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I'd like you to come to me, yes. We'll figure something out. Without stabbing.
There are loose plans; just nothing set in stone.
There are loose plans; just nothing set in stone.
[ He doesn't answer right away. He's actually thinking about it. ]
Maybe.
Maybe.
[ Well. He doesn't like Tucker. And Tucker is the one who threw the frag. So. ]
I have nothing to say to Washington. That isn't necessary.
I have nothing to say to Washington. That isn't necessary.
Edited (whatever. i wanted to add more) 2016-12-29 03:57 (UTC)
[ And Locus appreciates that in his Locus kind of way. ]
I do not require his help. Nor is it something we need to discuss right now. This is all hypothetical, as it is.
I do not require his help. Nor is it something we need to discuss right now. This is all hypothetical, as it is.
The effort isn't going unappreciated or unnoticed.
Is that the kind of appreciation you're already having?
[ HE'S ON TO YOU, BUDDY. ]
[ HE'S ON TO YOU, BUDDY. ]
No. But I thought if you were in a good enough mood after all that appreciation to feel like having fun we could go have some. There's nothing like watching a bunch of asshole run away screaming from a cat.
[ Get with the program, Locus. This is like remorseless killer date night 101. ]
[ Get with the program, Locus. This is like remorseless killer date night 101. ]
[ Again, he doesn't respond for a few minutes. ]
All right.
All right.
[ It's small moments like these that Locus doesn't know how to take. Felix can hide himself if he wishes, but then there are times he's terrible at it and Locus can see emotions flicker across his face before he can wrestle himself under control. Like there's still parts of Isaac in there that haven't been completely and utterly warped. In those moments, he can't help but wonder if Felix looks at him and sees if there's anything left of Sam.
He won't ask, though. He can't. Wouldn't even know how to do such a thing. And knows it would just wind up turning into an argument because Locus wouldn't know how to phrase it right and Felix would take it as a slight. There's so much work to be done between them. Sometimes he wonders if they'll even cover a fraction of that.
Not right now, though. Surprisingly, he's being led by far more carnal thoughts. Which, while isn't something entirely new, it's something that's been dormant for a long time.
Locus wets his lips without even realizing what he's done as he watches Felix beneath him. All at once a million things and not one single thing flit through his mind. It's the strangest feeling and he doesn't think he could quite describe it if anyone asked him. Mentally shaking himself out of that momentary pause, he pushes himself up off the floor and from on top of Felix. It's such an easy thing to hold his hand out to help him up that he doesn't even think about it. ]
I don't doubt it.
[ Once Felix is up, Locus lets go and makes for the stairs. If he stalls or starts thinking too much, he'll talk himself out of this. And, he's pretty certain that's something he doesn't want to do. So, he doesn't falter. He walks as sure as he does when he has a purpose right to the bathroom, snapping on the light and followed by turning the water on. While it heats, he begins to disrobe; it's not seductive in nature, yet he's not meticulous about the clothes. They land where they fall and by the time he's completely naked, the flagging erection from walking and distance isn't so flagging any longer.
He pays it no mind and just steps into the shower to acclimate himself to the heat of the water. He hisses softly as the water moves over his cock, but he restrains himself from doing anything about it. Not like it's the first time he's purposely ignored arousal of any kind, probably won't be the last. Likely he should probably say something, but considering he doesn't really know what to say, he just turns an expectant look toward Felix. ]
He won't ask, though. He can't. Wouldn't even know how to do such a thing. And knows it would just wind up turning into an argument because Locus wouldn't know how to phrase it right and Felix would take it as a slight. There's so much work to be done between them. Sometimes he wonders if they'll even cover a fraction of that.
Not right now, though. Surprisingly, he's being led by far more carnal thoughts. Which, while isn't something entirely new, it's something that's been dormant for a long time.
Locus wets his lips without even realizing what he's done as he watches Felix beneath him. All at once a million things and not one single thing flit through his mind. It's the strangest feeling and he doesn't think he could quite describe it if anyone asked him. Mentally shaking himself out of that momentary pause, he pushes himself up off the floor and from on top of Felix. It's such an easy thing to hold his hand out to help him up that he doesn't even think about it. ]
I don't doubt it.
