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NOTE: felix generally responds to everything in text, even voice or video calls. expect 90% of his replies to be text-based regardless of urgency.

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[ Crais takes a firm grip on Felix' hand in return. Not exceptionally hard, just very solidly there at a level he knows he can maintain and that has room to tighten or loosen, should he choose.

He doesn't even look down at the gun until Felix moves it for emphasis and even then it's brief before he looks back up and smirks, just a little. ]

I'm not stopping you from ejecting the ammo. As for holding it - I'd probably consider that my free hand is designated for your throat, so if you want your dick touched someone needs a hand free.

( so very contemptuous: )

You have two hands last I checked, you insufferable smartass. You're the one pushing this handholding shit.

( one for choking him, the other for doing whatever the fuck needs to be done, but felix also isn't letting go until he lets go first. he leaves his gun on his chest, knees squeezing his hips and digging in hard as he leans across crais and stretches for the bedstand. his pinky catches the rim of a decorative bowl, tipping it sideways. a colorful array of foil packets cascade from the bowl, pouring onto the floor, and felix snags one from mid-air between two fingers.

he sits back on crais' thighs, ripping the packet with his teeth and blowing the scrap of foil into the air. not a condom, just lube, squeezed slippery and cool into his palm. )

I'll just use your dick to get off, then.

[ See? Felix has a perfectly good read on Crais; insufferable smartass is accurate.]

But you aren't letting go, are you?

[ Neither is Crais. They might be locked together until the end of time - or until it stops serving Crais' purposes, which is not now.

He rakes his nails down from the base of Felix's throat to his naval, while the guy's fumbling around for lube. Hard enough, again, to raise red lines but not enough to be really satisfying, probably.

And outright laughs at that remark. ]

Using my dick to get off. How terrible. I don't know how how I'll survive it.

( it's enough to be somewhat satisfying, muscles in his abdomen reflexively twitching as crais' nails rake all the way down. he feels the burn of it nearest to his throat, his skin hot and flushing.

but that particular snippet of sarcasm receives a snort and exaggerated roll of his eyes. felix glides his hand over crais' thigh, between his legs to squeeze his fingers around his cock and strip him down with lube. he's thorough but quick, business-like, forming a loose fist that's not worth fucking into. )

You're absolutely right. Your wiseass mouth is probably better suited for it. Fucking cocksucker.

( crais is lucky he's pretty. )

Put your hand on my throat.

[ Crais trails his hand the last few inches, wraps around Felix's cock and without preamble sticks his thumbnail into the slit. ]

If you want to risk having it bitten off, you are welcome to take that option, but I really wouldn't recommend it.

[ His hackles are actually a bit up. Not in a serious way, but there are some edges showing there and it's the result not of the cocksucker comment but the order -

That he is not following.

Yet. ]

( oh, did that actually hit a little tiny nerve?

hard to tell for sure, especially when crais touches his cock and felix stops thinking entirely for a few short, electric seconds. he exhales sharply as his hips jerk into his hand, chasing the dry friction of his cock over crais' palm. )

You officer types. ( while crais turns his sharpened edges on him, felix's edges flip from scathing to soft and silky in a blink, his voice thick like honey between hitched breaths. he knocks the gun off his chest, onto the mattress next to crais' elbow, and grips him by the hair roughly. ) My bad, sir. You'd think after a decade of racking up demerits for insubordination I'd learn to respect my superiors, but I guess some lessons just don't stick no matter how many times you're beaten over the head with them.

( he hauls crais' upright, spreading his thighs and sliding closer to straddle him properly, settling his weight in his lap. the hand that was at his dick a few seconds earlier skims his chest, nails curving around his pec and raking his collar, nearly drawing blood. )

I came here to get fucked up, so fuck me up and put your goddamn hand around my neck. ( and then, with a little goading lick to his mouth: ) Captain.

