[ What he's expecting is Locus to decide that he's coming to his senses, push him away, stand up, and go back to decorating the tree like nothing happened. Like an episode of temporary insanity that's thankfully cleared up before too much damage gets done. But what he gets is...
Locus is touching his face. Why is Locus touching his face? He doesn't get it and that uncertainty, that inability to figure out what Locus is doing and why, distracts him from his embarrassment. He looks up at him, searching his face for clues, but he's not saying anything or doing anything else. Felix starts to get restless, wants to move but can't because he's sure moving's just going to remind Locus that he doesn't want to do this anymore.
And then... ]
You—Really?
[ Stammering surprise isn't suave and attractive, but Felix is so floored—pun not intended—by not only the revelation that Locus doesn't want to quit but also the insinuation that they move it elsewhere that he can't check the reaction. Or the stupid, hopeful way he looks at him before he realizes he's doing it and wipes it off of his face. ]
Yes. Okay. Yes. [ Tipping his head sideways and turning just so, Felix presses a kiss to the inside of Locus' wrist without taking his eyes of him. Then, because he wants to do it and there's no reason not to, he licks the skin beneath his lips. ] Anywhere. It'll be worth it. I promise.
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Locus is touching his face. Why is Locus touching his face? He doesn't get it and that uncertainty, that inability to figure out what Locus is doing and why, distracts him from his embarrassment. He looks up at him, searching his face for clues, but he's not saying anything or doing anything else. Felix starts to get restless, wants to move but can't because he's sure moving's just going to remind Locus that he doesn't want to do this anymore.
And then... ]
You—Really?
[ Stammering surprise isn't suave and attractive, but Felix is so floored—pun not intended—by not only the revelation that Locus doesn't want to quit but also the insinuation that they move it elsewhere that he can't check the reaction. Or the stupid, hopeful way he looks at him before he realizes he's doing it and wipes it off of his face. ]
Yes. Okay. Yes. [ Tipping his head sideways and turning just so, Felix presses a kiss to the inside of Locus' wrist without taking his eyes of him. Then, because he wants to do it and there's no reason not to, he licks the skin beneath his lips. ] Anywhere. It'll be worth it. I promise.