[It's not that surprising at all that Felix drags him in as insistently as he does; Adrian huffs out a short laugh against his lips as he leans into the kiss. But the laun-- no, no, he's here. Chores can wait.
He goes back to leaving a nonsense pattern of kisses all over Felix's face and neck, brimming with affection. That answer is the perfect amount of honest, and really, Adrian finds Felix's willingness to trust him like this just as attractive as his hungry kisses. He slides a hand down Felix's side and then up under the hem of his shirt.]
Right now? [What about breakfast-- just kidding, he meant it, he's down, but just in case,] If you don't like, ah, something, just say.
[Nerves or no, Adrian has complete faith in Felix to complain about things he doesn't like, somehow. Precedent or something. Hopefully he likes a little under-shirt groping to go with his neck kisses, for now.]
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He goes back to leaving a nonsense pattern of kisses all over Felix's face and neck, brimming with affection. That answer is the perfect amount of honest, and really, Adrian finds Felix's willingness to trust him like this just as attractive as his hungry kisses. He slides a hand down Felix's side and then up under the hem of his shirt.]
Right now? [What about breakfast-- just kidding, he meant it, he's down, but just in case,] If you don't like, ah, something, just say.
[Nerves or no, Adrian has complete faith in Felix to complain about things he doesn't like, somehow. Precedent or something. Hopefully he likes a little under-shirt groping to go with his neck kisses, for now.]