[ Once Felix is up, Locus lets go and makes for the stairs. If he stalls or starts thinking too much, he'll talk himself out of this. And, he's pretty certain that's something he doesn't want to do. So, he doesn't falter. He walks as sure as he does when he has a purpose right to the bathroom, snapping on the light and followed by turning the water on. While it heats, he begins to disrobe; it's not seductive in nature, yet he's not meticulous about the clothes. They land where they fall and by the time he's completely naked, the flagging erection from walking and distance isn't so flagging any longer.
He pays it no mind and just steps into the shower to acclimate himself to the heat of the water. He hisses softly as the water moves over his cock, but he restrains himself from doing anything about it. Not like it's the first time he's purposely ignored arousal of any kind, probably won't be the last. Likely he should probably say something, but considering he doesn't really know what to say, he just turns an expectant look toward Felix. ]
[ Felix isn't a hundred percent clear on where they're going or what he has in mind, though it doesn't really matter. Whatever Locus wants to do anywhere he wants to do it is fine with him. He isn't completely tasteless and trashy where sex is concerned, whatever anyone might say about him, but he's happy to cast aside any and all standards or preferences for the opportunity to finally have some kind of sexual physical contact with Locus. It's probably desperate and pathetic, but quite frankly, he doesn't care about that either.
Much as he doesn't want it to happen, he's expecting Locus to change his mind by the time they get upstairs, so it's an extremely pleasant surprise to be led into the bathroom and see him start to undress without any hesitation. If this is what some eggnog and tree decorating results in, Felix thinks with slightly hysterical glee, they're going to do it every goddamn month.
It's without a hint of shame that Felix watches him get naked. He's seen Locus in so may various stages of undress, but this is different. Very different, he realixes, when Locus turns and he sees that he's hard. The rush of some inexplicable feeling stronger than simple arousal momentarily blanks his mind, drives out everything and leaves him standing there staring in open hunger. It's only when he senses Locus looking at him that he snaps his gaze up to his face.
He winces a little sheepishly at being caught just standing around like an idiot and hastily yanks off his shirt. If he thought Locus would appreciate it, he'd make a show out of it, but he doubts he would and the lingering fear that Locus will change his mind prevents him from dawdling. His pants follow, kicked off to join the shirt on the floor. The boxers go a moment later.
And as he unexpectedly discovers, there's nothing quite as embarrassing as getting an invitation to join the man he's been fantasizing about for almost half his life in the shower for sexual purposes and having a limp dick.
It's not for lack of interest. If lust was capable of overcoming biology, Felix would likely spend ninety-five percent of his life sporting an erection because of Locus. But he isn't as young as he used to be and he can't recover that quickly. Not even the sight of Locus' cock hard and glistening with water from the shower can get his own up. And trust that Felix has been wondering what Locus looks like hard for as long as he's known him. ]
Sam. [ Reassurance that he's interested probably isn't necessary, but as Felix steps into the shower, he finds himself trying to make up for his uncooperative dick anyway. There isn't a huge amount of room in here, which is all the encouragement he needs to skim his hand over Locus' hip. ] If this isn't an invitation to suck you off, I need you to tell me right now. Otherwise I'm not going to be capable of thinking of anything else.
Much as he doesn't want it to happen, he's expecting Locus to change his mind by the time they get upstairs, so it's an extremely pleasant surprise to be led into the bathroom and see him start to undress without any hesitation. If this is what some eggnog and tree decorating results in, Felix thinks with slightly hysterical glee, they're going to do it every goddamn month.
It's without a hint of shame that Felix watches him get naked. He's seen Locus in so may various stages of undress, but this is different. Very different, he realixes, when Locus turns and he sees that he's hard. The rush of some inexplicable feeling stronger than simple arousal momentarily blanks his mind, drives out everything and leaves him standing there staring in open hunger. It's only when he senses Locus looking at him that he snaps his gaze up to his face.
He winces a little sheepishly at being caught just standing around like an idiot and hastily yanks off his shirt. If he thought Locus would appreciate it, he'd make a show out of it, but he doubts he would and the lingering fear that Locus will change his mind prevents him from dawdling. His pants follow, kicked off to join the shirt on the floor. The boxers go a moment later.
And as he unexpectedly discovers, there's nothing quite as embarrassing as getting an invitation to join the man he's been fantasizing about for almost half his life in the shower for sexual purposes and having a limp dick.
