—Dream. Ah. If it were his dream. And all of a sudden, he feels guilty and dirty again, actually hoping for something like that to happen. Maybe he wouldn’t even like it as much if it really happened. Maybe it was just the dream making it hotter.
But. Better things to focus on. Like Felix’s lips on his, which he immediately gets in on, hand threading through the man’s hair as the other presses them together, close and heated with honestly too many pieces of clothing on. “I know you wanted to cuddle, but…” It’s. Silly to ask, he should just let Felix guide them. But. “Could we maybe… do something else in bed?” The smoothest. Most suave. Absolute casanova.
Felix isn’t the best with this stuff. … That’s it, that’s all there is to say about that.
And then– Oh. Well if that doesn’t make Felix’s face heat up a bit more. And then also. Yeah. The awkwardness is almost just. He’s used to it by now, and he knows what Locus means anyways, so. Eh. Doesn’t bother him. “–Ah. Absolutely.” He probably couldn’t sound anymore excited there, wow. Oops.
And then his fingers are already inching underneath the other’s shirt. Incredible.
He grins, setting aside thoughts about the dream when there are far more appealing subjects at hand. He pulls his shirt off at the inquisitive fingers, before his hands are back where they were and holding Felix against him.
Then he pushes up at Felix's shirt, hands roaming over his skin as he moves them more onto the bed, always kissing him. Except. When he can't, like when he took his shirt off. But. He can now, and he's doing it pretty passionately.
