[ wash grips locus' shoulder tightly as he strokes them both, feeling the way the heat curls over his skin. he doesn't expect this to last long, not with what he wants. there's a feeling that he hasn't felt in a while - an edge of violence, but he's cautious enough to not let that loose.
he raises his head after a moment, looking at locus, at the scars that cross over his face as he moves his hand. his other hand moves, fingers sliding up along the side of his neck so his thumb can touch locus' bottom lip again. ]
Was this what you kept staring at me for?
[ back when he thought locus was just a vicious mercenary and not a murderer. that intense stare he could feel through helmets in the fed base. ]
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he raises his head after a moment, looking at locus, at the scars that cross over his face as he moves his hand. his other hand moves, fingers sliding up along the side of his neck so his thumb can touch locus' bottom lip again. ]
Was this what you kept staring at me for?
[ back when he thought locus was just a vicious mercenary and not a murderer. that intense stare he could feel through helmets in the fed base. ]