Uttered even as the scrape has his toes curling. Damn. If he had a pulse, it'd be racing. As it is, that need is less throbbing and more writhing, fluid, sinuous, curling tighter and tighter as he sucks and bobs, and as Locus pulls him in.
Just like that. Just...
He lets those floodgates unlock themselves, pouring the sensations back towards York. Letting him feel as he does, how very close he is.
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Uttered even as the scrape has his toes curling. Damn. If he had a pulse, it'd be racing. As it is, that need is less throbbing and more writhing, fluid, sinuous, curling tighter and tighter as he sucks and bobs, and as Locus pulls him in.
Just like that. Just...
He lets those floodgates unlock themselves, pouring the sensations back towards York. Letting him feel as he does, how very close he is.