"I don't know that I'd have had the courage to ask." He pressed their foreheads together, fingers sliding to the clasps along with Locus'. "Off. All of it, off."

He wanted miles and miles of skin on his desk and ignored the faint, put upon sigh on the other side of the door. Delta was capable of moving around his appointments and this? This needed reaffirming. Locus needed to know that no matter what; he was York's.

"On the desk facing me when we're done-"