( he pivots to face him, half-obscured behind tendrils of smoke. easier to study him with some measure of distance between them, when felix isn't at risk of crossing lines like touching his lips with his tongue and blowing smoke into his goddamn mouth. he looks at the cut of ephemera in his rig, the tangle of his dark hair. he'd called him pretty in the arena. heat of the moment, thinking with his dick. you're pretty like this, on top of me, under me. pretty like this, scars and all.
he taps ash from his cigarette, almost thoughtful. )
no subject
( he pivots to face him, half-obscured behind tendrils of smoke. easier to study him with some measure of distance between them, when felix isn't at risk of crossing lines like touching his lips with his tongue and blowing smoke into his goddamn mouth. he looks at the cut of ephemera in his rig, the tangle of his dark hair. he'd called him pretty in the arena. heat of the moment, thinking with his dick. you're pretty like this, on top of me, under me. pretty like this, scars and all.
he taps ash from his cigarette, almost thoughtful. )
All right. Next time.