[ It's threat upon threat, at this point, but Locus has ceased to care about the danger presented. That, or some part of him is riding high at the thought of it. He could shift his grip and seriously injure him. He could move his finger to the trigger and pull.
But the coil of his fingers feels like encouragement. Washington hasn't pulled the gun away yet, and Locus gives it another long, searching swipe of his tongue. Then another. It doesn't taste any better now, but he doesn't really care about that right now, either.
He does, however, lift his hips ever so slightly against Washington's hand. Come on, give him something. Anything. This...madness that's fallen over him demands it. ]
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But the coil of his fingers feels like encouragement. Washington hasn't pulled the gun away yet, and Locus gives it another long, searching swipe of his tongue. Then another. It doesn't taste any better now, but he doesn't really care about that right now, either.
He does, however, lift his hips ever so slightly against Washington's hand. Come on, give him something. Anything. This...madness that's fallen over him demands it. ]