[ 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. ]
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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. ]