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[wrathstrikes]

What do you want. Can't you see I'm busy?

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[Wow, a whole fifteen—

There will definitely be a time and a place for the good ol' mash-n-grab, and Adrian will enjoy getting lost in the rush of it when it happens for sure, but - not yet. This intentional, purposeful method is multilayered anyway: experimental, to see what works; guiding, to keep the both of them focused; and, like, super hot, to be super hot. Going so slow and lowkey might not sound interesting on paper, but in practice?

In practice, to touch and be touched in such a purposeful way, to hear Felix's breathing quicken and stutter right alongside his own, the sounds he makes, the warm press of his skin— mmph. Twenty points, actually.

Adrian enjoys those moments just as much as Felix does, enjoys Felix, the way one enjoys being cozy in front of a fireplace, all sleepy and pleasurable; and so Felix's fingers wrapped around his cock make his hips jerk and a soft noise catch in his throat. He knew it was coming, of course, but the anticipation of it seems to have heightened all of his senses; he's been smoldering, and Felix can set him fully ablaze.

And, oh— he nods, nosing against Felix's cheek, pressing a kiss to his jaw and sliding his hand down in turn, relishing the heat between them and curling fingers around his cock. He'll answer this question properly, for real, just after a few strokes, punctuated by more short kisses. Is that okay, what a sweetheart—]

Yes. More than okay. You're doing great.

[He'll get a good grade and everything—]

[wrathstrikes]

[Yes, definitely hot enough for twenty points.

Adrian's reaction to his touch surprises Felix a little, his eyes widening slightly and his hand stilling for a moment, wondering for a split second if it was a bad reaction. But by now he knows enough about what Adrian looks and sounds like when he's enjoying himself, and it's divine to watch him, to hear him responding to Felix's touch. It heats his face all the more, especially when Adrian starts to touch him in the same way. He exhales, hot and shaky, between the kisses. Holy fucking Goddess.

Usually, Felix isn't a fan of praise unless he feels he's truly earned it (which is a high bar), but with Adrian, it's different. It's pathetic of him, in his opinion, but he likes any kind of praise from someone he respects and admires so much. Plus, the words reassure him that Adrian does feel as good as Felix does.

It's not like he hasn't felt a hand on his cock a hundred times before, but it's different when it's somebody else. The experience is much more than the sum of its parts. More than mere touch, or words, or sensation. It's all of that combined, plus this heat between them, this electricity, this attraction. It's the trust it takes for Felix to let someone else touch him like this. It's the patience and grace Adrian gives him as he learns. It's the deep need Felix has for this man, and the Herculean effort it takes to take this slow, to do it right. But it's worth it. He wants to do it right.

Tentatively, he tightens his grip a little, deepening his strokes and their kisses. His other hand comes up to clasp Adrian's jaw, cradling his face close. Felix allows himself to get lost in how dizzyingly euphoric this is. His hips continue to cant forward, searching for more sensation. A small, soft moan travels out on an exhale.]

More. Please.

[His brain short-circuits for a moment and he forgets the rules of their little game- that he has to give more to get more. Realizing this, his hand picks up its pace slightly.]