No. Look, people are complicated and stupid, okay? And learning what makes them stupid and complicated is like scouting out the terrain ahead of an op. You get intel you can use later if shit hits the fan.
How to avoid pissing Traci off when you want to keep the peace AND what buttons to push when you want to set her off. When you know how to handle people, you can get them to do what you want and then maybe you don't have to kill them later.
Yeah. That's the sex voice. It's all low and gravelly. When you're in a good mood, it's kind of like a silky purr and when you're in a bad mood, it gets growly.
[ This is never not going to be weird to hear. Not that he thinks he's been beaten with the fuck-ugly stick, but how he looks isn't remotely a concern.
Except for his clothes. ]
Yes you are. It has already been established you hold a bias.
How do you think that bias started??? Your muscles have muscles. You're tall. You've got that dark skin. Your fucking HAIR. And your eyes. There is literally nothing about you that isn't attractive at first glance. And then you talk and you sound normally like what most guys have to try to sound like.
AND THEN there's the rest of you. The dry sense of humor. How good you are with a gun. The fact that you fucking care about stupid shit. You could probably squash a guy's head with your bare hands. You're smart! You can plan shit. You're reliable. You're honest. You have a lot of money. You've got style. Your ass looks amazing in jeans.
And you don't even care! You're not arrogant. You don't think you're better than everybody even though you are. Anyone else being you for a day would be a huge douche and you're you all the time and you aren't.
[ Well. That's something. Locus doesn't really know what to say. It's not that he's never gotten compliments before, but it's usually about his work ethic in completing mission parameters. ]
It takes two times human force to crush a head.
[ Sorry. He doesn't really know what else to say to all of that. ]
Okay, well, you look like you can apply that much force without trying.
[ Is it sinking in? Probably not. Felix searches through his phone, finds a picture that's just Locus' face. There isn't any stupid makeup on it covering the scars and he isn't exactly looking at the camera, Felix having snapped in when he didn't realize he was being watched. He attaches it to the message. ]
I've seen a lot but I've never seen anything as breathtaking as this.
[ No, it's definitely not sinking in. When a guy spends his whole life not caring how he looks, only how much he can better his physical capabilities to be stronger, faster, last longer... how he looks doesn't really register. For so long he's been searching on how to be a perfect machine, being human—being normal never registered.
When he gets that picture, the first thing that comes to mind is he needs to get better at paying attention to Felix to stop this kind of thing from happening. Logically he knows Felix isn't going to do anything with them ( ...he knows there are some that probably will have something done, but there's nothing he can do about that... ) but he doesn't like there being pictures—solid proof—of that scar on his face. Even here it's too identifying. The second thing he thinks is that he just doesn't understand where Felix is coming from. At best Locus thinks he looks average and knows exactly where all his improvements need to be made.
He's sitting in the driveway staring at his phone then staring at the door for long enough the screen goes black. Part of him doesn't want to go inside and have to continue this conversation in person. But, if he doesn't go inside, Felix is just going to keep talking to him via text and he won't escape this. He could get mad about it which he knows will stop Felix from mentioning it again for tonight—because it wouldn't be the first time Locus has snapped at him over this topic.
On the other hand, it is kind of flattering. There's no question in Locus' mind that Felix enjoys what he sees when he looks at him. He's not so heartless he doesn't appreciate a compliment every now and again. That might be one of the most normal things about him.
For several moments he sits quietly in the car while he tries to figure out what to do, knowing he's running out of time before Felix decides he's being ignored and starts bitching about nothing. That is something he expressly doesn't want to deal with right now. So, he makes a show of getting out of the car and shutting the door so it can be heard in the house if Felix is listening. His key scrapes in the lock as he comes inside. Closes the door and locks everything up behind him. He makes his way up the stairs to the bedroom and makes a low noise for Leon to clear out, which he does.
Locus is a quick study and has already learned what will make Felix's mind quiet and move on to other things. He's not above employing that tactic. So, he crowds Felix's space without saying a word, captures his chin between his thumb and forefinger and leans down to kiss him, already angling them toward the bed. ]
[ He knows Locus is home. The preternatural awareness of his relative location that comes from years of fighting at his side tells him so. Just like the sound of the car and the way Leon's ears prick and his attention wanders to the window. What he doesn't know is why he's still sitting in the car.
