[But the laundryyy... and he should make breakfast... He can multitask, chores hovering idly at the very edge of his thoughts and kissing Felix like he should be savored. A delicious morning treat--
But yes, yes, the thing. The thing he is going to talk about, and not get sidetracked by Felix's hands on him, distracting even through his dorky pajama shirt.]
Well, the other day you wanted to, you know, wait. And that's fine, of course, but I don't want you to be... stressed about it.
[Stressed, overwhelmed, going a little crazy over it, whichever. It's not hard to notice the way Felix seems to hit roadblock after roadblock when it comes to any kind of vulnerability; Adrian figures trying to guess what someone else is thinking won't help, so: this. Here goes. He pulls back a bit to look Felix in the face, properly.]
I suppose what I mean to say is, whenever you feel like you're, ah, ready, then so am I.
[Felix will just have to crowd out his mind so he can't think about chores. It shouldn't be too hard...
Felix gives a short, soft hum to Adrian's first statement. He'd say he's not stressed, but that's not entirely true. It's all very new, a big adjustment to the way he's used to living. It's a good stress, but still.
However, perhaps it's unsurprising that instead of answering Adrian with words, Felix acts. He looks into his lover's eyes for a moment, and then puts hands on the sides of his jaw and pulls him in, kissing him hard and deep. Greedy hands then pull his shoulders closer, and he nips at Adrian's bottom lip as he breaks the kiss. Finally, he speaks breathlessly:]
I don't know if I'm ready. But I want to anyway.
[That is to say, he's a little nervous, and taking this step to be vulnerable and get much closer to someone is way outside of his comfort zone. But Felix is nothing if not brave, and he trusts Adrian, and their magnetic desire is going to make this happen sooner than later, anyway. You can only share a bed with someone for so long before... Things happen.]
[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.]
[The affection makes him feel warm and giddy, and while a normal person might respond to that feeling with laughter, with Felix it's just that he can't stop himself from smiling and making a soft hum of want as he grips the back of Adrian's head.]
You're telling me now, so- yes, now.
[Don't bring up that you're ready anytime if now doesn't count! Felix is impatient by nature.]
I will.
[It's true, he's likely to be vocal about what he wants and doesn't want. That is, unless he can't figure it out himself, or can't quite put words to it, but he's also always happy to gently shove someone away at the very least. And he knows Adrian will be patient and attentive enough to decipher his clumsy cues.
As for the groping, yes, he likes that. Adrian's hands send prickles of heat across his skin and Felix is already moving to undo the buttons on his prim little PJ shirt. His fingers work quickly, and his mouth is needy again, kissing him in any place he can reach. Ohhh, he knows it would be wiser not to rush, but he's so eager, he can't help it.]
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?
The touching, the squeezing, the thigh against him, their bodies coming flush together and their skin brushing through thin layers, it's all setting Felix's body slowly ablaze. He pushes Adrian's shirt out of the way and grips his back beneath his shoulder blades, hard enough for his fingernails to dig in slightly. His hips roll against Adrian, and a soft moan escapes him as he nips at his lover's throat and jaw and drags his lips hungrily up to his cheekbone.
That question is overwhelming, and Felix has no good answer. He has no clue what he's doing, but he wants all of it, all of Adrian, everything he has to give. The reassurance that his partner wants the same is nice, however, and helps to put some words in his mouth.]
I don't know. You're the one who knows how to do any of this... Teach me something.
[Adrian is a good teacher. Felix is an eager student. The idea of Adrian showing him something he already knows, learning from him while also being ignited by pleasure and desire, sounds pretty appetizing.
But, that doesn't narrow down what will be taught, so he adds:]
I want it all, too. But maybe we should start... Small.
[Gay sex isn't exactly normalized in Fódlan. Sex in general isn't discussed much, either. He doesn't even know how it works. Then, mix in Felix's own personal brand of long-term emotional and sexual repression. Realistically, something simple is the least likely to freak him out, embarrass him, or make his walls come up again.]
[Well, Felix is doing plenty well just acting on instinct, all things considered. Adrian lets go of him just long enough to shrug his pajama shirt all the way off-- and he does just let it slide off to the floor, all laundry now totally forgotten. Truly, Felix has him under a spell.
But it's true, every sound he makes, every movement burrows straight under Adrian's skin in the best kind of way, electric and tingling. Every second they're like this only makes him want Felix more, under him, over him, pressed so impossibly close that they could just fuse into one-- really, the possibilities are endless.
And teach me something is, mmm-- Adrian hums, raising an eyebrow, the quip about how that's not what he usually teaches on the tip of his tongue. He doesn't say it, though, because teaching Felix-- being the one who gets to be by his side while he figures out which intimacies he likes, and how much-- yeah, that's appealing.]
