[ Too focused on what he's doing, intent on actually doing a good job with a task, Felix isn't capable of responding to every shift in movement and sound Locus makes. He'd like to, he wants to savor every reaction he gets out of him, but everything's happening too fast and he has to worry about other non-sexy details too. Like breathing, not inhaling so much water up his nose that he starts to choke, not choking on Locus' dick, not gagging if it slides back into his throat too far, and swallowing so that spit isn't getting everywhere.
There's a part of his mind that's cataloging them, though. It's memorizing everything—the sounds Locus makes, the subtle changes to his expression, the way he moves—and he'll examine those memories later. No doubt he'll review them quite frequently and extensively at many times throughout the day for a week or two. Or four. The highlight reel is absolutely getting played during showers and other masturbatory opportunities.
Locus is watching him and that's both gratifying and weirdly... He's not sure what it is, only that he feels almost self-conscious about it. Which is so fucking stupid that he does his best to ignore it. And watch Locus right back. The effect is probably ruined by how many times he has to blink to keep the water out of his eyes, but he wants Locus to see him looking at him. He wants him to know that he's enjoying this.
He slides his hands around Locus' hips, keeping his touch light enough that it doesn't impede his movement. His fingers splay out over Locus' ass, for a moment doing nothing more than feeling it and reveling in the fact that he's touching Locus' butt and not getting berated for it. Then he squeezes, encouragement only, and utters a low, gravelly chuckle that's probably felt more than it's heard. Keep going, Felix is trying to tell him. It's good. ]
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There's a part of his mind that's cataloging them, though. It's memorizing everything—the sounds Locus makes, the subtle changes to his expression, the way he moves—and he'll examine those memories later. No doubt he'll review them quite frequently and extensively at many times throughout the day for a week or two. Or four. The highlight reel is absolutely getting played during showers and other masturbatory opportunities.
Locus is watching him and that's both gratifying and weirdly... He's not sure what it is, only that he feels almost self-conscious about it. Which is so fucking stupid that he does his best to ignore it. And watch Locus right back. The effect is probably ruined by how many times he has to blink to keep the water out of his eyes, but he wants Locus to see him looking at him. He wants him to know that he's enjoying this.
He slides his hands around Locus' hips, keeping his touch light enough that it doesn't impede his movement. His fingers splay out over Locus' ass, for a moment doing nothing more than feeling it and reveling in the fact that he's touching Locus' butt and not getting berated for it. Then he squeezes, encouragement only, and utters a low, gravelly chuckle that's probably felt more than it's heard. Keep going, Felix is trying to tell him. It's good. ]