It's not for lack of interest. If lust was capable of overcoming biology, Felix would likely spend ninety-five percent of his life sporting an erection because of Locus. But he isn't as young as he used to be and he can't recover that quickly. Not even the sight of Locus' cock hard and glistening with water from the shower can get his own up. And trust that Felix has been wondering what Locus looks like hard for as long as he's known him. ]
Sam. [ Reassurance that he's interested probably isn't necessary, but as Felix steps into the shower, he finds himself trying to make up for his uncooperative dick anyway. There isn't a huge amount of room in here, which is all the encouragement he needs to skim his hand over Locus' hip. ] If this isn't an invitation to suck you off, I need you to tell me right now. Otherwise I'm not going to be capable of thinking of anything else.
[ Well, to be fair, it's not the first time Locus has caught Felix standing around like an idiot and absorbed in his own world. Not really the first time he's caught Felix staring at him like that, either. It's still a little strange and no matter how often he looks at himself in the mirror, he just doesn't see whatever it is that Felix thinks he sees.
That Felix doesn't dawdle is good, because while Locus might not be on the verge of saying no to what's currently happening, he might. Locus isn't the sort to play games no matter the situation, so he thinks that might extend to this, too. Maybe not. Maybe were he in a more giving mood, he might appreciate Felix making some sort of spectacle of himself solely for Locus' enjoyment. Something for another day, at least.
Once Felix is in with him, Locus pulls the curtain closed. Now things feel a little too real and he's wondering just what he was thinking. There's a split second where he wonders if he should stop this, but it passes. He's always passing on everything related to his own wellbeing and personal feelings. He needs to keep working on it. On everything. So, he doesn't tell Felix to get out, nor does Locus leave. In fact, one of the main reasons he doesn't react negatively is remembering what happened downstairs and why they're here in the first place. He doesn't think poorly over Felix's current state of non-arousal compared to his own. They're not teenagers anymore in spite of how they argue like them often.
That touch of Felix's hand against his hip makes his muscle twitch and unconsciously he wets his lips. This, right here and now, is some sort of turning point. He can recognize that still. A hand lifts and he mirrors the touch to Felix's side but drops his hand away. ]
Go ahead.
[ It's the best he can do; he's not much for sweet-talk. ]
That Felix doesn't dawdle is good, because while Locus might not be on the verge of saying no to what's currently happening, he might. Locus isn't the sort to play games no matter the situation, so he thinks that might extend to this, too. Maybe not. Maybe were he in a more giving mood, he might appreciate Felix making some sort of spectacle of himself solely for Locus' enjoyment. Something for another day, at least.
Once Felix is in with him, Locus pulls the curtain closed. Now things feel a little too real and he's wondering just what he was thinking. There's a split second where he wonders if he should stop this, but it passes. He's always passing on everything related to his own wellbeing and personal feelings. He needs to keep working on it. On everything. So, he doesn't tell Felix to get out, nor does Locus leave. In fact, one of the main reasons he doesn't react negatively is remembering what happened downstairs and why they're here in the first place. He doesn't think poorly over Felix's current state of non-arousal compared to his own. They're not teenagers anymore in spite of how they argue like them often.
That touch of Felix's hand against his hip makes his muscle twitch and unconsciously he wets his lips. This, right here and now, is some sort of turning point. He can recognize that still. A hand lifts and he mirrors the touch to Felix's side but drops his hand away. ]
Go ahead.
[ It's the best he can do; he's not much for sweet-talk. ]
[ It's probably the most unenthusiastic acceptance of an offer to give a blowjob that he's ever gotten. Felix isn't expecting effusive excitement from Locus by any means, but it sounds more like he's telling him to get on with shining his shoes than sucking his cock. He blinks, a little taken aback, though whether it's the delivery or that Locus has said yes at all is impossible to determine.
There's an art to giving excellent head and Felix prides himself on his skills in this area. But at the moment, he's a little uncertain how to proceed. The teasing seduction he would ordinarily begin with likely runs the risk of taking too long and making Locus change his mind. And even if it doesn't, Felix doesn't know if he would appreciate it. Locus likes efficiency. Maybe he wants him to hurry it up and get it over with.
