( barely a shiver, but at this distance, felix feels it beat through crais like a pulse. not weakness, not exactly, but an opening, a thread of tension he can exploit with his tongue and mouth. fucking is as primeval as fighting and killing, a fused and ancient trinity in every universe, so he follows the thread back down crais' neck once he releases his bottom lip and drags his teeth into him sharply, hard enough to bruise. )
Don't give a fuck. ( about crais touching his scars, he means. he licks into the underside of his jaw, doesn't pull back to speak clearly; his words come leisured and muffled between them, against crais' skin. ) Just not the one on the back of my neck.
( the rest of them, doesn't matter. each one has a memory that felix mercilessly culled from his mind a long time ago. the implant in his neck is just sensitive and the easiest way to incapacitate him when he's not in his rig; a physical vulnerability, unattached to emotion.
his hand eases past his split fly, accompanied by a slow grind of his palm against his cock. the gun is more of an annoyance than a comfort right now. felix gingerly sets it on the arm of the chair, barrel faced away from their bodies, then busies himself with sliding crais' hair free of the binding. he grabs a silky fistful close to his scalp and jerks his head back as he shifts over him to kiss him again. )
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Don't give a fuck. ( about crais touching his scars, he means. he licks into the underside of his jaw, doesn't pull back to speak clearly; his words come leisured and muffled between them, against crais' skin. ) Just not the one on the back of my neck.
( the rest of them, doesn't matter. each one has a memory that felix mercilessly culled from his mind a long time ago. the implant in his neck is just sensitive and the easiest way to incapacitate him when he's not in his rig; a physical vulnerability, unattached to emotion.
his hand eases past his split fly, accompanied by a slow grind of his palm against his cock. the gun is more of an annoyance than a comfort right now. felix gingerly sets it on the arm of the chair, barrel faced away from their bodies, then busies himself with sliding crais' hair free of the binding. he grabs a silky fistful close to his scalp and jerks his head back as he shifts over him to kiss him again. )