[Some 2-ish days after Felix's return to life, and after their very first stumbling foray into this new thing, with all of the feelings and the kissing and the sharing a bed-- It is morning, and Adrian is, somehow, folding laundry in Felix's bedroom. Untidy clothes give him hives, so even as he is still dressed for sleep (that is to say, undressed, technically), he's compelled to fold shirts and stack them tidily on the dresser.
But he's been thinking; an awful lot about Felix, naturally, and about things to do with Felix, and about how his heart melts every time Felix looks at him fondly and then hastily reforms to catch fire the few times they've, hm, gotten a little carried away, as it were. It's not that sex is an urgent demand, or even a demand at all, but he can hardly be blamed for thinking about it as much as he has these past two days given how much time they spend squeezed together in Felix's bed.
He's decided he will approach the matter delicately, because Felix wanted to go slow, and he respects that the same way he values being on the same page, so while he rolls up a pair of socks:]
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oh it'll be action alright
But he's been thinking; an awful lot about Felix, naturally, and about things to do with Felix, and about how his heart melts every time Felix looks at him fondly and then hastily reforms to catch fire the few times they've, hm, gotten a little carried away, as it were. It's not that sex is an urgent demand, or even a demand at all, but he can hardly be blamed for thinking about it as much as he has these past two days given how much time they spend squeezed together in Felix's bed.
He's decided he will approach the matter delicately, because Felix wanted to go slow, and he respects that the same way he values being on the same page, so while he rolls up a pair of socks:]
Felix? Are you awake over there?