[ 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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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. ]