[ The scope of focus narrows further, flitting between the faint, gentle licking and the growing tension, the stretch that pulled his whole body taut, breath coming shorter as a result. Taylor knew by now what felt good, what ached in just the right way.
And that's what this was. An ache. A need, reaching for something more and teased with the possibility. Locus's tongue ran briefly over his lips. ]
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And that's what this was. An ache. A need, reaching for something more and teased with the possibility. Locus's tongue ran briefly over his lips. ]
I told you...what I wanted...