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He just laughed at the biting remark, used it by now from the other man, able to tell that he didn't quite mean if it. Besides, even with the comment, the sweet noises he made were worth the sting of the words, sending sparks down his spine, his thighs twitching.

"Breathe," he said softly, pressing the first finger inside of Felix. He moved slowly, working his finger in a circle to ease him open little by little, stroking his walls. He hoped the fingers squeezing and stroking his cock would distract from any initial discomfort along with the press of kisses to lips and throat.

"I am..." Their foreheads met and he closed his eyes as he felt that finger push inside him. It wasn't comfortable but the distractions helped. Before he could stop himself, he let out a sound that was almost like a whimper and he quickly buried his face against Kirk's neck, trying to hide away from the fact that he'd made a sound like that. Swallowing, he shifted his hips to welcome more.

He wanted that. Wanted to feel him.

"...keep moving..."

He didn't bother correcting Felix. He adjusted his position so it was easier for Felix to lean into him, to bury his face wherever he wanted. He murmured sweet nothings into his ear, nibbling the shell as his fingers continued their work. His thumb rolled over the heads of their cocks, feeling them from sticky with need. Gingerly he added the second finger, please to see that Felix's body gave for him quicker than with the first finger. Good.

"Almost ready now," he promised him, fingers thrusting in and out, pushing to widen him. "Why don't you make sure my cock is ready?" he suggested, meaning for Felix to lube him up, giving Felix something else to concentrate on other than his fingers pushing deeper inside his body, curling against his walls.

Blindly, he felt around for where he'd seen the thing of lube end up. When he found it, he yanked it in between them so he could coat his fingers. Looking down, he saw that hand stroking both of them, biting his lip at the sight of it. Batting the hand away impatiently, he wrapped it around Kirk's cock, stroking him and making sure the lube got all over the hardened flesh.

It was hard to believe he was seriously doing this. But he liked it. It felt good. He sure as hell wasn't going to tell the man to stop at this point that was for sure.

Lifting his head, he caught Kirk's mouth in a biting kiss. It actually ended up with Felix accidentally nipping his own lip on his teeth. He tasted blood and cursed a little, bringing his free hand up to rub at the broken skin. Glancing away, he shifted his hips, his body still wanting the attention obviously. "...sorry."

Even if it was his own lip he hadn't meant to be like that.

As much as Felix hated the sounds he was making, Kirk very much enjoyed them and had no shame in letting off a few of his own when Felix stroked him. Eagerly his hips rose, sliding his length in and out of Felix's grasp, enjoying the roughness of calloused palms. The kiss drew even more sounds, hungry and wanting and disappointed when Felix pulled back.

"No worries, everything's fine," he assured Felix, leaning in to lick a the wound, tease him back into a softer kiss as he added the last digit. His fingers worked faster now, pushing in deep as they could, teasing him wider. "Think you're ready for me?" he rasped, clearly hoping the answer was yes by the way his hips writhed beneath Felix.

The third finger earned another whimpering sound from Felix who nodded fast, not sure if he trusted his own voice. Yes. He was read for him. It was shocking that Kirk had actually licked at the blood on his lip and he looked him in the eyes for a couple seconds before looking away again.

Lifting his hips, he pressed himself closer, letting go of the cock that he was holding to make it easier for Kirk to line himself up. "Do it."

He was more than ready in his opinion.

"Breathe, nice and slow."

It was all the warning and advice he gave as he settled Felix's hips, bringing them down slowly, raising his and pressing his cock inside of the other. He couldn't hold back the hiss that broke from him as he pushed his head in - even with preparation, Felix was still tight. His fingers dug into the flesh of his rear, keeping Felix steady as he eased him down little by little, trembling from his own efforts to keep controlled.

"Ah..." He grabbed hold of Kirk's hair as he felt himself stretched open by that hardened cock. His back arched and Felix let his head fall back while he let himself enjoy how this felt. Sure it was a little uncomfortable but he knew that would go away. Especially if he focused on the good part of it.

So he willed himself to relax and accept it until the man was further inside of him. Then he was giving a roll of his hips, not letting himself be patient enough to wait. Luckily, that was what Kirk was here for. To make sure he didn't push himself too fast.

So eager. He enjoyed that, how much Felix wanted it, and god he wanted it too. But he kept hold of Felix's hips, not letting him move to fast, push to hard. He leaned in, biting down on Felix's shoulder, licking at the wound before carrying the kisses over his throat. Even so, it didn't take long for Kirk to fully sheathe himself inside of Felix, panting and holding him close as they got used to each other.

"Keep breathing for me, Felix," he murmured. "Move with me." He cupped Felix's cheek, touching their foreheads as he began to rock his hips up and down, shallowly thrusting to get Felix used to the sensation.

Felix moaned and pressed his forehead to Kirk's, closing his eyes as he did as he was told. He moved his body with him, feeling until he found the rhythm with him. Just like he would if he were dancing with a partner. It was surprisingly easy and when he found it, he discovered that the shallow movements went from good to amazing.

Tilting his head, he bumped noses with the man then caught his lips in a kiss. He knew that wouldn't help him with trying to keep breathing but he just didn't care at the moment.

As if he would ever deny Felix a kiss when he wanted it. He gave another and another, moaning against his lips, thrusting deeper into Felix as they found their rhythm. Confident Felix had it now, a hand slid up from Felix's hip, moving between them to take a nipple between his fingers, rolling and pinching it.

"Talk to me, Felix," he panted, nuzzling at his cheek. "Tell me what you want."

"Nngh... Idiot." He whimpered and pulled at the hair he was holding. How was he supposed to talk like this? How was Kirk talking? It wasn't fair.

