[ A warning isn't necessary. Sure, it's been a while since he's been in the position to give a guy head, but Felix has done it often enough over the course of his life that he recognizes the signs of impending orgasm even in Locus. Mostly, it's the change in pace more than it's that sound. Building pleasure is one thing, but this is chasing after it in a way that's all too familiar to him.
He lets the tension bleed out of him, lets his muscles grow lax and malleable as he abandons even a semblance of control. That's all Locus now. He just has to hold still, keep his teeth out of the way, and make sure that his throat doesn't tighten at the wrong fucking moment. The water's still getting in his eyes, not just from the shower but from the movement of Locus' body. Felix blinks as quickly as he can, not wanting to miss it when it happens.
And he doesn't. Locus isn't loud or theatrical even in sex—and now Felix knows that—but his grip on his hair is merciless and his come is hot on his tongue and against his throat as it slips down. Felix swallows it, unable to get a really good taste, but makes up for it by licking at Locus' cock to clean off the remainder. Not necessary since they're in the shower, but every drop is Felix's and he isn't letting it go to waste. It isn't until Locus lets go of his hair that he can move his head back, but even then he takes his time, easing off and sucking the tip clean before letting it go. He licks his lips, collecting saliva and little flecks of come, eyes on Locus as he slowly takes his hand. ]
Give me a second. [ It comes out huskier than normal, evidence of having just gotten his mouth fucked, but Felix isn't ashamed of it. What bothers him is the strange numb ache in his knees as he tries to get up. Under his breath, he mutters to himself; ] Goddamn it, I'm getting old.
[ With far less grace than he'd knelt down, Felix hauls himself up, free hand on Locus' hip for added stability. His toes and shins tingle with pins and needles, but it was worth it. So fucking worth it. One corner of his swollen mouth quirks upward. ]
Just give it a minute. [ The aftermath, he means. He wiggles his toes, then stops when that just sparks more pins and needles. ] Enjoy it.
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He lets the tension bleed out of him, lets his muscles grow lax and malleable as he abandons even a semblance of control. That's all Locus now. He just has to hold still, keep his teeth out of the way, and make sure that his throat doesn't tighten at the wrong fucking moment. The water's still getting in his eyes, not just from the shower but from the movement of Locus' body. Felix blinks as quickly as he can, not wanting to miss it when it happens.
And he doesn't. Locus isn't loud or theatrical even in sex—and now Felix knows that—but his grip on his hair is merciless and his come is hot on his tongue and against his throat as it slips down. Felix swallows it, unable to get a really good taste, but makes up for it by licking at Locus' cock to clean off the remainder. Not necessary since they're in the shower, but every drop is Felix's and he isn't letting it go to waste. It isn't until Locus lets go of his hair that he can move his head back, but even then he takes his time, easing off and sucking the tip clean before letting it go. He licks his lips, collecting saliva and little flecks of come, eyes on Locus as he slowly takes his hand. ]
Give me a second. [ It comes out huskier than normal, evidence of having just gotten his mouth fucked, but Felix isn't ashamed of it. What bothers him is the strange numb ache in his knees as he tries to get up. Under his breath, he mutters to himself; ] Goddamn it, I'm getting old.
[ With far less grace than he'd knelt down, Felix hauls himself up, free hand on Locus' hip for added stability. His toes and shins tingle with pins and needles, but it was worth it. So fucking worth it. One corner of his swollen mouth quirks upward. ]
Just give it a minute. [ The aftermath, he means. He wiggles his toes, then stops when that just sparks more pins and needles. ] Enjoy it.