[ It's probably the most unenthusiastic acceptance of an offer to give a blowjob that he's ever gotten. Felix isn't expecting effusive excitement from Locus by any means, but it sounds more like he's telling him to get on with shining his shoes than sucking his cock. He blinks, a little taken aback, though whether it's the delivery or that Locus has said yes at all is impossible to determine.
There's an art to giving excellent head and Felix prides himself on his skills in this area. But at the moment, he's a little uncertain how to proceed. The teasing seduction he would ordinarily begin with likely runs the risk of taking too long and making Locus change his mind. And even if it doesn't, Felix doesn't know if he would appreciate it. Locus likes efficiency. Maybe he wants him to hurry it up and get it over with.
He doesn't dither over it for long. That too runs the risk of cutting this short or worse, planting the seed in Locus' mind that this isn't something he wants to do in the first place. Which couldn't be further from the truth. Despite how much it irks his pride, Felix ignores the myriad possibilities that the canvas of Locus' body offers and sinks down onto his knees, the hand on Locus' hip now necessary for stabilizing himself. The bathtub—Acrylic? Fiberglass? Felix doesn't know what these old tubs are made from—is still cold and not overly comfortable under his knobby knees, but he shoves that and the thought that he's probably getting to old for this stuff out of his mind.
It's weirdly, stupidly daunting to be faced with Locus' cock after years of fantasizing about it. Felix looks at it for a moment, unconsciously committing the sight to memory, then gives himself a mental kick in the ass and wraps his free hand around it just beneath the head. His thumb absently rubs over the tip as he slides his palm along the shaft, getting a feel for it. He looks up, still sliding his hand up and down in long slow strokes, searching Locus' face for clues to what's going on behind his eyes. ]
All right so far? [ He doesn't need the reassurance; the day Felix loses his way around a dick is the day he needs to give up having sex. It's for Locus' benefit, reassurance that if he isn't enjoying it Felix will stop. ] Just tell me what works and what doesn't.
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There's an art to giving excellent head and Felix prides himself on his skills in this area. But at the moment, he's a little uncertain how to proceed. The teasing seduction he would ordinarily begin with likely runs the risk of taking too long and making Locus change his mind. And even if it doesn't, Felix doesn't know if he would appreciate it. Locus likes efficiency. Maybe he wants him to hurry it up and get it over with.
He doesn't dither over it for long. That too runs the risk of cutting this short or worse, planting the seed in Locus' mind that this isn't something he wants to do in the first place. Which couldn't be further from the truth. Despite how much it irks his pride, Felix ignores the myriad possibilities that the canvas of Locus' body offers and sinks down onto his knees, the hand on Locus' hip now necessary for stabilizing himself. The bathtub—Acrylic? Fiberglass? Felix doesn't know what these old tubs are made from—is still cold and not overly comfortable under his knobby knees, but he shoves that and the thought that he's probably getting to old for this stuff out of his mind.
It's weirdly, stupidly daunting to be faced with Locus' cock after years of fantasizing about it. Felix looks at it for a moment, unconsciously committing the sight to memory, then gives himself a mental kick in the ass and wraps his free hand around it just beneath the head. His thumb absently rubs over the tip as he slides his palm along the shaft, getting a feel for it. He looks up, still sliding his hand up and down in long slow strokes, searching Locus' face for clues to what's going on behind his eyes. ]
All right so far? [ He doesn't need the reassurance; the day Felix loses his way around a dick is the day he needs to give up having sex. It's for Locus' benefit, reassurance that if he isn't enjoying it Felix will stop. ] Just tell me what works and what doesn't.