[ It's a lot to try and process, all at once. But never once does he balk. The needle-sharp teeth have most of his attention, so much so that the grab to his balls earns a sharp noise, louder than he normally made, startled and breathless.
And then Taylor returned his attention to his hole, and Locus' back bows, and something gut-deep and needy wrenches itself free. It's good, soft and slow and slick, a stark contrast to the grip on him or the sharp burning along the inside of his thighs. Still, words won't form. They start, but they slip away all too easily. ]
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And then Taylor returned his attention to his hole, and Locus' back bows, and something gut-deep and needy wrenches itself free. It's good, soft and slow and slick, a stark contrast to the grip on him or the sharp burning along the inside of his thighs. Still, words won't form. They start, but they slip away all too easily. ]