Small, [he nods, gazing at Felix in that same adoring way as always, then over at a spot on the wall as a thoughtful divot creases his brow. It's a serious topic, this sex education. What counts as "small," in this case... Simple and without myriad accessories to prepare, he supposes. Good, because they simply do not have any of that sitting around in the house.
He leans up on one elbow, letting his other hand trail up and down Felix's bare side again.]
[Felix's instincts are strong, and have generally served him well in his life. They're especially strong now, while every fibre of him burns with want, with need. When Adrian sheds his shirt, his body reacts again, like a vulture that's just spotted a juicy scrap of something. He strips his own shirt, and can't help his hands and mouth from exploring the newly revealed skin, wet kisses scattered around Adrian's shoulders and collarbone.
But he's getting distracted- they're supposed to be talking, figuring out what to do beyond kissing and touching. Adrian looks at him with that steady, warm gaze, repeating his last word like a confirmation, such an Adrian-ism. Though while on some occasions he's repeating Felix with amusement or incredulity, right now he's earnest and sincere. It's sweet, and Felix could just fall into those eyes.
At the question, hands or mouth? The softest choked sound comes from the back of Felix's throat, and his cheeks burn, turning redder than they already were with the flush of lust. His eyes divert for a moment, embarrassed by even the simple act of talking about specifics aloud.]
Uh... H-hands.
[Mouth seems like a lot, both on the giving and receiving end. And Felix knows much better how to use his hands, so maybe that's a transferable skill that would make him feel more confident.]
[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.
[He likes that silly noise Adrian makes. He likes making him feel things. Thank Goddess Felix isn't the only one feeling things, after all.
It's even more clear what Adrian is feeling as he says his name like that- with such affection, such... Well, the other word that comes to mind is a bit scary, so he doesn't let himself linger on it. He does linger in that moment, though, closing his eyes briefly, cradling the back of Adrian's head. His cheeks are still flushed, but now it's because of how smitten his partner seems to be with him. It's overwhelming, but in the best way. So good it's scary, so scary it's good. Or something.
Adrian takes him by the wrist, which in itself is already hot, somehow. Gives him permission to touch in that low voice- even hotter. But how he positions their hands- oh, that's smart. Learning by feeling. He takes a breath as he meets Adrian's eyes, and he nods, taking it seriously. Okay. Touch him how I want to be touched. He closes his eyes and imagines where he wants Adrian's hand to go.
First his hand slides up, slowly over scar-littered skin, to clasp the side of Adrian's neck. Gently, Felix pulls him forward for a kiss, a shallow one, just open-mouthed brushes of lips and tongue. He continues the kissing as he moves his hand downward, just as slowly, to his partner's waist. He grips there in a similar way, pulling ever so slightly forward.
Now his breath hitches, and he hesitates before the next part, not because he's unsure, but because the anticipation of it feels so significant. He knows when he touches Adrian here, Adrian will touch him there in turn, and he wants that so much it's hard to even bear.
Carefully, he lifts his hand and slides it very gently under Adrian's waistband, into the divet of his hip, between his hip bone and the base of his cock. For now, he just rubs that place, not going any further until he processes how it feels on himself.]
[Speaking of already hot, Adrian mentally awards himself, like, ten whole points for this very good idea. He keeps his eyes open, watching Felix even as he mimics the movement of his hand just a little bit behind.
It's productive, that's for sure. He likes this, being explored and exploring in turn, and hums quiet and appreciative into Felix's mouth as his touch passes over sensitive spots. You know, for reference. The press of his own hand doesn't hesitate as it roves down Felix's body, buoyed by the mutual assurance of this being where Felix wants to be touched. It's nice to have a set path, all things considered-- much as he's past the mashing stage himself, he still faces the choice paralysis of wanting to touch Felix all over, so--
Well, it's great to have a map, as it were. A soft and intimate map that makes his skin tingle pleasantly the lower and lower it tracks. He hopes Felix is feeling the same as he repeats the movement, dipping his fingers below waistband, into hip, pressing over that spot. Felix's touch makes him shift his hips forward just a little, not, like, needy? Maybe a little needy.
The constant inner war of wanting to touch and be touched and also going slow about it, whew. He lets out a small huff that isn't quite a gasp, pressing their lips into another, hungrier kiss.]
[It's an extremely good idea, definitely worth at least ten points. Even fifteen. It's amazing to feel in sync with Adrian, like they're communicating without words. It also helps to temper Felix's urge to mash and grab everywhere. As much as he wants to rush in, doing so would probably just overwhelm him and he'd need to stop abruptly in the midst of it. With this intentional decision and communication of where he wants to be touched, he's forced to stop and think, to process how he feels about something before charging ahead.
It makes the buildup slow and delicious, and as Adrian's hand slides firmly down his body and under his waistband, his breath hitches loudly.]
