( crais' grip around his throat slackens but the idle threat remains, his hummingbird pulse caged neatly beneath his thumb. it's a maddening tease, not one he'd normally tolerate in most casual encounters, and felix nearly tightens his hand in his hair to breathlessly demand that he do it again, harder. the impulse dies when crais shifts his hips, slots his cock deeper, thoroughly filling him. felix arches his shoulders and tilts his head back in response, straining his throat into crais' palm until he feels the weight of it against his windpipe.
he stares at the ceiling, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. )
Fuck. ( his voice is tight, hot. every thought in his head deafens into a shrill decibel he can't understand. there's just the churning ache of being fucked open, clenching down on crais' cock as his thighs squeeze around him and his hips stutter into jerky stillness. better than whiskey sometimes, how naturally he lets this shit fuck him up.
his inaction is temporary, a fluttering moment to wholly appreciate the deep seat of his cock inside him. he braces his elbow on crais' shoulder, anchoring him by the hair, then tilts his mouth toward him and drags his teeth over his tongue before he kisses him hard. almost always in motion, especially here, leveraging his weight into his chest and following the momentum down; he shoves crais' back flush to the bed and pins his hand, still entwined in felix's hand, above his head and flexes his thumb into his palm. )
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he stares at the ceiling, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. )
Fuck. ( his voice is tight, hot. every thought in his head deafens into a shrill decibel he can't understand. there's just the churning ache of being fucked open, clenching down on crais' cock as his thighs squeeze around him and his hips stutter into jerky stillness. better than whiskey sometimes, how naturally he lets this shit fuck him up.
his inaction is temporary, a fluttering moment to wholly appreciate the deep seat of his cock inside him. he braces his elbow on crais' shoulder, anchoring him by the hair, then tilts his mouth toward him and drags his teeth over his tongue before he kisses him hard. almost always in motion, especially here, leveraging his weight into his chest and following the momentum down; he shoves crais' back flush to the bed and pins his hand, still entwined in felix's hand, above his head and flexes his thumb into his palm. )