[ He doest think anything, really. Not right now. Not with the way Felix gives him not time to think. Especially not with the way he kisses him, either. They should probably be doing this more than they are. Locus knows he's part of the problem. As much as he knows about a lot of things, being affectionate isn't one. At all. He's trying, though. He's just not yet figured out quite how to make a seamless transition.
Felix takes care of that for him now, though. After a small hesitation—out of surprise and nothing more—Locus kisses him back. Like everything else he does, he makes sure he's performing at optimal capacity. A hand slips through Felix's hair, tangling in the strands and making a slight noise at the fact it's sticky with product. He shifts down to the buzzed side instead and draws his blunt nails through. His other hand tries to pick off a string of lights from around them but eventually just gives up that particular ghost and grips Felix's thigh over them. He tastes Felix's mouth and for once he tastes as sweet as he smells. For whatever reason, Locus likes that. Wants more of it. So he unabashedly strokes his tongue into Felix's mouth, clearly not ready for this to stop anytime soon. ]
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Felix takes care of that for him now, though. After a small hesitation—out of surprise and nothing more—Locus kisses him back. Like everything else he does, he makes sure he's performing at optimal capacity. A hand slips through Felix's hair, tangling in the strands and making a slight noise at the fact it's sticky with product. He shifts down to the buzzed side instead and draws his blunt nails through. His other hand tries to pick off a string of lights from around them but eventually just gives up that particular ghost and grips Felix's thigh over them. He tastes Felix's mouth and for once he tastes as sweet as he smells. For whatever reason, Locus likes that. Wants more of it. So he unabashedly strokes his tongue into Felix's mouth, clearly not ready for this to stop anytime soon. ]