[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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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.]