He doesn't dither over it for long. That too runs the risk of cutting this short or worse, planting the seed in Locus' mind that this isn't something he wants to do in the first place. Which couldn't be further from the truth. Despite how much it irks his pride, Felix ignores the myriad possibilities that the canvas of Locus' body offers and sinks down onto his knees, the hand on Locus' hip now necessary for stabilizing himself. The bathtub—Acrylic? Fiberglass? Felix doesn't know what these old tubs are made from—is still cold and not overly comfortable under his knobby knees, but he shoves that and the thought that he's probably getting to old for this stuff out of his mind.
It's weirdly, stupidly daunting to be faced with Locus' cock after years of fantasizing about it. Felix looks at it for a moment, unconsciously committing the sight to memory, then gives himself a mental kick in the ass and wraps his free hand around it just beneath the head. His thumb absently rubs over the tip as he slides his palm along the shaft, getting a feel for it. He looks up, still sliding his hand up and down in long slow strokes, searching Locus' face for clues to what's going on behind his eyes. ]
All right so far? [ He doesn't need the reassurance; the day Felix loses his way around a dick is the day he needs to give up having sex. It's for Locus' benefit, reassurance that if he isn't enjoying it Felix will stop. ] Just tell me what works and what doesn't.
There's an art to giving excellent head and Felix prides himself on his skills in this area. But at the moment, he's a little uncertain how to proceed. The teasing seduction he would ordinarily begin with likely runs the risk of taking too long and making Locus change his mind. And even if it doesn't, Felix doesn't know if he would appreciate it. Locus likes efficiency. Maybe he wants him to hurry it up and get it over with.
He doesn't dither over it for long. That too runs the risk of cutting this short or worse, planting the seed in Locus' mind that this isn't something he wants to do in the first place. Which couldn't be further from the truth. Despite how much it irks his pride, Felix ignores the myriad possibilities that the canvas of Locus' body offers and sinks down onto his knees, the hand on Locus' hip now necessary for stabilizing himself. The bathtub—Acrylic? Fiberglass? Felix doesn't know what these old tubs are made from—is still cold and not overly comfortable under his knobby knees, but he shoves that and the thought that he's probably getting to old for this stuff out of his mind.
It's weirdly, stupidly daunting to be faced with Locus' cock after years of fantasizing about it. Felix looks at it for a moment, unconsciously committing the sight to memory, then gives himself a mental kick in the ass and wraps his free hand around it just beneath the head. His thumb absently rubs over the tip as he slides his palm along the shaft, getting a feel for it. He looks up, still sliding his hand up and down in long slow strokes, searching Locus' face for clues to what's going on behind his eyes. ]
All right so far? [ He doesn't need the reassurance; the day Felix loses his way around a dick is the day he needs to give up having sex. It's for Locus' benefit, reassurance that if he isn't enjoying it Felix will stop. ] Just tell me what works and what doesn't.
[ The longer Felix takes, the more Locus begins to doubt the idea of this being a good one. Maybe Felix is having second thoughts, too. Is this a good idea? Is this going to complicate things more? Could they even possibly be more complicated?? Locus doesn't really know and that still makes him feel off-kilter.
So lost in his own tangled web of thoughts, he doesn't realize that Felix goes down to his knees. He's shaken out of his momentary stupor when he feels the foreign touch of another hand on his cock. Locus lets out a drawn exhale to keep himself steady. It's just been so long since he's done this himself, let alone letting someone else do it for him. It's not the worst feeling in the world.
He doesn't answer right away when the question comes and instead he stares somewhere into the middle distance. Yes, this is strange. There's no way around that. But he can either let that bother him to the point of ending this. Or he can just let go and enjoy himself in the ways he should be.
But enjoyment comes so hard to a man like Locus.
So, he makes a decision to just approach this like he would any normal task. Not that he means to, but it's the best way to cope with a change he doesn't know how to make. He takes charge of the situation. ]
Isaac.
[ It's sharp but... there's something else there. Not as severe as it normally could have been, perhaps. And something else Locus hasn't quite named yet.
One hand shifts to Felix's head, settling on top where his longer hair is becoming slick from the water. It trails down so his fingers curl around the back of his ear and his thumb moves with a purpose over the hinge of his jaw. ]
Open your mouth.
So lost in his own tangled web of thoughts, he doesn't realize that Felix goes down to his knees. He's shaken out of his momentary stupor when he feels the foreign touch of another hand on his cock. Locus lets out a drawn exhale to keep himself steady. It's just been so long since he's done this himself, let alone letting someone else do it for him. It's not the worst feeling in the world.
