That scrape of nails tingles, burns under the skin. They've shared fresh blood between them and that shared sense of feeling is stronger than ever. He can smell it on him, and he wants--

He wants him pleased. He wants him to stay, to continue to be pleased, and Locus himself is not unaffected in all this. Against his mouth he growls.

"Tell me what you desire."

While a hand sinks down and grasps the firm curve of his ass.