That makes him nervous. Is he pissed? Upset? Is he trying to calm down so he doesn't strangle him when he comes inside? Did Felix push too far and make this awkward?
Leon provides no suggestions and Felix is just about antsy enough to go outside and are what the problem is when he hears Locus coming inside. He's braced for an argument. When Locus enters the bedroom and chases Leon out, Felix tenses.
And then they're kissing and all of his concerns fly right out of his head. He'll wonder about the whys later. Now, he gets his arms around him and kisses him like he's never done it before and has been waiting forever. Passion, as it turns out, never quite seems to diminish where Locus is involved. He moves easily toward the bed, making a bitten off sound of pleasure and impatience as he takes over and practically hauls Locus with him. Unable to keep his hands still for long, he starts tugging at Locus' shirt.
Which is maybe moving too fast but Felix is too caught up in the moment to care. ]
[ Well, if he was ever wondering about the validity of using sex as a means to change the topic of conversation, this certainly answers it for him. Not something he's going to make a habit of employing, but something worthy of note, anyway.
He goes easily along, having wanted to get them to the bed anyway. There's clothes in the way—annoying and he's going to make Felix clean all this up—but he sweeps them to the floor anyway. Locus has his limits and he doesn't want to ruin his clothes because they both got carried away. He continues to kiss Felix while he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off, letting it fall on the discarded sweaters. There's still an undershirt left, but he ignores it for now and moves his hands to Felix. Each one he pulls off with ease, if not a little slow. If not to just agitate Felix. He knows he doesn't like patience and slowness. But, Locus is dictating the pace right now. And considering his intent is to blank Felix's mind, he'll be pushing in various degrees on purpose.
He gets his hands on his skin once all the sweaters are off, skimming them along his sides. There's only the smallest of pauses when his hands curl around Felix's hips. In that moment of deliberation, Locus makes the decision to follow a silly line of thought. It's little effort for the muscles in his arms to constrict as he lifts Felix briefly and deposits him on the bed. He follows swiftly, pulling the undershirt off as he goes. Locus isn't a man driven by his passion, but he is a man driven by perfection—even if he knows he'll never achieve it. So it's that force behind him that he nearly blankets Felix's body with his own, forcefully claiming the place between his legs. Dipping down he forgoes a kiss to his mouth again and instead latches onto his throat to leave a trail of sucking kisses. ]
[ Maybe it's because he's built differently and will never be more than he is. Maybe it's just because it's Locus and everything to do with Locus is ultimately at least a little bit of a turn on. Whatever the case, as much as he's enjoying being undressed by him—it's stupid but he is, possibly because it makes him feel a little bit like a present that someone actually wants—it's nothing compared to when he just picks him up and deposits him onto the bed. The show of strength is extremely arousing and it just makes him more impatient.
What were they talking about? Felix doesn't fucking know or care. ]
Sam. [ His hands slide over Locus' bare shoulders and he tries, though admittedly not very hard, not to groan in appreciation at feeling the flex and constriction of his muscles under his palms. ] I want you—
[ There's a continuation of this thought, but it gets jumbled up in wanting everything at once. To say nothing of how distracting his mouth is. He squirms under him, half bucking his hips and half just trying to feel more of Locus' body against his own. His fingers curl until it's fingernails instead of fingerpads raking over Locus' back. ]
Kiss me. [ Locus' hair gets an urgent tug. ] Your mouth please right now thank you.
[ At the tug to his hair, Locus releases a low sound. Not quite a moan, not quite a growl, but somewhere in between. It's not something he ever thought he'd like, and yet... here he is. For that, he rolls his hips down against Felix's to give them both some friction. His teeth scrape against his skin, playing at a bite that never really comes. Then, roughly; ]
No.
[ Because Felix isn't calling the shots in this. Locus is. He's... not playing a game, exactly, but... just testing things. Seeing what he's capable of and what Felix is receptive to. And to just keep him well occupied and his mind free of any previous thoughts.
He pulls back, his hands dragging down Felix's sides and converge on the catch of his trousers. It's undone and he pulls to get them off. Because of the position they're in, he has to shift back some to get out of the way. The rest of Felix's clothes join the pile on the floor. They're not important, anyway. One of Locus' hands is curled loosely around Felix's ankle and he just stares down at him, his eyes darkened and predatory.
