( it's enough to be somewhat satisfying, muscles in his abdomen reflexively twitching as crais' nails rake all the way down. he feels the burn of it nearest to his throat, his skin hot and flushing.

but that particular snippet of sarcasm receives a snort and exaggerated roll of his eyes. felix glides his hand over crais' thigh, between his legs to squeeze his fingers around his cock and strip him down with lube. he's thorough but quick, business-like, forming a loose fist that's not worth fucking into. )

You're absolutely right. Your wiseass mouth is probably better suited for it. Fucking cocksucker.

( crais is lucky he's pretty. )

Put your hand on my throat.