Like this it's easy to drift. To let the steady thrust of Locus' cock in and out of his mouth lull him into that quiet, sweet place in the back of his mind even Delta can't quite reach. It's good, hot and gliding, lips slick and puffy and stretched wide around him and all he can taste, all he can smell? Is Locus. Not the blood that keeps them this warm and alive; just. Him.

Whoever he'd been before imprinted on his skin forever.

Then there's a click, a switch flipped and it's almost like a mouth on his cock, like pleasure pooling tight and hot and sudden in the pit of his stomach and he gags around Locus for his moaning. He pulls off with a wet pop, panting against his ribs as his hips hitch against the metal of the machine, trying to steady himself enough to finish. "Cheater-"