( here is where felix would normally control the momentum of the scene, but he's already losing his mind, and the most he can manage is riding the adrenaline spike to the messy end. he angles his body against ephemera's front, crowding close, and ruts into him, following a wild, instinctive rhythm. unrestrained chaos to ephemera's unexpected calm.
his hand twists where they're joined at the hips, dragging his thumb along a vein on ephemera's cock and circling his slit, shiny-wet with oil. his fingers are long and thin, deft as the rest of him, and while he can't jerk them both off as easily as someone like sam might, he keeps them fixed together as he rocks into him. the slippery, frictious slide of their bodies so close is enough to get them off. he wants to feel him. he wants more than this.
ephemera's hand on the back of his neck only partially succeeds in keeping his mind from wandering to a dangerously rocky precipice. i'd let you. fuck. what is he doing.
his hand drags free of ephemera's hair, loosely circling his throat and angling his thumb under his jaw, pushing his head back for felix's descending mouth. he licks a smear of blood from his chin, all the way to his bottom lip, breath fanning hot and ragged against him. )
Fuck. You're so fucking pretty like this. ( hot and tight, close to a breathy whine. can't shut the fuck up. can't take that back, either. he would've killed this man a hundred times over, and now he's curled into his lap, letting him touch his fucking implant like it's nothing, like he lets anyone do it. felix rubs his thumb over ephemera's lip, hooking over his teeth to coax his mouth open and licking deep, chasing the metallic tang of blood. )
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his hand twists where they're joined at the hips, dragging his thumb along a vein on ephemera's cock and circling his slit, shiny-wet with oil. his fingers are long and thin, deft as the rest of him, and while he can't jerk them both off as easily as someone like sam might, he keeps them fixed together as he rocks into him. the slippery, frictious slide of their bodies so close is enough to get them off. he wants to feel him. he wants more than this.
ephemera's hand on the back of his neck only partially succeeds in keeping his mind from wandering to a dangerously rocky precipice. i'd let you. fuck. what is he doing.
his hand drags free of ephemera's hair, loosely circling his throat and angling his thumb under his jaw, pushing his head back for felix's descending mouth. he licks a smear of blood from his chin, all the way to his bottom lip, breath fanning hot and ragged against him. )
Fuck. You're so fucking pretty like this. ( hot and tight, close to a breathy whine. can't shut the fuck up. can't take that back, either. he would've killed this man a hundred times over, and now he's curled into his lap, letting him touch his fucking implant like it's nothing, like he lets anyone do it. felix rubs his thumb over ephemera's lip, hooking over his teeth to coax his mouth open and licking deep, chasing the metallic tang of blood. )