Teeth in his neck and losing blood like losing his mind- he doesn't need to breathe but his next moan wavers on a hitch, shivering out as his hips give a little reflexive grind. There's nothing almost carnal about it. It's as good as a hand on his cock, as riding Locus could be-

It's not hard to imagine, straddling him like this. Their connection thrums like gold in the back of his mind, butting up against Delta's mild curiosity and vague exasperation with Taylor's fixation on these sensations. Fond exasperation, but. Exasperation none the less.

"Please-" His voice is low, ragged and thick with several shades of arousal.