ought to be by all counts some kind of exhausted. But there' Locus' back and he's still all sweaty, all dripping slick and tempting in ways Taylor just can't ignore that easily.
Once he can get his legs to work (it takes a bit but he manages) he pushes off the wall to step close. Plaster himself along Locus' back to lick at the sweat between his shoulders. ]
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Once he can get his legs to work (it takes a bit but he manages) he pushes off the wall to step close. Plaster himself along Locus' back to lick at the sweat between his shoulders. ]
Not as hot as seeing you use that sword, though.