[ This going... Felix isn't sure. Locus is just standing there like he's trying to perfect his robot impression and that's the opposite of what they're going for here. There'd been a little reaction when he touched him! Felix knows he heard that exhaled breath and refuses to let himself be convinced that he imagined it. But Jesus Christ.
While Locus studies the water droplet patterns on the back of the shower or whatever the fuck he's doing, Felix internally flounders. Keep going? Stop? Pinch him and see if the pain brings him back to the present? That last one's tempting if only because Locus is either revolted by him, which is insulting, or pretending he's never had his dick touched, which is stupid. Goddamn it, would you just—
The bark of his name jolts him out of it and stills his hand. That's—Is it a reprimand to stop? He can't tell. Locus' voice sounds weird, but that could just be the acoustics of the bathroom. Or Felix slowly becoming traumatized by the fiasco of trying to perform a very simple task.
He almost snaps that he doesn't need any backseat blowjob advice. He knows how to do it, unlike some people. But something—more than likely it's the way Locus touches him, which comes as a surprise—makes him hold his tongue. Slowly, he opens his fingers, not jerking his hand back into his own space but releasing Locus' cock just the same. If he's reading him right, and by now he feels like that's a pretty big fucking if, he assumes he's going to need to get his hand out of the way. Then he opens his mouth as bid, feeling kind of stupid but willing to see where this is going. His eyebrows rise in what he hopes is a clear signal: Go ahead. ]
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While Locus studies the water droplet patterns on the back of the shower or whatever the fuck he's doing, Felix internally flounders. Keep going? Stop? Pinch him and see if the pain brings him back to the present? That last one's tempting if only because Locus is either revolted by him, which is insulting, or pretending he's never had his dick touched, which is stupid. Goddamn it, would you just—
The bark of his name jolts him out of it and stills his hand. That's—Is it a reprimand to stop? He can't tell. Locus' voice sounds weird, but that could just be the acoustics of the bathroom. Or Felix slowly becoming traumatized by the fiasco of trying to perform a very simple task.
He almost snaps that he doesn't need any backseat blowjob advice. He knows how to do it, unlike some people. But something—more than likely it's the way Locus touches him, which comes as a surprise—makes him hold his tongue. Slowly, he opens his fingers, not jerking his hand back into his own space but releasing Locus' cock just the same. If he's reading him right, and by now he feels like that's a pretty big fucking if, he assumes he's going to need to get his hand out of the way. Then he opens his mouth as bid, feeling kind of stupid but willing to see where this is going. His eyebrows rise in what he hopes is a clear signal: Go ahead. ]