[ It's not an instant thing that happens. Having denied himself carnal pleasures for so long, this is almost like an entirely new experience. It feels good, he can't deny that. It's both a strange and exciting sight to see Felix down there, swallowing down his cock like he's been waiting for the opportunity for too long. Locus still holds a little confusion over the whole thing, but even that's getting hazy right now as pleasure begins to assume full control of Locus' mind and body.
He's warm. Too warm. The way his blood tingles under his skin almost makes him feel like he can count each individual cell moving through his veins. For several long moments he's overcome—there's a tightening in his stomach and his knees shake a little; Locus tips his head back slightly with a low, rolling sound of pleasure. It feels good and that's an experience he hasn't had in so long. It almost feels overwhelming.
Which it kind of is, all things considered. Locus fucks Felix's mouth in earnest then. Fucking into the wet heat of his mouth like he's chasing some foreign feeling and doesn't know any other way to get it. That feeling builds in the pit of his stomach and grows, spreading out over his whole body until he feels as if he might vibrate right out of his skin. Sooner—and sooner than he'd really like—than he imagines, he feels things change. Everything speeds up and slows down all at once and Locus is left in some odd haze as his orgasm crests. Maybe he should've attempted to alert Felix he was getting ready to come, but he couldn't. One hand clings hard to Felix, fingers twisted in his hair. The other he managed to tear away and hold on to the little bar on the wall of the shower to help keep himself in check in some minor way. He doesn't make much noise and he's fairly certain there's water up his nose.
His bones kind of feel a little like jelly and he doesn't trust himself much to let go of everything just yet. Slowly, Locus lets go of the tight grip on Felix's hair but leaves his hand there in some half-cocked way of soothing. He can't get his breathing under control just yet and still feels a little too high to come down. Without realizing he even closed them, he opens his eyes and looks at Felix, uncertain how to really proceed now. Sort of. He shifts his hand away slightly and nudges against Felix's shoulder then just leaves his hand out. Kneeling isn't comfortable on the best days, he can't imagine it is in the tub. ]
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He's warm. Too warm. The way his blood tingles under his skin almost makes him feel like he can count each individual cell moving through his veins. For several long moments he's overcome—there's a tightening in his stomach and his knees shake a little; Locus tips his head back slightly with a low, rolling sound of pleasure. It feels good and that's an experience he hasn't had in so long. It almost feels overwhelming.
Which it kind of is, all things considered. Locus fucks Felix's mouth in earnest then. Fucking into the wet heat of his mouth like he's chasing some foreign feeling and doesn't know any other way to get it. That feeling builds in the pit of his stomach and grows, spreading out over his whole body until he feels as if he might vibrate right out of his skin. Sooner—and sooner than he'd really like—than he imagines, he feels things change. Everything speeds up and slows down all at once and Locus is left in some odd haze as his orgasm crests. Maybe he should've attempted to alert Felix he was getting ready to come, but he couldn't. One hand clings hard to Felix, fingers twisted in his hair. The other he managed to tear away and hold on to the little bar on the wall of the shower to help keep himself in check in some minor way. He doesn't make much noise and he's fairly certain there's water up his nose.
His bones kind of feel a little like jelly and he doesn't trust himself much to let go of everything just yet. Slowly, Locus lets go of the tight grip on Felix's hair but leaves his hand there in some half-cocked way of soothing. He can't get his breathing under control just yet and still feels a little too high to come down. Without realizing he even closed them, he opens his eyes and looks at Felix, uncertain how to really proceed now. Sort of. He shifts his hand away slightly and nudges against Felix's shoulder then just leaves his hand out. Kneeling isn't comfortable on the best days, he can't imagine it is in the tub. ]