[ The desperation is still there, tinging those breathless moans as he cocks his head back to rest against York's shoulder, and with each clip that comes free, it draws another low, loud moan from him, squirming back against him. He can come, he said he could come, he just needs to let go.
Another push against that bundle of nerves inside of him and that tenuous hold snaps, Locus's back arching with a hoarse cry that echoes off the metal walls of the shuttle. But to say it's over? No. That's just the start. He pushes past to white but his body still moves, still feels the pulse of him inside, the ache in his skin and the remaining pinch against his cock as he spills onto the cot, over his chest and belly.
Strangely, if anything, it feels like he could keep going, like he could push past again if he really tried, and his fingers tighten their hold. ]
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Another push against that bundle of nerves inside of him and that tenuous hold snaps, Locus's back arching with a hoarse cry that echoes off the metal walls of the shuttle. But to say it's over? No. That's just the start. He pushes past to white but his body still moves, still feels the pulse of him inside, the ache in his skin and the remaining pinch against his cock as he spills onto the cot, over his chest and belly.
Strangely, if anything, it feels like he could keep going, like he could push past again if he really tried, and his fingers tighten their hold. ]