( respect, actual self-control and discipline instead of the house of cards he's built up around himself, what it means to be humbled. whatever. he's not learning any of it regardless of what it is, and he gets what he wants, anyway: crais' hand around his throat, squeezing on bone and muscle. his pulse beats sharp against crais' palm, chest fluttering on a quick inhale that doesn't quite reach his lungs.
his hand drags back into crais' hair, teeth on his bottom lip. fuck if he doesn't like that growl, too. he doesn't know or care if it's a performance, doesn't even think about it, barreling down a quick slope into thoughtlessness and instinct. move. touch. kiss. fuck. ride his goddamn dick. chase the high until he hits the sun and crashes back to earth.
he curls against crais' body, lifting himself on his knees and pressing flush to his chest, cock caught against his abdomen. a little more complicated doing all of this one-handed, but crais has an iron grip on his hand, and felix isn't about to squirm away from it. one more sharp tug to crais' hair, then he releases him, guiding crais' cock to the snug cleft of his ass with slick, sticky fingers.
his knees close tight into crais' hips, a grinding vise keeping him stable and steady. he doesn't do anything else, doesn't fuck down on him yet, just rolls his hips and focuses on the wet slide of crais' cock against him. )
Did Ephemera not tell you? ( his voice comes soft, throttled into an airy pitch under pressure. it'll be hard to say anything soon. felix watches him through a dark sliver in his lashes and rubs his nose along his jaw, tongue curling under his earlobe. ) I'm a slow learner.
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his hand drags back into crais' hair, teeth on his bottom lip. fuck if he doesn't like that growl, too. he doesn't know or care if it's a performance, doesn't even think about it, barreling down a quick slope into thoughtlessness and instinct. move. touch. kiss. fuck. ride his goddamn dick. chase the high until he hits the sun and crashes back to earth.
he curls against crais' body, lifting himself on his knees and pressing flush to his chest, cock caught against his abdomen. a little more complicated doing all of this one-handed, but crais has an iron grip on his hand, and felix isn't about to squirm away from it. one more sharp tug to crais' hair, then he releases him, guiding crais' cock to the snug cleft of his ass with slick, sticky fingers.
his knees close tight into crais' hips, a grinding vise keeping him stable and steady. he doesn't do anything else, doesn't fuck down on him yet, just rolls his hips and focuses on the wet slide of crais' cock against him. )
Did Ephemera not tell you? ( his voice comes soft, throttled into an airy pitch under pressure. it'll be hard to say anything soon. felix watches him through a dark sliver in his lashes and rubs his nose along his jaw, tongue curling under his earlobe. ) I'm a slow learner.