Weiler turned to leave a small kiss on Locke's arm before sliding back down, taking his arousal in his free hand and stroking it in even, tight strokes - nothing too surprising or unexpected. They had been through more harrowing situations than this by far, both alone and together, but Weiler was humbled by the trust that Locke was putting in his hands, as he was with a great many things Locke had given him over the past year. There was something incredibly vulnerable in opening up this much for somebody.

He moved the first finger around, taking note of all the finely-tuned reactions in Locke's body until Locke had clearly gotten used to the sensation of intrusion. It happened quickly; it wasn't until the stretch that most people turned tail, but then again, there were those few that found the feeling pleasurable, as well.

"Tell me if you don't like it, Rhys," he said softly, nudging the second finger in alongside the first. Outside the privacy of this bedroom, the sound from the streets was getting a little louder. They had to be nearing the last ten or so minute stretch of the closing year.