The tension coiling in his gut tightens, shivers in a fine crimson band between them- and finally snaps as Locus does something he can't quite wrap his mind around. Every fiber of him is locked up and trembling, voice carving out a scraping moan of Locus' name as he goes boneless.

He doesn't feel like he's come in his pants but god, does he feel like he's come, eyes half lidded, body slumping against Locus' form as he lays there, panting, blissful and quiet and nuzzling into any bit of Locus' skin that he can find.