Back in Slytherin || Ferris & Felix
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 Ferris heard Felixâs tiny acknowledgement and bit his lip, sitting against the otherâs bed on his elbows. He hummed in his throat  at the Slytherinâs question and shrugged. âYour bed is comfortable.â He stated, twisting a bit against it to smell it. Even blind, he knew his angles- his arse looked fantastic after all, so if he turned so his back was to himâŚÂ âAnd it smells nice. Like you.â
He laid his head back and brushed a few curls off his own face. âWhat other activity could you mean? What else would I do with my boyfriend but smell his bed and eat dinner?â Ferris teased.
He hadnât seen this side of him before. Felix felt shyer in front of him than he had in ages. âIt is...â he said, fidgeting a bit.Â
Then Ferris pushed his curls away and his eyes caught the light and Felixâs chest ached in that familiar way. âI donât know what Iâm doing.â he blurted, anxiety peaking. âI-I know what you want to do but I-,â he gestured helplessly at himself. âI donât know the first thing about how to do the-the thing. It. That whole ordeal.âÂ