While he's not some casanova in the bedroom, he does have a few ideas about certain things to do and try. Might as well try something now to keep in line with the whole afternoon jaunt. Locus makes a gesture with his other hand, his tone low, commanding; ]
[ He doesn't care that he starts whining when his perfectly reasonable request is denied. Denied! Locus makes some kind of noise like a wild animal, ruts against him, almost bites him, and then says no to kissing! It's not fair. And his low, nearly plaintive Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam says as much.
But worse than that is when he pulls away. Startled, not understanding and thinking that that's it, whatever they're doing is over, Felix goes up onto his elbows, but by then Locus is open his pants and pulling them off. Any protest he might have made is silenced by the eroticism of that simple act. Though that's nothing to the look Locus gives him then. No one really looks at him like that, least of all Locus, and the fact that he is goes a ways in silencing the doubt about whether or not this is something Locus actually wants to be doing with him. The look Locus gets in return is one mostly of desire. And a tiny, faint glimmer hopefulness.
To be told to turn over isn't expected. Felix could think of a number of things to do with someone in such a position, but while he knows that Locus isn't some naive virgin who doesn't know anything about sex, he doesn't think he's got as filthy a mind. Still, not wanting to hesitate and ruin anything, he rolls over onto his stomach. It provides a whisper of friction along his cock, which does nothing for his patience or his arousal. ]
[ Maybe Felix simply believes no one has looked at him this way because he hasn't cared to notice. Locus has seen more than one person look at Felix with barely restrained desire. Which just proves people tend to see what they want. Not to mention that Locus is just oblivious when it comes to his own romantic dealings.
But, that's not something for now. Now Locus is trying to find his place in all this and how to keep things working. He doesn't yet realize the control he has and how much he can extort from the situation. ]
Stop talking.
[ An idle demand. One that's familiar in tone as it is in completion. He's not angry when he says it, even though it is said a bit sharply. Locus shifts between Felix's legs and just smoothes the palms of his hands along the back of Felix's calves, into the dip of his knee then halfway up his thighs. Heat twists his stomach and it's becoming less foreign. He exhales a slow breath, then he's gripping tight around Felix's hips to lift him up higher, pulling him back so his ass is flush with Locus' groin. The hard line pressing against Felix isn't just his imagination. He runs his hand along the line of Felix's spine, applying pressure just above the jut of his shoulderblades. The intention is clear, he thinks, for Felix to stay down but keep his back end up. ]
Don't move.
[ Locus slips off the bed and to the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out the lube. On the way back, there's the clink of his belt as he unbuckles it, followed by the shuff of fabric as his clothes fall to the floor. He rejoins Felix there, kneeling between his spread legs. Both hands, again, move over Felix's thighs and higher up this time. Fingers digging into the thicker flesh of his ass, spreading him a little more. Then, he's dipping down, his tongue flicking over Felix's hole and along the seam before coming right back and teasing him open with the slick tip of his tongue. ]
[ It's a demand he's heard so many times and usually he ignores it. Now, he chafes at it. Silence does not come easily to him during sex. And the part of him that will never forgive Locus for Chorus wants to snap back and question if it's easier to pretend that he's Wash if he can't see his face or hear his voice. But that will end this and Felix doesn't want it to end, is pathetic enough to want it even if Locus is pretending he's someone else.
He bites his lip to keep his mouth shut, smothering the sarcasm first with his teeth and then by pressing his face into the bed. It helps keep him quiet when Locus hauls his hips up and Felix can feel his erection against his ass, covered but close enough that it's easy to believe Locus means to fuck him. Now, he thinks, he knows what Locus likes: ass up, face down, and Felix refuses to start wondering why. Down that path lies Washington.
Then he's gone, the rush of air cold against Felix's skin. It prickles, making him shiver, but he's too focused on listening to what Locus is doing to worry about it. Drawer: lube. Belt: naked. The mattress dips, signalling Locus' arrival, and Felix prepares for the cool touch of lube against his ass.
