"Little warning-" Would've been nice, but there's no resentment. Just. Shuddering gasps against Locus' hip as he adjusts to the new wave of stimulation. But he's not about to complain. Not when he can bear down with his lips and suck him in and feel that happening just as much as Locus.

Not when he can stare up the long line of his body and start humming, his hands fisted in the fabric of Locus' slacks. Too much and almost enough and god, he needs. He aches and he's almost, almost there-