( felix pulse kicks just once, chest hitching slightly. instinctive, the brain and body responding to the stimuli and threat of crais' hand around his throat. he leans into it instead of away from it, chasing the pressure, and sucks on crais' tongue before his teeth turn needle-sharp on his mouth, scraping his bottom lip unkindly. his hand twists, wrapping his hair tight around his knuckles and angling his head further back in an urgent tug.

it exposes the length of crais' throat, puts his face nearly parallel with the ceiling, and grants felix full leverage and control over his mouth, his neck. he finds his pulse again, sinking his teeth into him until he tastes a faint hint of copper and unfurls his tongue into the mark, feverish and red with abuse.

the hand between his thighs shifts deeper against his cock, then drifts away, nails dragging a path up to his navel. )

I want you on the ground. ( just like that, his mouth goes soft again, a kittenish lick near his ear, beneath the lobe. he wants him somewhere flat, spread out for felix's hands, so he can look at him as he fills himself to the brim. that's half the fun. ) Or the bed, I don't care. Gentleman's choice. I'm gonna sit on your dick until you can't fucking think.

( lesson one: felix talks, always. the best part about choking him, past hook-ups would say, is that it shuts him the fuck up. )