[ 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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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. ]