Yes.
[Yes. Yes. He matches the deeper intensity of the kiss as his own hips roll forward. He moans softly; it's such a sensitive spot, and Adrian is touching him there, which is still hard to even believe. He bites at Adrian's bottom lip, a sign that the desperate, yearning desire is still present, just being thoroughly reined in at the moment.
Once he's thoroughly enjoyed this touch for a few extra-long moments, his hand moves around the base of Adrian's cock. He's never touched one but his own, but he imagines it works mostly the same? Slowly, gently, he begins to stroke his partner's shaft.]
Is that okay?
[Because Felix's comfort with what they're doing isn't the only thing that matters. Adrian has Felix's implicit consent to touch him there, given their little teaching exercise, but he doesn't want to assume consent in the other direction just because Adrian has more experience.]
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—]
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.]
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But yes, yes, the thing. The thing he is going to talk about, and not get sidetracked by Felix's hands on him, distracting even through his dorky pajama shirt.]
Well, the other day you wanted to, you know, wait. And that's fine, of course, but I don't want you to be... stressed about it.
[Stressed, overwhelmed, going a little crazy over it, whichever. It's not hard to notice the way Felix seems to hit roadblock after roadblock when it comes to any kind of vulnerability; Adrian figures trying to guess what someone else is thinking won't help, so: this. Here goes. He pulls back a bit to look Felix in the face, properly.]
I suppose what I mean to say is, whenever you feel like you're, ah, ready, then so am I.
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Felix gives a short, soft hum to Adrian's first statement. He'd say he's not stressed, but that's not entirely true. It's all very new, a big adjustment to the way he's used to living. It's a good stress, but still.
However, perhaps it's unsurprising that instead of answering Adrian with words, Felix acts. He looks into his lover's eyes for a moment, and then puts hands on the sides of his jaw and pulls him in, kissing him hard and deep. Greedy hands then pull his shoulders closer, and he nips at Adrian's bottom lip as he breaks the kiss. Finally, he speaks breathlessly:]
I don't know if I'm ready. But I want to anyway.
[That is to say, he's a little nervous, and taking this step to be vulnerable and get much closer to someone is way outside of his comfort zone. But Felix is nothing if not brave, and he trusts Adrian, and their magnetic desire is going to make this happen sooner than later, anyway. You can only share a bed with someone for so long before... Things happen.]
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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.]
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You're telling me now, so- yes, now.
[Don't bring up that you're ready anytime if now doesn't count! Felix is impatient by nature.]
I will.
[It's true, he's likely to be vocal about what he wants and doesn't want. That is, unless he can't figure it out himself, or can't quite put words to it, but he's also always happy to gently shove someone away at the very least. And he knows Adrian will be patient and attentive enough to decipher his clumsy cues.
As for the groping, yes, he likes that. Adrian's hands send prickles of heat across his skin and Felix is already moving to undo the buttons on his prim little PJ shirt. His fingers work quickly, and his mouth is needy again, kissing him in any place he can reach. Ohhh, he knows it would be wiser not to rush, but he's so eager, he can't help it.]
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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?
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The touching, the squeezing, the thigh against him, their bodies coming flush together and their skin brushing through thin layers, it's all setting Felix's body slowly ablaze. He pushes Adrian's shirt out of the way and grips his back beneath his shoulder blades, hard enough for his fingernails to dig in slightly. His hips roll against Adrian, and a soft moan escapes him as he nips at his lover's throat and jaw and drags his lips hungrily up to his cheekbone.
That question is overwhelming, and Felix has no good answer. He has no clue what he's doing, but he wants all of it, all of Adrian, everything he has to give. The reassurance that his partner wants the same is nice, however, and helps to put some words in his mouth.]
I don't know. You're the one who knows how to do any of this... Teach me something.
[Adrian is a good teacher. Felix is an eager student. The idea of Adrian showing him something he already knows, learning from him while also being ignited by pleasure and desire, sounds pretty appetizing.
But, that doesn't narrow down what will be taught, so he adds:]
I want it all, too. But maybe we should start... Small.
[Gay sex isn't exactly normalized in Fódlan. Sex in general isn't discussed much, either. He doesn't even know how it works. Then, mix in Felix's own personal brand of long-term emotional and sexual repression. Realistically, something simple is the least likely to freak him out, embarrass him, or make his walls come up again.]
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But it's true, every sound he makes, every movement burrows straight under Adrian's skin in the best kind of way, electric and tingling. Every second they're like this only makes him want Felix more, under him, over him, pressed so impossibly close that they could just fuse into one-- really, the possibilities are endless.
And teach me something is, mmm-- Adrian hums, raising an eyebrow, the quip about how that's not what he usually teaches on the tip of his tongue. He doesn't say it, though, because teaching Felix-- being the one who gets to be by his side while he figures out which intimacies he likes, and how much-- yeah, that's appealing.]