"H-halffff..." He gasped and his back arched. "-wit..."

Leaning forward, he snapped his teeth at those stupidly nice lips. How dare his mouth be that nice.

Insulting him only earned breathy laps, melting into heated groans as Felix kissed him again. Oral fetish, perhaps? He would want to explore than later, he thought. He gripped Felix close, suddenly twisting them, pressing Felix down into the sheets and pillows. He lifted his hips, thrusting harder, moving his kisses to Felix's chest and throat.

Felix have a startled cry before he could stop it. Then another when the pace got harder. Kirk got another taste of that flexibility as Felix's knees ended up on either side of his chest. Grabbing the pillow under his head now he tried to keep rocking his hips, finding harder in this position.

But Goddess did he try.

Kirk lifted his head, leaning further over Felix, bringing his hips up higher as he did, thrusting deep and looking for that one particular spot that would make Felix see stars. He cupped Felix's cheek, huffing as he fucked him into the sheets.

"Felix, baby, look at me," he urged, slipping his other hand between them to wrap around Felix's cock.

"N-n-not...baby... AH!" As soon as the noise was out, Felix yanked at his pillow. He was going to come. He knew it.

Still, he looked up at Kirk. Wait. Why was he looking at him like that? Like he only saw him in that moment. Felix wanted to tell him not to look at him that way because it was embarrassing but he never had the chance.

Because he came then with a choked noise.

God, that was beautiful - watching Felix come. He felt Felix's body tighten around him, drawing out a heady groan. He squeezed and stroked Felix's cock, milking him as he continued thrusting, drawing himself over the edge. He pressed his face into Felix's neck, groaning long and low as he came.

When he trusted himself again, he leaned back from Felix, easing his legs down, uncurling his body. Slowly he pulled out of Felix, moving to lay down beside the younger man, looping an arm around him, pressing tender kisses across his shoulder.

Eyes closed, it took him a second to realize something was licking his face. When he did realize, he opened his eyes to a red furry face. "I'm fine, Sylvain," he groaned out but still scratched the dog's ear to reassure him before dropping his hand to the edge of the bed so Dimitri would know too.

The puppies settled and Sylvain jumped off the bed again. This just left him becoming aware that he was being held. A little embarrassed by all the sounds he'd made, he turned his back to Kirk but stayed in his grasp.

Because okay fine. The contact was nice and he liked it a lot. At least this way he could enjoy the attention without having to have eye contact.

Seeing the puppies worried made him chuckle softly. They were as sweet as Felix himself, which made perfect sense. He let Felix keep his quiet though, simply holding him and pressing warm kisses over his shoulders and the back of his neck. Eventually, he pushed up though, pressing another kiss to his temple.

"I'll be right back," he promised, sliding off the bed and going to the bathroom to get a cloth and warm up the water, as well as get a glass of water for Felix. He set the latter on the night stand for Felix, tugging gently to get Felix to lay on his back so he could run the cloth over his stomach.

"You'll probably be a little sore tomorrow," he said, sounding only a little apologetic.

"Put pants on before you go out next time. Other people live here."

Felix gave him a glare of disapproval before rolling onto his back. He went to reach for the cloth but found that Kirk was already taking care of him. He flushed and looked away then.

"I'll be fine. And you don't have to do this. I can do it."

He ignored the rebuke, leaning over Felix to press a kiss to a warm cheek and then his lips. The cloth moved between Felix's legs, brushing over his thighs.

"I want to do this," Kirk insisted. "Now, turn just a little for me," he patted his thigh so he could clean Felix's back side. He watched Felix as he washed him, free hand stroking along his hip and up along his ribs. "You hungry at all, or do you just want to lay here for awhile?"

"You ask so many questions." Felix sighed, resting on his side and twitching because he was still sensitive to be touched there. The petting was keeping him soothed though. That was something.

But even after complaining about this question he did at least answer. "...both."

To many questions, perhaps, but the important ones. And Felix usually seemed to answer him, so they must not annoy him that much. He merely huffed around a smile at the reply, finishing cleaning the other.

"Right, give me another second," he slid off the bed and to ease Felix's nerves he found his underwear and slipped the tight shorts on before wandering out into the main area. It took him a minute to figure out where everything was and what was available, but eventually he came back in with a little assortment on a plate - he found some crackers, a bit of fruit, and some vegetables that could be eaten raw and with your fingers. An odd assortment, but he didn't want to take to much of anything and honestly had no idea what Felix would even like.

"Hopefully I got something you prefer," Kirk set the plate down on the nightstand, stripped his underwear and slid back in bed, laying beside Felix again and once more wrapping his arm around him.

He was surprised when Kirk joined him in bed again and even cuddled up with him. It was...nice. Felix looked at him a moment then quietly took a couple crackers and some of the vegetables. He pointedly ignored the fruit though. At least he was eating as he crunched on the food, leaning against the other man a little bit.

His body was sore but...pleasantly so. And he was liking the attention even if he didn't want to admit to the fact.

Okay and maybe he thought that smile on the man was nice too.

He kept a watchful eye to make sure Felix ate a little something and drank some water, but wasn't a nag about it, content to lay their in the quiet as Felix recovered. Well, almost quiet. Puppies and kittens are not, by nature, quiet beasts, but that was fine. The sounds were cute, a pleasant way to break up the steady pulse of breaths and the tiny shifts their bodies as Kirk idly slid a leg along Felix's, not quite twining their limbs, but almost.

"If you're not going to eat any of the fruit, pass me some?" he mumbled into Felix's shoulder after a bit, breaking the silence.

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