( oh, did that actually hit a little tiny nerve?

hard to tell for sure, especially when crais touches his cock and felix stops thinking entirely for a few short, electric seconds. he exhales sharply as his hips jerk into his hand, chasing the dry friction of his cock over crais' palm. )

You officer types. ( while crais turns his sharpened edges on him, felix's edges flip from scathing to soft and silky in a blink, his voice thick like honey between hitched breaths. he knocks the gun off his chest, onto the mattress next to crais' elbow, and grips him by the hair roughly. ) My bad, sir. You'd think after a decade of racking up demerits for insubordination I'd learn to respect my superiors, but I guess some lessons just don't stick no matter how many times you're beaten over the head with them.

( he hauls crais' upright, spreading his thighs and sliding closer to straddle him properly, settling his weight in his lap. the hand that was at his dick a few seconds earlier skims his chest, nails curving around his pec and raking his collar, nearly drawing blood. )

I came here to get fucked up, so fuck me up and put your goddamn hand around my neck. ( and then, with a little goading lick to his mouth: ) Captain.