[oh, but he moves quite willingly when Felix boxes him in, peering upward through long lashes as his weight leans back, milky scent more plain at this distance. This is most assuredly a man who isn't unused to being under partners, a thread of comfortable mischief on his face. He could take you, Felix. (In a fight too, yes. Possibly. It'd at least be a worthwhile spar.)]

Hmm... I wonder. Maybe you can tell me what you think...?

[His fingers are soft and delicate with just a few calluses here and there—from reading and writing mostly. And that thumb traces across Felix's lips to give him a little more sensation, sweet and warm.]

Then by all means... or are you planning to try to get me to make you move? Hehe.

[more and more people seem to be bringing out this side of him of late.]