[Felix's instincts are just as eager and excitable as that very first time they kissed, Adrian is noticing-- not that he's complaining at all, even as he makes a sputtering-delighted kind of noise at so many kisses plastered all over so suddenly. More of that mashing, and Adrian won't pretend he doesn't like it; but it's true that they're being mature adults who use their words right now, so. More mashing can come later.
It's helpful that Felix is so very endearing about making these decisions out loud. Adrian can't resist smiling broadly at him, adoring as always with an edge of affectionate amusement, and immediately ducking in to kiss his face again. He's just very sweet like this, and even though he's decided on hands, he's still going to get peppered with kisses before anything else. Adrian could just eat him whole-- fondly.
In a nice way. Emotionally? In a very good way, for sure.]
Felix, [he murmurs against Felix's neck, like he has more, but-- no, that's it, he's that enamored that he just has to say his name, all warmth and tenderness.
But alright, teaching, well. He traces his fingers down Felix's arm to catch his wrist and guide Felix's hand to the center of his chest, like, here; a good place to start.]
You can touch me, [obviously, but now it's a little different, his voice low. He puts his own hand on Felix's chest, a mirror image.] Touch me how you want to be touched.
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It's helpful that Felix is so very endearing about making these decisions out loud. Adrian can't resist smiling broadly at him, adoring as always with an edge of affectionate amusement, and immediately ducking in to kiss his face again. He's just very sweet like this, and even though he's decided on hands, he's still going to get peppered with kisses before anything else. Adrian could just eat him whole-- fondly.
In a nice way. Emotionally? In a very good way, for sure.]
Felix, [he murmurs against Felix's neck, like he has more, but-- no, that's it, he's that enamored that he just has to say his name, all warmth and tenderness.
But alright, teaching, well. He traces his fingers down Felix's arm to catch his wrist and guide Felix's hand to the center of his chest, like, here; a good place to start.]
You can touch me, [obviously, but now it's a little different, his voice low. He puts his own hand on Felix's chest, a mirror image.] Touch me how you want to be touched.