He doesn't answer right away when the question comes and instead he stares somewhere into the middle distance. Yes, this is strange. There's no way around that. But he can either let that bother him to the point of ending this. Or he can just let go and enjoy himself in the ways he should be.
But enjoyment comes so hard to a man like Locus.
So, he makes a decision to just approach this like he would any normal task. Not that he means to, but it's the best way to cope with a change he doesn't know how to make. He takes charge of the situation. ]
Isaac.
[ It's sharp but... there's something else there. Not as severe as it normally could have been, perhaps. And something else Locus hasn't quite named yet.
One hand shifts to Felix's head, settling on top where his longer hair is becoming slick from the water. It trails down so his fingers curl around the back of his ear and his thumb moves with a purpose over the hinge of his jaw. ]
Open your mouth.
[ This going... Felix isn't sure. Locus is just standing there like he's trying to perfect his robot impression and that's the opposite of what they're going for here. There'd been a little reaction when he touched him! Felix knows he heard that exhaled breath and refuses to let himself be convinced that he imagined it. But Jesus Christ.
While Locus studies the water droplet patterns on the back of the shower or whatever the fuck he's doing, Felix internally flounders. Keep going? Stop? Pinch him and see if the pain brings him back to the present? That last one's tempting if only because Locus is either revolted by him, which is insulting, or pretending he's never had his dick touched, which is stupid. Goddamn it, would you just—
The bark of his name jolts him out of it and stills his hand. That's—Is it a reprimand to stop? He can't tell. Locus' voice sounds weird, but that could just be the acoustics of the bathroom. Or Felix slowly becoming traumatized by the fiasco of trying to perform a very simple task.
He almost snaps that he doesn't need any backseat blowjob advice. He knows how to do it, unlike some people. But something—more than likely it's the way Locus touches him, which comes as a surprise—makes him hold his tongue. Slowly, he opens his fingers, not jerking his hand back into his own space but releasing Locus' cock just the same. If he's reading him right, and by now he feels like that's a pretty big fucking if, he assumes he's going to need to get his hand out of the way. Then he opens his mouth as bid, feeling kind of stupid but willing to see where this is going. His eyebrows rise in what he hopes is a clear signal: Go ahead. ]
While Locus studies the water droplet patterns on the back of the shower or whatever the fuck he's doing, Felix internally flounders. Keep going? Stop? Pinch him and see if the pain brings him back to the present? That last one's tempting if only because Locus is either revolted by him, which is insulting, or pretending he's never had his dick touched, which is stupid. Goddamn it, would you just—
The bark of his name jolts him out of it and stills his hand. That's—Is it a reprimand to stop? He can't tell. Locus' voice sounds weird, but that could just be the acoustics of the bathroom. Or Felix slowly becoming traumatized by the fiasco of trying to perform a very simple task.
He almost snaps that he doesn't need any backseat blowjob advice. He knows how to do it, unlike some people. But something—more than likely it's the way Locus touches him, which comes as a surprise—makes him hold his tongue. Slowly, he opens his fingers, not jerking his hand back into his own space but releasing Locus' cock just the same. If he's reading him right, and by now he feels like that's a pretty big fucking if, he assumes he's going to need to get his hand out of the way. Then he opens his mouth as bid, feeling kind of stupid but willing to see where this is going. His eyebrows rise in what he hopes is a clear signal: Go ahead. ]
[ All right. This isn't terrible. Felix listens without complaint and that's a good sign. Locus isn't going to guide him completely, morbid curiosity has him wanting to know what Felix does when he's like this. But he has to have some measure of control. Why? He doesn't really know. Just that he needs it. Emotions and feelings—even positive ones, perhaps especially those—are difficult grounds for Locus to traverse. ( Maybe they weren't for Sam, but Locus doesn't remember who that is or things he felt. )
He moves forward slightly, his other hand moving around the base of his cock to guide it into Felix's mouth. Something like this has been even longer than a handjob. Felix's mouth is warm and slick and in spite of all the firmly gripped control, Locus feels the want for more. Experimentally he rolls his hips, just to test, just to see. He's not aiming to choke Felix, he's not aiming to fall either, though. Just the right amount of space has to be given. This will do for now.
