[ For just a second, he thinks Locus means to start fucking his mouth right out of the gate. That wouldn't be ideal—he hasn't done this in a while, a long while, and he's been operating on the assumption they were both going to work up to it—but he isn't about to stop it either. Discomfort can be borne. Fucking up actual sex with Locus cannot.
But he doesn't. And what he does do isn't terribly intrusive either. Felix flexes the muscle in his throat, loosening it up just in case.
Bossy, Felix thinks, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. He'd say it too, if he could, but now that Locus has committed this much, it would take some kind of natural disaster to get him to back off and start talking. Bossy is infinitely better than indifferent, even if there's a part of him that wants the absolute freedom to wow him with how good he is at this.
Felix has not been sucking cock over the course of his life for the express purpose of impressing Locus if he ever miraculously agreed to doing it. But he would also never be able to make the claim that it hasn't been a consideration in the back of his mind either.
He hums an affirmative acknowledgement of the direction, taking care to make the sound deeper than usual. Deeper sound, more vibration, and more vibration is better sensation. Rather than setting to immediately, Felix indulges himself in running his tongue over the head and dipping the tip of it into the slit. It's not enough to get an accurate idea of how Locus tastes but it's enough for the moment. Then he gets to work.
A few experimental passes of his mouth over his cock, lips tight to the shaft and tongue sliding along the vein, first to gauge how easy this is going to be, since finesse seems to not be on the schedule. Once he's comfortable, Felix tightens his grip on Locus' hip, deliberately digging his nails into his skin, and settles himself into a steady rhythm and consistent suction. The spray of the water makes it difficult to look up at him, so Felix gives that venture up almost immediately, closing his eyes and focusing on keeping his pace even and his teeth covered. ]
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But he doesn't. And what he does do isn't terribly intrusive either. Felix flexes the muscle in his throat, loosening it up just in case.
Bossy, Felix thinks, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. He'd say it too, if he could, but now that Locus has committed this much, it would take some kind of natural disaster to get him to back off and start talking. Bossy is infinitely better than indifferent, even if there's a part of him that wants the absolute freedom to wow him with how good he is at this.
Felix has not been sucking cock over the course of his life for the express purpose of impressing Locus if he ever miraculously agreed to doing it. But he would also never be able to make the claim that it hasn't been a consideration in the back of his mind either.
He hums an affirmative acknowledgement of the direction, taking care to make the sound deeper than usual. Deeper sound, more vibration, and more vibration is better sensation. Rather than setting to immediately, Felix indulges himself in running his tongue over the head and dipping the tip of it into the slit. It's not enough to get an accurate idea of how Locus tastes but it's enough for the moment. Then he gets to work.
A few experimental passes of his mouth over his cock, lips tight to the shaft and tongue sliding along the vein, first to gauge how easy this is going to be, since finesse seems to not be on the schedule. Once he's comfortable, Felix tightens his grip on Locus' hip, deliberately digging his nails into his skin, and settles himself into a steady rhythm and consistent suction. The spray of the water makes it difficult to look up at him, so Felix gives that venture up almost immediately, closing his eyes and focusing on keeping his pace even and his teeth covered. ]