[ Nuh-uh. Let him hear those. His nails dig in a little harder, scraping rough lines up the insides of Locus' thighs, hooking around to curl around his balls. Not tugging yet- just holding. The threat lingered. Not that it's much of a threat with how well Locus responds to it, how it punches the air out of his lungs.
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Taylor is not at all above playing dirty here. ]