[ Taylor takes that as a yes, going ahead with the second clamp on Locus' nipple. From here he can't see his face- but the sounds he makes, the subtle rocking of his body, the clasp of him around his fingers? He can read the gist of how he's feeling. What is just enough and what's too much. Getting to too much (in the right way) takes a little work but-
He figures they're halfway there. ]
Look at you...
[ That same warm adoration, that same warm curling sense of possession tangles in his chest as he flicks and snaps the next clamp into place on Locus' other nipple, fingers grinding hard against his prostate at the same time. The other two... His hand slips low, palming over the head of Locus' cock, following the vein down the underside to the base where he squeezes- and pinches the skin there. ]
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He figures they're halfway there. ]
Look at you...
[ That same warm adoration, that same warm curling sense of possession tangles in his chest as he flicks and snaps the next clamp into place on Locus' other nipple, fingers grinding hard against his prostate at the same time. The other two... His hand slips low, palming over the head of Locus' cock, following the vein down the underside to the base where he squeezes- and pinches the skin there. ]