He's not worried about that- he doesn't even know he has to worry about it yet. Right now it's all- new. Sharper, sweeter, brighter- he moans against Locus' lips and drags a hand down to catch at the hem of his shirt, fingers slipping underneath to scrape up his ribs like he'd done not long ago. Mirror and repeat- that works with new partners.

But this is- he's so warm. All over, so warm, skin so smooth save for the wiry curl of hair and he smells like spice and heat and the bitter tang of salt from the club.