The one hand not on Felix falls back to his side, the other gives a small nudge to the back of his head. Locus looks down at him and wets his lips, his tone low, heated. ]
Go on.
[ It's certainly not going to suck itself. ]
He moves forward slightly, his other hand moving around the base of his cock to guide it into Felix's mouth. Something like this has been even longer than a handjob. Felix's mouth is warm and slick and in spite of all the firmly gripped control, Locus feels the want for more. Experimentally he rolls his hips, just to test, just to see. He's not aiming to choke Felix, he's not aiming to fall either, though. Just the right amount of space has to be given. This will do for now.
The one hand not on Felix falls back to his side, the other gives a small nudge to the back of his head. Locus looks down at him and wets his lips, his tone low, heated. ]
Go on.
[ It's certainly not going to suck itself. ]
[ For just a second, he thinks Locus means to start fucking his mouth right out of the gate. That wouldn't be ideal—he hasn't done this in a while, a long while, and he's been operating on the assumption they were both going to work up to it—but he isn't about to stop it either. Discomfort can be borne. Fucking up actual sex with Locus cannot.
But he doesn't. And what he does do isn't terribly intrusive either. Felix flexes the muscle in his throat, loosening it up just in case.
Bossy, Felix thinks, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. He'd say it too, if he could, but now that Locus has committed this much, it would take some kind of natural disaster to get him to back off and start talking. Bossy is infinitely better than indifferent, even if there's a part of him that wants the absolute freedom to wow him with how good he is at this.
Felix has not been sucking cock over the course of his life for the express purpose of impressing Locus if he ever miraculously agreed to doing it. But he would also never be able to make the claim that it hasn't been a consideration in the back of his mind either.
He hums an affirmative acknowledgement of the direction, taking care to make the sound deeper than usual. Deeper sound, more vibration, and more vibration is better sensation. Rather than setting to immediately, Felix indulges himself in running his tongue over the head and dipping the tip of it into the slit. It's not enough to get an accurate idea of how Locus tastes but it's enough for the moment. Then he gets to work.
A few experimental passes of his mouth over his cock, lips tight to the shaft and tongue sliding along the vein, first to gauge how easy this is going to be, since finesse seems to not be on the schedule. Once he's comfortable, Felix tightens his grip on Locus' hip, deliberately digging his nails into his skin, and settles himself into a steady rhythm and consistent suction. The spray of the water makes it difficult to look up at him, so Felix gives that venture up almost immediately, closing his eyes and focusing on keeping his pace even and his teeth covered. ]
But he doesn't. And what he does do isn't terribly intrusive either. Felix flexes the muscle in his throat, loosening it up just in case.
Bossy, Felix thinks, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. He'd say it too, if he could, but now that Locus has committed this much, it would take some kind of natural disaster to get him to back off and start talking. Bossy is infinitely better than indifferent, even if there's a part of him that wants the absolute freedom to wow him with how good he is at this.
Felix has not been sucking cock over the course of his life for the express purpose of impressing Locus if he ever miraculously agreed to doing it. But he would also never be able to make the claim that it hasn't been a consideration in the back of his mind either.
He hums an affirmative acknowledgement of the direction, taking care to make the sound deeper than usual. Deeper sound, more vibration, and more vibration is better sensation. Rather than setting to immediately, Felix indulges himself in running his tongue over the head and dipping the tip of it into the slit. It's not enough to get an accurate idea of how Locus tastes but it's enough for the moment. Then he gets to work.
A few experimental passes of his mouth over his cock, lips tight to the shaft and tongue sliding along the vein, first to gauge how easy this is going to be, since finesse seems to not be on the schedule. Once he's comfortable, Felix tightens his grip on Locus' hip, deliberately digging his nails into his skin, and settles himself into a steady rhythm and consistent suction. The spray of the water makes it difficult to look up at him, so Felix gives that venture up almost immediately, closing his eyes and focusing on keeping his pace even and his teeth covered. ]
[ The vibration is nice. No two ways about it. Locus feels it and something tingles beneath his skin. He lets out another harsher breath, but otherwise doesn't make a sound. Not yet, anyway. He holds himself straight, free hand shifting to lean against the shower wall. This is fine. It is.