[ Crais's expression shifts back to sharp again, even with the sting of nails dragging over his skin, and the way the heat of that and the hand in his hair goes straight to his cock.

Why? Because of the overt manipulation, combined with the order, and what that statement about wanting fucked up reveals. Particularly when it is sharply contrasted against 'always armed' and 'at least let me eject the mag' and what went into this meeting to start with.

He grabs Felix by the throat and grabs him hard - hard enough that there will be bruises and is cutting off air - but the placement and pressure are both very precisely controlled.

His other hand tightens around Felix's, in a grip that's not going to bruise but does grind bond against bone. Also deliberately decided and delivered.]

Respect isn't what you need to learn. [ Faint growl in his voice, but he's not actually angry. He is performing, now. ]

( 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.

[ 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.

He doesn't move his hips at all. ]

( takes a liar to know a liar, and crais is fucking lying.

it's a bullshit lie felix would laugh at, loudly and incredulously, if he had the air to spare; he already knows ephemera can't keep his name out of his mouth, that busybody motherfucker. the grip on his neck is purposeful, bruising, accompanied by a slow burn that spreads through his chest and lungs. he can hold his breath for two and a half minutes underwater without proper gear, but loss of air via strangulation – even controlled strangulation – spikes a rapid hitch in the heartrate that can't be trained out of existence. it's reflexive. it's human instinct. fight or flight.

he doesn't fight it, straining slightly against him to arch his cock against his abdomen, rub firmly into solid muscle and hot skin. fuck, he thinks, shuddering, and his hand returns to crais' hair to fist tightly like he can't quite help himself. he likes having the anchor, likes the response it gets from crais when he pulls hard. likes how soft his hair is, too.

he thinks, briefly, about a condom, but they're not even the same species so who gives a fuck. felix wants him bare. alien-killer to alien-fucker, apparently. what would his co say if he were still alive.

typical, maybe.

crais won't have to wait long. felix shoves into him, angling him back enough that he can get good leverage on top of him and position himself correctly, hips twitching to a shuddering halt with the head of crais' cock pressed against his rim. then he eases down onto him, slow and loosely relaxed, muscled heat opening up around the shiny-slick width of crais' cock. he could've fingered himself slippery and wet to make the slide even easier, but this is good, too, being spread open all at once. more than good. )

[ The only two thoughts in Crais' head between the hand in his hair and the way Felix is sinking down onto his cock are 'oh fuck yes' and making sure he does not tighten either hand any further than they already are.

If he did something really dangerous in here, Cyram would teleport in just to kick his ass into next year, and that is especially true of anything evenly loosely classed under breath play.

He'd deserve it.

His hips arch up and push deeper into the heat and friction with a soft snarl that pulls his lips back away from his teeth.

He keeps his hand around Felix's throat but loosens it just a little. Enough for Felix to breathe, but not so much that he can't dig his thumbnail into that spot on Felix's throat that the pulse is closest to the skin. Not so close he can't feel the swallow.

It's intoxicating in a way. Arousing, erotic, and... a kind of emotional and mental release for him to just fuck.]

( 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. )

[ Dominant Masochist - if only because of insecurity and paranoia and being dysfunctional as a person and a total control freak - meet the Submissive Sadist (and masochist).

This isn't new to Crais. It isn't even the most extreme thing he's done for someone who needed it. Recognizing that doesn't mean he is doing anything he doesn't want to do - like engage in things that are really dangerous, deliberately or through loss of control- but he's not uncomfortable with letting Felix have control and make demands.

He relaxes back into the bed when he's pinned down by the elbow and his hair is yanked harder. His cock gets harder inside Felix with a heated throb. He lets his arm go back and get pinned down without resistance and ignores the thumb sliding in against his palm.

He bites back into the kiss, drawing just enough blood to flavor both of their mouths with copper.

He also tightens his hand around Felix's throat again, cutting off air, and accompanies that by grinding up into Felix.]

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