Small, [he nods, gazing at Felix in that same adoring way as always, then over at a spot on the wall as a thoughtful divot creases his brow. It's a serious topic, this sex education. What counts as "small," in this case... Simple and without myriad accessories to prepare, he supposes. Good, because they simply do not have any of that sitting around in the house.
He leans up on one elbow, letting his other hand trail up and down Felix's bare side again.]
In that case, hands or mouth?
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But he's getting distracted- they're supposed to be talking, figuring out what to do beyond kissing and touching. Adrian looks at him with that steady, warm gaze, repeating his last word like a confirmation, such an Adrian-ism. Though while on some occasions he's repeating Felix with amusement or incredulity, right now he's earnest and sincere. It's sweet, and Felix could just fall into those eyes.
At the question, hands or mouth? The softest choked sound comes from the back of Felix's throat, and his cheeks burn, turning redder than they already were with the flush of lust. His eyes divert for a moment, embarrassed by even the simple act of talking about specifics aloud.]
Uh... H-hands.
[Mouth seems like a lot, both on the giving and receiving end. And Felix knows much better how to use his hands, so maybe that's a transferable skill that would make him feel more confident.]
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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.
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It's even more clear what Adrian is feeling as he says his name like that- with such affection, such... Well, the other word that comes to mind is a bit scary, so he doesn't let himself linger on it. He does linger in that moment, though, closing his eyes briefly, cradling the back of Adrian's head. His cheeks are still flushed, but now it's because of how smitten his partner seems to be with him. It's overwhelming, but in the best way. So good it's scary, so scary it's good. Or something.
Adrian takes him by the wrist, which in itself is already hot, somehow. Gives him permission to touch in that low voice- even hotter. But how he positions their hands- oh, that's smart. Learning by feeling. He takes a breath as he meets Adrian's eyes, and he nods, taking it seriously. Okay. Touch him how I want to be touched. He closes his eyes and imagines where he wants Adrian's hand to go.
First his hand slides up, slowly over scar-littered skin, to clasp the side of Adrian's neck. Gently, Felix pulls him forward for a kiss, a shallow one, just open-mouthed brushes of lips and tongue. He continues the kissing as he moves his hand downward, just as slowly, to his partner's waist. He grips there in a similar way, pulling ever so slightly forward.
Now his breath hitches, and he hesitates before the next part, not because he's unsure, but because the anticipation of it feels so significant. He knows when he touches Adrian here, Adrian will touch him there in turn, and he wants that so much it's hard to even bear.
Carefully, he lifts his hand and slides it very gently under Adrian's waistband, into the divet of his hip, between his hip bone and the base of his cock. For now, he just rubs that place, not going any further until he processes how it feels on himself.]
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It's productive, that's for sure. He likes this, being explored and exploring in turn, and hums quiet and appreciative into Felix's mouth as his touch passes over sensitive spots. You know, for reference. The press of his own hand doesn't hesitate as it roves down Felix's body, buoyed by the mutual assurance of this being where Felix wants to be touched. It's nice to have a set path, all things considered-- much as he's past the mashing stage himself, he still faces the choice paralysis of wanting to touch Felix all over, so--
Well, it's great to have a map, as it were. A soft and intimate map that makes his skin tingle pleasantly the lower and lower it tracks. He hopes Felix is feeling the same as he repeats the movement, dipping his fingers below waistband, into hip, pressing over that spot. Felix's touch makes him shift his hips forward just a little, not, like, needy? Maybe a little needy.
The constant inner war of wanting to touch and be touched and also going slow about it, whew. He lets out a small huff that isn't quite a gasp, pressing their lips into another, hungrier kiss.]
That's good, [he murmurs, helpfully, encouragingly,] Yes?
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It makes the buildup slow and delicious, and as Adrian's hand slides firmly down his body and under his waistband, his breath hitches loudly.]
Yes.
[Yes. Yes. He matches the deeper intensity of the kiss as his own hips roll forward. He moans softly; it's such a sensitive spot, and Adrian is touching him there, which is still hard to even believe. He bites at Adrian's bottom lip, a sign that the desperate, yearning desire is still present, just being thoroughly reined in at the moment.
Once he's thoroughly enjoyed this touch for a few extra-long moments, his hand moves around the base of Adrian's cock. He's never touched one but his own, but he imagines it works mostly the same? Slowly, gently, he begins to stroke his partner's shaft.]
Is that okay?
[Because Felix's comfort with what they're doing isn't the only thing that matters. Adrian has Felix's implicit consent to touch him there, given their little teaching exercise, but he doesn't want to assume consent in the other direction just because Adrian has more experience.]
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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—]
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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.]