His gut instinct protests. This is good, isn't it? He's making Locus feel the same pleasure he'd felt before, he's reinforcing whatever bond they might share and aching for some sense of completion. Why stop? He's close, Taylor knows he's got to be close.

Doesn't he want that tension to snap? Doesn't he want to feel how Taylor had felt?

For a moment his teeth dig in, petulant. A little more. Just another sip, another swallow- A sharp crackle of green behind his eyes has him relenting. Cutting his tongue to flick over the wounds like he'd been taught, sitting back on Locus' hips. Though his skin is flushed and his eyes are bright- his face is relatively flat. Calm.

Delta's taken over for the moment to keep Taylor from doing anything he'd regret. "...Are you unwell?"