No protest. No fear, no wary dart of his eyes- merely tense anticipation. His pulse would flutter if he had a heart that beat but as it is? His eyes go dark, his body boneless at the first slide of Locus' teeth. Sharply sweet and carving right down to his core- he flushes.

Groans in the cool air and slips a hand down to cup the back of Locus' skull, holding him against his throat. It's-

There aren't words that aren't some shade of obscene.