( frelling. there's that word again. such an oddly charming expletive. cute, even.
felix genuinely has no preference. floor, bed, whatever. he'll fuck in a dirty alley if it's convenient for him, sober or tanked. he releases crais' hair, dropping his hand to his shoulder, and hauls him up along with him as he rocks off the chair onto his feet.
he tilts his head toward him, curling his tongue under his top lip. )
Allow me.
( down on his knees, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of crais' trousers and pitching the fabric down his hips as he goes. he's methodic about it, practiced, like they're in the field and he's stripping crais to check for an injury. politely sets his trousers aside, then turns his face against his thigh and snags skin and muscle with his teeth, digging in hard. lots of arteries in the thighs, in a normal human. felix knows every one by heart and approximately how long it would take for someone to bleed out if severed or punctured. he wonders if crais' veins branch in a similar pattern.
he stops just short of breaking skin, one more mottled bruise to add to the list. crais responds prettily to biting. felix has already catalogued that away in his head as important information, good to know for later when he has his dick inside him. )
no subject
felix genuinely has no preference. floor, bed, whatever. he'll fuck in a dirty alley if it's convenient for him, sober or tanked. he releases crais' hair, dropping his hand to his shoulder, and hauls him up along with him as he rocks off the chair onto his feet.
he tilts his head toward him, curling his tongue under his top lip. )
Allow me.
( down on his knees, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of crais' trousers and pitching the fabric down his hips as he goes. he's methodic about it, practiced, like they're in the field and he's stripping crais to check for an injury. politely sets his trousers aside, then turns his face against his thigh and snags skin and muscle with his teeth, digging in hard. lots of arteries in the thighs, in a normal human. felix knows every one by heart and approximately how long it would take for someone to bleed out if severed or punctured. he wonders if crais' veins branch in a similar pattern.
he stops just short of breaking skin, one more mottled bruise to add to the list. crais responds prettily to biting. felix has already catalogued that away in his head as important information, good to know for later when he has his dick inside him. )