This he knows how to do. It's been almost a goddamn decade, but he remembers how to relax around the intrusion, keep his tongue up tight against the underside, and power through any gag reflex he might have left. Down, down, until his nose is buried in the curls at the base of Locus' cock, eyes bright and wicked and so, so damn pleased. All of him. He's got all of him down and he can stay here, casually swallowing around Locus, until he feels like popping off.

Because he doesn't NEED to breathe anymore. How 'bout that? He smooths his hands down Locus' thighs, nails digging in to drag up in a slow scrape from knee to groin.