[ There's a part of him, the part that is so hellbent on self-flagellation, that whispers he shouldn't be doing this. That he shouldn't be taking carnal pleasures, no matter how willing the other person is. But, it's a tiny part right now. A mere whisper inside the gale force winds of a hurricane and Locus can't even pretend to care or hear it right now. Later he might reflect and wonder if this was the right thing to do. But, with Felix's short nails clawing at his skin, it's kind of hard to really give a damn.
He almost snarls—whether out of annoyance or desire or a mixture of both—when Felix pulls away. Sure, they need to breathe, but for every second this stops, is a second Locus' conscious mind ticks back into control. It's kind of nice not thinking about anything and just taking. Giving. Being in this moment and enjoying things for once.
Likely he should have expected Felix to bite him. He's like a wild animal—feral and unrestrained. Locus makes a noise that's half an exhale and half a grunt. He's not even sure if he likes it just yet, but he's not ready to tell Felix to stop. That probably speaks for itself. It's an involuntary movement at first, the way Locus' hips grind harshly down against Felix, but then he just goes with it. It still feels good. He still likes it. Eventually he'll get Felix back for this. But, all he can do right now is shift his hand further down Felix's thigh, gripping hard there, too. Purposely doing it hard so there will be his finger-sized bruises there. ]
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He almost snarls—whether out of annoyance or desire or a mixture of both—when Felix pulls away. Sure, they need to breathe, but for every second this stops, is a second Locus' conscious mind ticks back into control. It's kind of nice not thinking about anything and just taking. Giving. Being in this moment and enjoying things for once.
Likely he should have expected Felix to bite him. He's like a wild animal—feral and unrestrained. Locus makes a noise that's half an exhale and half a grunt. He's not even sure if he likes it just yet, but he's not ready to tell Felix to stop. That probably speaks for itself. It's an involuntary movement at first, the way Locus' hips grind harshly down against Felix, but then he just goes with it. It still feels good. He still likes it. Eventually he'll get Felix back for this. But, all he can do right now is shift his hand further down Felix's thigh, gripping hard there, too. Purposely doing it hard so there will be his finger-sized bruises there. ]