What he gets instead is warm and slick and firm and oh holy fucking God it's Locus' tongue. He hasn't even tried to blow him and already he's doing this? That, combined with the sensation, draws a thin, high-pitched sound from Felix's throat before he realizes he's doing it, his fingers clawing into the sheets so hard something tears and his muscles trembling against the order not to move. He's never heard himself make such a noise before, can barely believe he made it.
Neither can Leon, apparently, because a few seconds later something heavy thumps against the door, followed swiftly by the scrape of claws.
Words are beyond him. He tries though, a garbled groan of sound that's supposed to be go the fuck away and probably seems more like someone's killing him. Or that he's having an orgasm. Thankfully, he isn't coming too soon this time. But Leon scratches again, unconvinced. ]
[ Sure, it figures the one time Locus decides to try something new this happens. He's caught in the moment himself, never having heard that noise from Felix before, that he could almost ignore it. And he does for a few passing moments, instead just concentrating on the task at hand—licking into Felix as a,means to open and relax him. But, the gouging scratches at the door become coupled with incessant yowling and Locus feels his temper rise.
With a low noise he pulls away, cursing low in Spanish under his breath. Sometimes it's just easier and more scathing that way. Once again he slips off the bed and moves to the door. ]
You just had to get a wild animal.
[ There's the sound of shifting fabric as Locus pulls his boxer briefs back on. His hand grabs the knob of the door, but he stops before pulling it open. ]
Do not move.
[ Then, before Felix can even respond, Locus pulls the door slightly open and grabs Leon by the scruff of his neck before he can get through the crack. He's not happy about it, but neither is Locus. He leaves the room with Leon fussing the whole way and eventually the house falls silent. Quick as he can Locus ties Leon up in the garage and then he's back on his way up to the bedroom. He's quiet as he moves, much like always, and knows which steps creak and where. And, to be honest, he's moving this way to surprise Felix and see if he paid attention to Locus' directions or not. ]
[ This is not happening. Why is this happening? Of all the fucking times for Leon to be a pain in the ass, now, when he's got Locus' mouth on his ass, isn't it. Leon hates him. That's the only explanation. He's a cockblocking douchebag who's out to ruin a fledgling sex life that's over a decade in the making.
And then Locus' warm, wet mouth is gone, leaving a discontented, whining groan to creep its way up Felix's throat.
The rustle of fabric that comes after he feels Locus dismount from the bed makes Felix stop trying to smother himself in frustration and glance his way. Underwear. He's putting his fucking underwear on. Felix is about to slump sideways and complain when Locus forestalls it by telling him to stay put. In the swirl of arousal and frustrated disappointment, it's difficult to understand what he means by that. Especially since he fucking leaves.
This is an awful position to be in. Literally. And with nothing happening and no sounds to fill the room, Felix has all the time in the world to focus on it. He's cold and the wet skin isn't helping with that. His knees are starting to bother him. His back feels like it could use a stretch or a crack or something. His erection's starting to flag and he's too disgruntled to do anything about it.
Sighing, he turns his head into his hand to rub at his forehead. Fucking Leon. If Locus isn't back in the next three minutes, he decides, he's moving, to hell with this shit about not, and putting some pants on. ]
[ To say he's surprised to find Felix as he left him would be a little bit of an understatement. Locus thought for sure that by the time he got back to the bedroom, Felix would either be flopped over on his side complaining about being left alone for too long, or sprawled on his back finishing himself off. Suffice to say that Locus is pleased the directions were followed. Quietly he enters and shuts the door behind him with a soft click. ]
So you can follow directions.
[ Good to know. Though his own erection had begun to flag on his detour downstairs, it's certainly not any longer. Learning new things about himself every day, apparently. The underwear is shucked off again and kicked to the side before he gets back on the bed. He doesn't immediately resume the activity from before, but instead fits himself against Felix and smoothes his hands along his sides and down over the curve of his ass and thighs. One hand shifts off to brace himself on the bed while the other moves around to curl around Felix's cock.
Only seems fair to get them back on the same page again. Locus' strokes along Felix's cock are a little slow, but he takes time to rub his thumb along the head to promote more sensation. ]
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[ HE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND THE PURPOSE OF THIS!!! ]
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[ PROFESSOR GATES WILL TEACH HIM. ]
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[ Which is to say he doesn't have a sex voice??? ]
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[ Surprise! He's had the sex voice all along! ]
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[ Stop at once!! ]
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[ N o. ]
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Except for his clothes. ]
Yes you are. It has already been established you hold a bias.
