[ Because he's still a bit sensitive after all that, a small shudder races through him when Felix sucks at the tip of his cock one last time. He exhales a breath he hadn't known he was holding and tries to reassemble himself into some form of order. Funny how something like this can leave him feeling a little bit looser, a little bit calmer. He doesn't think much on it, not right now. Later he will. Just like later he'll be processing everything that's happened tonight and trying to put some kind of word or feeling to it.
Intimacy is still foreign to him and right now he wonders if that is something that will ever change. If he'll be able to do things because it feels right in that moment or if he'll continue to ruminate on the right moment to act. It can't be easy to deal with. Locus knows it isn't on his end. He can't imagine it is for Felix, either. Maybe it's because of what's happened tonight. Maybe it's because he's still feeling not quite like himself as the haze of pleasure hasn't fully left him yet. Maybe it's because things are becoming less foreign and he just doesn't recognize it yet. Whatever it is, he can't say for sure. Except that something compels him to lift his hand to cup Felix's cheek and his thumb runs along the curve of his bottom lip.
The next moment he's leaning down to capture Felix's lips in a kiss. It starts slow, but it's not entirely gentle. He licks into Felix's mouth to taste himself there and Locus doesn't even know why he does it. Just that he wants to even if it's weird. It's not a kiss that lasts long, as Locus does pull back eventually. The water's going to start getting cold soon and they should probably wash up before that happens. So he shifts slightly to get Felix more in the line of the spray and grabs the soap, getting a good lather in his hands quickly before beginning to wash himself. ]
We should get cleaned up.
[ As far as sweet-talk goes, it's poor. But, Locus' tone is almost easy when he speaks and that certainly speaks louder than his own stupid words. ]
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Intimacy is still foreign to him and right now he wonders if that is something that will ever change. If he'll be able to do things because it feels right in that moment or if he'll continue to ruminate on the right moment to act. It can't be easy to deal with. Locus knows it isn't on his end. He can't imagine it is for Felix, either. Maybe it's because of what's happened tonight. Maybe it's because he's still feeling not quite like himself as the haze of pleasure hasn't fully left him yet. Maybe it's because things are becoming less foreign and he just doesn't recognize it yet. Whatever it is, he can't say for sure. Except that something compels him to lift his hand to cup Felix's cheek and his thumb runs along the curve of his bottom lip.
The next moment he's leaning down to capture Felix's lips in a kiss. It starts slow, but it's not entirely gentle. He licks into Felix's mouth to taste himself there and Locus doesn't even know why he does it. Just that he wants to even if it's weird. It's not a kiss that lasts long, as Locus does pull back eventually. The water's going to start getting cold soon and they should probably wash up before that happens. So he shifts slightly to get Felix more in the line of the spray and grabs the soap, getting a good lather in his hands quickly before beginning to wash himself. ]
We should get cleaned up.
[ As far as sweet-talk goes, it's poor. But, Locus' tone is almost easy when he speaks and that certainly speaks louder than his own stupid words. ]