I'm just checking, [he mumbles, mouth against Felix's neck. He's checking, it's allowed! Two days ago Felix wanted to slow down, therefore he's going to check in. Right now absolutely counts, or he wouldn't have a hand up Felix's shirt already. He's pushing Felix's shirt up as he goes, hand mapping blindly over stomach and ribs and chest, every bit of warm skin he intends to get his mouth on later, when there are less shirts in the way.
Adrian gives an encouraging squeeze, eager to feel more of that needy, questing mouth against-- anywhere, he's not picky. He reaches for Felix's hip and tugs, slotting his thigh between both of Felix's and pressing in close against him.]
What do you want to do?
[Specifically, that is-- Adrian has options, for sure, but he's extremely open to requests. He noses against Felix's cheek until their lips meet again, kissing him deeply.]
I want you every possible way, [another kiss, shorter, like for emphasis of how down bad he is: it's very,] So-- what do you think?
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Adrian gives an encouraging squeeze, eager to feel more of that needy, questing mouth against-- anywhere, he's not picky. He reaches for Felix's hip and tugs, slotting his thigh between both of Felix's and pressing in close against him.]
What do you want to do?
[Specifically, that is-- Adrian has options, for sure, but he's extremely open to requests. He noses against Felix's cheek until their lips meet again, kissing him deeply.]
I want you every possible way, [another kiss, shorter, like for emphasis of how down bad he is: it's very,] So-- what do you think?