[ Locus, for his part, accepts the attention, leaning into the kisses, allowing his fingers to curl around Taylors with a huff that could be relief. This isn't really something he allows himself normally.
Yet things are shifting. It's becoming less about outlets and necessary stress relief and simple mutual appreciation and more...well, something else. Something like real affection, something warm and binding and terrifying in its own way. But he's not afraid right now. He's tilting into those touches like a man starved as he slowly starts to rise back up. ]
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Yet things are shifting. It's becoming less about outlets and necessary stress relief and simple mutual appreciation and more...well, something else. Something like real affection, something warm and binding and terrifying in its own way. But he's not afraid right now. He's tilting into those touches like a man starved as he slowly starts to rise back up. ]
Mm. A little sore, actually.
[ The corner of his mouth ticks. ]