[ The vibration is nice. No two ways about it. Locus feels it and something tingles beneath his skin. He lets out another harsher breath, but otherwise doesn't make a sound. Not yet, anyway. He holds himself straight, free hand shifting to lean against the shower wall. This is fine. It is.
Strange to see Felix on his knees with Locus' cock in his mouth, but it's not as awkward as he was imagining. His gaze lowers, lids shuttering his eyes, as he shifts his attention to Felix. He hadn't intended to watch, but now that he is, he don't want to look away. Unsure of what it is—the passing of Felix's tongue over the vein, teasing at the slit, the bite of his nails ir some combination—pleasure curls itself through Locus' body and this time there's a little more sound to that exhale. Not quite a moan, but not just a simple breath either.
There's a small twitch forward of his hips—once—when Felix pulls back. He doesn't mean to, but his body has other ideas his mind is almost hesitant to act on. Not because this is bad, but because it's good and he's not used to that.
He already feels so fucked.
Locus tightens his hold on Felix, his hand moving back to shift through his hair. There's no intent, no guiding tug, but he's holding tight enough that there's really no intent to let go. ]
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Strange to see Felix on his knees with Locus' cock in his mouth, but it's not as awkward as he was imagining. His gaze lowers, lids shuttering his eyes, as he shifts his attention to Felix. He hadn't intended to watch, but now that he is, he don't want to look away. Unsure of what it is—the passing of Felix's tongue over the vein, teasing at the slit, the bite of his nails ir some combination—pleasure curls itself through Locus' body and this time there's a little more sound to that exhale. Not quite a moan, but not just a simple breath either.
There's a small twitch forward of his hips—once—when Felix pulls back. He doesn't mean to, but his body has other ideas his mind is almost hesitant to act on. Not because this is bad, but because it's good and he's not used to that.
He already feels so fucked.
Locus tightens his hold on Felix, his hand moving back to shift through his hair. There's no intent, no guiding tug, but he's holding tight enough that there's really no intent to let go. ]