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AND THEN there's the rest of you. The dry sense of humor. How good you are with a gun. The fact that you fucking care about stupid shit. You could probably squash a guy's head with your bare hands. You're smart! You can plan shit. You're reliable. You're honest. You have a lot of money. You've got style. Your ass looks amazing in jeans.
And you don't even care! You're not arrogant. You don't think you're better than everybody even though you are. Anyone else being you for a day would be a huge douche and you're you all the time and you aren't.
Wake the fuck up, man.
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It takes two times human force to crush a head.
[ Sorry. He doesn't really know what else to say to all of that. ]
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[ Is it sinking in? Probably not. Felix searches through his phone, finds a picture that's just Locus' face. There isn't any stupid makeup on it covering the scars and he isn't exactly looking at the camera, Felix having snapped in when he didn't realize he was being watched. He attaches it to the message. ]
I've seen a lot but I've never seen anything as breathtaking as this.
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When he gets that picture, the first thing that comes to mind is he needs to get better at paying attention to Felix to stop this kind of thing from happening. Logically he knows Felix isn't going to do anything with them ( ...he knows there are some that probably will have something done, but there's nothing he can do about that... ) but he doesn't like there being pictures—solid proof—of that scar on his face. Even here it's too identifying. The second thing he thinks is that he just doesn't understand where Felix is coming from. At best Locus thinks he looks average and knows exactly where all his improvements need to be made.
He's sitting in the driveway staring at his phone then staring at the door for long enough the screen goes black. Part of him doesn't want to go inside and have to continue this conversation in person. But, if he doesn't go inside, Felix is just going to keep talking to him via text and he won't escape this. He could get mad about it which he knows will stop Felix from mentioning it again for tonight—because it wouldn't be the first time Locus has snapped at him over this topic.
On the other hand, it is kind of flattering. There's no question in Locus' mind that Felix enjoys what he sees when he looks at him. He's not so heartless he doesn't appreciate a compliment every now and again. That might be one of the most normal things about him.
For several moments he sits quietly in the car while he tries to figure out what to do, knowing he's running out of time before Felix decides he's being ignored and starts bitching about nothing. That is something he expressly doesn't want to deal with right now. So, he makes a show of getting out of the car and shutting the door so it can be heard in the house if Felix is listening. His key scrapes in the lock as he comes inside. Closes the door and locks everything up behind him. He makes his way up the stairs to the bedroom and makes a low noise for Leon to clear out, which he does.
Locus is a quick study and has already learned what will make Felix's mind quiet and move on to other things. He's not above employing that tactic. So, he crowds Felix's space without saying a word, captures his chin between his thumb and forefinger and leans down to kiss him, already angling them toward the bed. ]
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That makes him nervous. Is he pissed? Upset? Is he trying to calm down so he doesn't strangle him when he comes inside? Did Felix push too far and make this awkward?
Leon provides no suggestions and Felix is just about antsy enough to go outside and are what the problem is when he hears Locus coming inside. He's braced for an argument. When Locus enters the bedroom and chases Leon out, Felix tenses.
And then they're kissing and all of his concerns fly right out of his head. He'll wonder about the whys later. Now, he gets his arms around him and kisses him like he's never done it before and has been waiting forever. Passion, as it turns out, never quite seems to diminish where Locus is involved. He moves easily toward the bed, making a bitten off sound of pleasure and impatience as he takes over and practically hauls Locus with him. Unable to keep his hands still for long, he starts tugging at Locus' shirt.
Which is maybe moving too fast but Felix is too caught up in the moment to care. ]
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He goes easily along, having wanted to get them to the bed anyway. There's clothes in the way—annoying and he's going to make Felix clean all this up—but he sweeps them to the floor anyway. Locus has his limits and he doesn't want to ruin his clothes because they both got carried away. He continues to kiss Felix while he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off, letting it fall on the discarded sweaters. There's still an undershirt left, but he ignores it for now and moves his hands to Felix. Each one he pulls off with ease, if not a little slow. If not to just agitate Felix. He knows he doesn't like patience and slowness. But, Locus is dictating the pace right now. And considering his intent is to blank Felix's mind, he'll be pushing in various degrees on purpose.