Strange to see Felix on his knees with Locus' cock in his mouth, but it's not as awkward as he was imagining. His gaze lowers, lids shuttering his eyes, as he shifts his attention to Felix. He hadn't intended to watch, but now that he is, he don't want to look away. Unsure of what it is—the passing of Felix's tongue over the vein, teasing at the slit, the bite of his nails ir some combination—pleasure curls itself through Locus' body and this time there's a little more sound to that exhale. Not quite a moan, but not just a simple breath either.
There's a small twitch forward of his hips—once—when Felix pulls back. He doesn't mean to, but his body has other ideas his mind is almost hesitant to act on. Not because this is bad, but because it's good and he's not used to that.
He already feels so fucked.
Locus tightens his hold on Felix, his hand moving back to shift through his hair. There's no intent, no guiding tug, but he's holding tight enough that there's really no intent to let go. ]
Strange to see Felix on his knees with Locus' cock in his mouth, but it's not as awkward as he was imagining. His gaze lowers, lids shuttering his eyes, as he shifts his attention to Felix. He hadn't intended to watch, but now that he is, he don't want to look away. Unsure of what it is—the passing of Felix's tongue over the vein, teasing at the slit, the bite of his nails ir some combination—pleasure curls itself through Locus' body and this time there's a little more sound to that exhale. Not quite a moan, but not just a simple breath either.
There's a small twitch forward of his hips—once—when Felix pulls back. He doesn't mean to, but his body has other ideas his mind is almost hesitant to act on. Not because this is bad, but because it's good and he's not used to that.
He already feels so fucked.
Locus tightens his hold on Felix, his hand moving back to shift through his hair. There's no intent, no guiding tug, but he's holding tight enough that there's really no intent to let go. ]
[ Even over the noise of the shower, Felix can hear the sounds Locus makes. Partly, it's because he's listening for them. But it's also instinct too, a veritable lifetime of being tuned in to everything Locus does, albeit for considerably less sexual reasons. And that's heartening in a way he isn't really expecting. It means Locus doesn't hate it. How anyone might hate getting sucked off he can't imagine, but no doubt if it's possible, Locus could find a way.
He's not, though, and that's good. Even if he's thinking about someone else while it's happening or nothing or... or work. Felix wouldn't be surprised if paperwork and other minutiae got him off. But it doesn't matter. He doesn't care. Especially when he feels that little twitch in Locus' hips.
There's no easy way to say it's okay, relax and give into it with his mouth full of his dick, but if he's getting that caught up in it that he wants to help, Felix won't deny him. Opening his eyes, he blinks the water out of them and makes a noise of encouragement. Not wanting to leave it at that, he gives the faintest of nods as he draws back toward the head of his cock, then tugs on his hip as he slides back down onto it. Another permissive hum and he lifts his free hand to rest lightly on Locus' other hip. There's so much more he can do with it, and would without hesitation if he thought it might not be too much too fast.
He curls his fingers, scratching lightly over his skin in as beckoning a gesture as he can manage, bobbing his head the way he is. It's fine. Go ahead. ]
He's not, though, and that's good. Even if he's thinking about someone else while it's happening or nothing or... or work. Felix wouldn't be surprised if paperwork and other minutiae got him off. But it doesn't matter. He doesn't care. Especially when he feels that little twitch in Locus' hips.
There's no easy way to say it's okay, relax and give into it with his mouth full of his dick, but if he's getting that caught up in it that he wants to help, Felix won't deny him. Opening his eyes, he blinks the water out of them and makes a noise of encouragement. Not wanting to leave it at that, he gives the faintest of nods as he draws back toward the head of his cock, then tugs on his hip as he slides back down onto it. Another permissive hum and he lifts his free hand to rest lightly on Locus' other hip. There's so much more he can do with it, and would without hesitation if he thought it might not be too much too fast.
He curls his fingers, scratching lightly over his skin in as beckoning a gesture as he can manage, bobbing his head the way he is. It's fine. Go ahead. ]
[ If it was a substandard blowjob, Locus wouldn't like it. But, it's not so he doesn't not like what's happening. Locus might not be the kindest man alive, might never have been either, but he's not the sort to let his attention slip to someone or something else when in an intimate situation. All of them that he's been in, his focus has been on that person. Otherwise, what's the point? And when he focuses, that's it. His attention right now is where it needs to be: with and on Felix.
Isaac. Maybe he should start thinking of him with that name again.
That he can think about later.
