[ Maybe it's because he's built differently and will never be more than he is. Maybe it's just because it's Locus and everything to do with Locus is ultimately at least a little bit of a turn on. Whatever the case, as much as he's enjoying being undressed by him—it's stupid but he is, possibly because it makes him feel a little bit like a present that someone actually wants—it's nothing compared to when he just picks him up and deposits him onto the bed. The show of strength is extremely arousing and it just makes him more impatient.
What were they talking about? Felix doesn't fucking know or care. ]
Sam. [ His hands slide over Locus' bare shoulders and he tries, though admittedly not very hard, not to groan in appreciation at feeling the flex and constriction of his muscles under his palms. ] I want you—
[ There's a continuation of this thought, but it gets jumbled up in wanting everything at once. To say nothing of how distracting his mouth is. He squirms under him, half bucking his hips and half just trying to feel more of Locus' body against his own. His fingers curl until it's fingernails instead of fingerpads raking over Locus' back. ]
Kiss me. [ Locus' hair gets an urgent tug. ] Your mouth please right now thank you.
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What were they talking about? Felix doesn't fucking know or care. ]
Sam. [ His hands slide over Locus' bare shoulders and he tries, though admittedly not very hard, not to groan in appreciation at feeling the flex and constriction of his muscles under his palms. ] I want you—
[ There's a continuation of this thought, but it gets jumbled up in wanting everything at once. To say nothing of how distracting his mouth is. He squirms under him, half bucking his hips and half just trying to feel more of Locus' body against his own. His fingers curl until it's fingernails instead of fingerpads raking over Locus' back. ]
Kiss me. [ Locus' hair gets an urgent tug. ] Your mouth please right now thank you.