[ Crais strongly suspects that between the slick, tight, heated grip of Felix's ass wrapped around his cock and that obnoxious voice in his ear, he's 'supposed' to lose control. He's supposed to tighten his hand further, or hit Felix or otherwise up the ante just a little bit more.
That isn't going to happen.
There are rules, here.
He loosens his grip on Felix's throat, enough for the guy to catch an actual breath or two and then turns his head toward the obscene mouth.]
You haven't come up.
[ Then closes his fingers again to cut off air and bites Felix' lower lip exactly hard enough to draw blood, before sliding his tongue over the bite marks.
no subject
That isn't going to happen.
There are rules, here.
He loosens his grip on Felix's throat, enough for the guy to catch an actual breath or two and then turns his head toward the obscene mouth.]
You haven't come up.
[ Then closes his fingers again to cut off air and bites Felix' lower lip exactly hard enough to draw blood, before sliding his tongue over the bite marks.
He doesn't move his hips at all. ]