That vibration around his cock again feels good and his whole body shudders this time. His eyes close briefly and when his lips part now, there is a low moan that floats free. Looking down when he centers himself again, he catches Felix's eye. For a moment he doesn't act, doesn't do a thing and just looks at him wet and in a shower, yet somehow still filthy. Another heavy breath leaves him and he feels too hot, his skin too small for his bones.
The moment passes and Locus' hands move, bracketing the side of Felix's head. Idly, his thumb sweeps a few water droplets off of Felix's face. Part of him feels like he should look away, but he can't seem to convince himself. So it's with that steady, intense gaze he watches as he begins to slowly roll his hips to fuck Felix's mouth. Watching as his cock disappears into the warm, wet heat of his mouth. It's enticing in a way he hadn't ever imagined. His own mouth is slightly lax as he forgoes breathing through his nose because everything is just too much right now. ]
Isaac. Maybe he should start thinking of him with that name again.
That he can think about later.
That vibration around his cock again feels good and his whole body shudders this time. His eyes close briefly and when his lips part now, there is a low moan that floats free. Looking down when he centers himself again, he catches Felix's eye. For a moment he doesn't act, doesn't do a thing and just looks at him wet and in a shower, yet somehow still filthy. Another heavy breath leaves him and he feels too hot, his skin too small for his bones.
The moment passes and Locus' hands move, bracketing the side of Felix's head. Idly, his thumb sweeps a few water droplets off of Felix's face. Part of him feels like he should look away, but he can't seem to convince himself. So it's with that steady, intense gaze he watches as he begins to slowly roll his hips to fuck Felix's mouth. Watching as his cock disappears into the warm, wet heat of his mouth. It's enticing in a way he hadn't ever imagined. His own mouth is slightly lax as he forgoes breathing through his nose because everything is just too much right now. ]
[ Too focused on what he's doing, intent on actually doing a good job with a task, Felix isn't capable of responding to every shift in movement and sound Locus makes. He'd like to, he wants to savor every reaction he gets out of him, but everything's happening too fast and he has to worry about other non-sexy details too. Like breathing, not inhaling so much water up his nose that he starts to choke, not choking on Locus' dick, not gagging if it slides back into his throat too far, and swallowing so that spit isn't getting everywhere.
There's a part of his mind that's cataloging them, though. It's memorizing everything—the sounds Locus makes, the subtle changes to his expression, the way he moves—and he'll examine those memories later. No doubt he'll review them quite frequently and extensively at many times throughout the day for a week or two. Or four. The highlight reel is absolutely getting played during showers and other masturbatory opportunities.
Locus is watching him and that's both gratifying and weirdly... He's not sure what it is, only that he feels almost self-conscious about it. Which is so fucking stupid that he does his best to ignore it. And watch Locus right back. The effect is probably ruined by how many times he has to blink to keep the water out of his eyes, but he wants Locus to see him looking at him. He wants him to know that he's enjoying this.
He slides his hands around Locus' hips, keeping his touch light enough that it doesn't impede his movement. His fingers splay out over Locus' ass, for a moment doing nothing more than feeling it and reveling in the fact that he's touching Locus' butt and not getting berated for it. Then he squeezes, encouragement only, and utters a low, gravelly chuckle that's probably felt more than it's heard. Keep going, Felix is trying to tell him. It's good. ]
There's a part of his mind that's cataloging them, though. It's memorizing everything—the sounds Locus makes, the subtle changes to his expression, the way he moves—and he'll examine those memories later. No doubt he'll review them quite frequently and extensively at many times throughout the day for a week or two. Or four. The highlight reel is absolutely getting played during showers and other masturbatory opportunities.
Locus is watching him and that's both gratifying and weirdly... He's not sure what it is, only that he feels almost self-conscious about it. Which is so fucking stupid that he does his best to ignore it. And watch Locus right back. The effect is probably ruined by how many times he has to blink to keep the water out of his eyes, but he wants Locus to see him looking at him. He wants him to know that he's enjoying this.
He slides his hands around Locus' hips, keeping his touch light enough that it doesn't impede his movement. His fingers splay out over Locus' ass, for a moment doing nothing more than feeling it and reveling in the fact that he's touching Locus' butt and not getting berated for it. Then he squeezes, encouragement only, and utters a low, gravelly chuckle that's probably felt more than it's heard. Keep going, Felix is trying to tell him. It's good. ]
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