He gets his hands on his skin once all the sweaters are off, skimming them along his sides. There's only the smallest of pauses when his hands curl around Felix's hips. In that moment of deliberation, Locus makes the decision to follow a silly line of thought. It's little effort for the muscles in his arms to constrict as he lifts Felix briefly and deposits him on the bed. He follows swiftly, pulling the undershirt off as he goes. Locus isn't a man driven by his passion, but he is a man driven by perfection—even if he knows he'll never achieve it. So it's that force behind him that he nearly blankets Felix's body with his own, forcefully claiming the place between his legs. Dipping down he forgoes a kiss to his mouth again and instead latches onto his throat to leave a trail of sucking kisses. ]
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What were they talking about? Felix doesn't fucking know or care. ]
Sam. [ His hands slide over Locus' bare shoulders and he tries, though admittedly not very hard, not to groan in appreciation at feeling the flex and constriction of his muscles under his palms. ] I want you—
[ There's a continuation of this thought, but it gets jumbled up in wanting everything at once. To say nothing of how distracting his mouth is. He squirms under him, half bucking his hips and half just trying to feel more of Locus' body against his own. His fingers curl until it's fingernails instead of fingerpads raking over Locus' back. ]
Kiss me. [ Locus' hair gets an urgent tug. ] Your mouth please right now thank you.
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No.
[ Because Felix isn't calling the shots in this. Locus is. He's... not playing a game, exactly, but... just testing things. Seeing what he's capable of and what Felix is receptive to. And to just keep him well occupied and his mind free of any previous thoughts.
He pulls back, his hands dragging down Felix's sides and converge on the catch of his trousers. It's undone and he pulls to get them off. Because of the position they're in, he has to shift back some to get out of the way. The rest of Felix's clothes join the pile on the floor. They're not important, anyway. One of Locus' hands is curled loosely around Felix's ankle and he just stares down at him, his eyes darkened and predatory.
While he's not some casanova in the bedroom, he does have a few ideas about certain things to do and try. Might as well try something now to keep in line with the whole afternoon jaunt. Locus makes a gesture with his other hand, his tone low, commanding; ]
Turn over.
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But worse than that is when he pulls away. Startled, not understanding and thinking that that's it, whatever they're doing is over, Felix goes up onto his elbows, but by then Locus is open his pants and pulling them off. Any protest he might have made is silenced by the eroticism of that simple act. Though that's nothing to the look Locus gives him then. No one really looks at him like that, least of all Locus, and the fact that he is goes a ways in silencing the doubt about whether or not this is something Locus actually wants to be doing with him. The look Locus gets in return is one mostly of desire. And a tiny, faint glimmer hopefulness.
To be told to turn over isn't expected. Felix could think of a number of things to do with someone in such a position, but while he knows that Locus isn't some naive virgin who doesn't know anything about sex, he doesn't think he's got as filthy a mind. Still, not wanting to hesitate and ruin anything, he rolls over onto his stomach. It provides a whisper of friction along his cock, which does nothing for his patience or his arousal. ]
Like this? Or on my hands and knees? Or...?
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But, that's not something for now. Now Locus is trying to find his place in all this and how to keep things working. He doesn't yet realize the control he has and how much he can extort from the situation. ]
Stop talking.
[ An idle demand. One that's familiar in tone as it is in completion. He's not angry when he says it, even though it is said a bit sharply. Locus shifts between Felix's legs and just smoothes the palms of his hands along the back of Felix's calves, into the dip of his knee then halfway up his thighs. Heat twists his stomach and it's becoming less foreign. He exhales a slow breath, then he's gripping tight around Felix's hips to lift him up higher, pulling him back so his ass is flush with Locus' groin. The hard line pressing against Felix isn't just his imagination. He runs his hand along the line of Felix's spine, applying pressure just above the jut of his shoulderblades. The intention is clear, he thinks, for Felix to stay down but keep his back end up. ]
Don't move.
