[ Mine, Felix thinks. Mine. Mine. Mine. It's like a recording caught in a loop, background noise that melts into the rhythm of his rapidly beating heart. He'd probably say it, too. Hiss it out between biting and kissing his way across Locus' throat. But Locus presses against him just right and words disintegrate in a low moan.
His hips rock back up against Locus' without conscious direction from his mind. It feels too fucking good to stop and after the first few wild thrusts, he finds a better, smoother pace. There are going to be bruises from the grip Locus has on him. Just that dim realization makes him groan and the sloppy path of his mouth veer sharply upwards to his mouth. He manages one kiss, hard and possessive. ]
Sam. [ It comes out thick with wanting, almost hoarse, and slurred as he tries to speak and kiss him at the same time. ] God, Sam, I—
[ There's really nothing that heralds it. The rhythmic motion of his hips stutters as the gradually intensifying sensation explodes unexpectedly into mind numbing orgasm. Felix makes a strangled sounding gasp, his fingers clutching against Locus' back as he goes momentarily rigid. It doesn't last long, but it's still a change from the frenetic pace a few seconds ago.
Mortified even through the dulled haze of pleasure, Felix makes a thin whine of discontent and goes back to kissing Locus even more vehemently than before. It's stupid when dealing with someone so observant, but he really hopes Locus hasn't noticed—he's a grown ass man who shouldn't be coming in his pants like a goddamn teenager—or that if he has, he can distract him from it so that he forgets. ]
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His hips rock back up against Locus' without conscious direction from his mind. It feels too fucking good to stop and after the first few wild thrusts, he finds a better, smoother pace. There are going to be bruises from the grip Locus has on him. Just that dim realization makes him groan and the sloppy path of his mouth veer sharply upwards to his mouth. He manages one kiss, hard and possessive. ]
Sam. [ It comes out thick with wanting, almost hoarse, and slurred as he tries to speak and kiss him at the same time. ] God, Sam, I—
[ There's really nothing that heralds it. The rhythmic motion of his hips stutters as the gradually intensifying sensation explodes unexpectedly into mind numbing orgasm. Felix makes a strangled sounding gasp, his fingers clutching against Locus' back as he goes momentarily rigid. It doesn't last long, but it's still a change from the frenetic pace a few seconds ago.
Mortified even through the dulled haze of pleasure, Felix makes a thin whine of discontent and goes back to kissing Locus even more vehemently than before. It's stupid when dealing with someone so observant, but he really hopes Locus hasn't noticed—he's a grown ass man who shouldn't be coming in his pants like a goddamn teenager—or that if he has, he can distract him from it so that he forgets. ]