[ Locus slips off the bed and to the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out the lube. On the way back, there's the clink of his belt as he unbuckles it, followed by the shuff of fabric as his clothes fall to the floor. He rejoins Felix there, kneeling between his spread legs. Both hands, again, move over Felix's thighs and higher up this time. Fingers digging into the thicker flesh of his ass, spreading him a little more. Then, he's dipping down, his tongue flicking over Felix's hole and along the seam before coming right back and teasing him open with the slick tip of his tongue. ]
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He bites his lip to keep his mouth shut, smothering the sarcasm first with his teeth and then by pressing his face into the bed. It helps keep him quiet when Locus hauls his hips up and Felix can feel his erection against his ass, covered but close enough that it's easy to believe Locus means to fuck him. Now, he thinks, he knows what Locus likes: ass up, face down, and Felix refuses to start wondering why. Down that path lies Washington.
Then he's gone, the rush of air cold against Felix's skin. It prickles, making him shiver, but he's too focused on listening to what Locus is doing to worry about it. Drawer: lube. Belt: naked. The mattress dips, signalling Locus' arrival, and Felix prepares for the cool touch of lube against his ass.
What he gets instead is warm and slick and firm and oh holy fucking God it's Locus' tongue. He hasn't even tried to blow him and already he's doing this? That, combined with the sensation, draws a thin, high-pitched sound from Felix's throat before he realizes he's doing it, his fingers clawing into the sheets so hard something tears and his muscles trembling against the order not to move. He's never heard himself make such a noise before, can barely believe he made it.
Neither can Leon, apparently, because a few seconds later something heavy thumps against the door, followed swiftly by the scrape of claws.
Words are beyond him. He tries though, a garbled groan of sound that's supposed to be go the fuck away and probably seems more like someone's killing him. Or that he's having an orgasm. Thankfully, he isn't coming too soon this time. But Leon scratches again, unconvinced. ]
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With a low noise he pulls away, cursing low in Spanish under his breath. Sometimes it's just easier and more scathing that way. Once again he slips off the bed and moves to the door. ]
You just had to get a wild animal.
[ There's the sound of shifting fabric as Locus pulls his boxer briefs back on. His hand grabs the knob of the door, but he stops before pulling it open. ]
Do not move.
[ Then, before Felix can even respond, Locus pulls the door slightly open and grabs Leon by the scruff of his neck before he can get through the crack. He's not happy about it, but neither is Locus. He leaves the room with Leon fussing the whole way and eventually the house falls silent. Quick as he can Locus ties Leon up in the garage and then he's back on his way up to the bedroom. He's quiet as he moves, much like always, and knows which steps creak and where. And, to be honest, he's moving this way to surprise Felix and see if he paid attention to Locus' directions or not. ]
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And then Locus' warm, wet mouth is gone, leaving a discontented, whining groan to creep its way up Felix's throat.
The rustle of fabric that comes after he feels Locus dismount from the bed makes Felix stop trying to smother himself in frustration and glance his way. Underwear. He's putting his fucking underwear on. Felix is about to slump sideways and complain when Locus forestalls it by telling him to stay put. In the swirl of arousal and frustrated disappointment, it's difficult to understand what he means by that. Especially since he fucking leaves.
This is an awful position to be in. Literally. And with nothing happening and no sounds to fill the room, Felix has all the time in the world to focus on it. He's cold and the wet skin isn't helping with that. His knees are starting to bother him. His back feels like it could use a stretch or a crack or something. His erection's starting to flag and he's too disgruntled to do anything about it.
Sighing, he turns his head into his hand to rub at his forehead. Fucking Leon. If Locus isn't back in the next three minutes, he decides, he's moving, to hell with this shit about not, and putting some pants on. ]
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So you can follow directions.
[ Good to know. Though his own erection had begun to flag on his detour downstairs, it's certainly not any longer. Learning new things about himself every day, apparently. The underwear is shucked off again and kicked to the side before he gets back on the bed. He doesn't immediately resume the activity from before, but instead fits himself against Felix and smoothes his hands along his sides and down over the curve of his ass and thighs. One hand shifts off to brace himself on the bed while the other moves around to curl around Felix's cock.
Only seems fair to get them back on the same page again. Locus' strokes along Felix's cock are a little slow, but he takes time to rub his thumb along the head to promote more sensation. ]