Felix scrambled up on the bed at once, almost falling off in his enthusiasm to follow those lips. These paphian feelings filled him up, and he began to kiss Wolf the moment he could. It was like they had magnets for him, he was unable to say ‘no’ to them, to pressing against them softly and starting to settle between Wolf’s legs. It wasn’t for the sexual gratification, but rather because it seemed the simplest way to go; in particular when he was having a hard time not pushing Wolf down to the pillows, or even trying to flip them over so that Wolf could be on top of them.
Because Felix was in uncharted waters. With girls, he knew the act: some kissing, and then pulling back and acting like a gentlemen when he said that they should slow down a little bit. Slowing down was the last thing on his mind then, his mouth starting to open again as his hand found purchase in those soft strands once more. His back arched upwards, keeping them from truly lining up, from really being pressed together. It seemed that Felix was trying to at least act like a gentleman, even if his body was demanding that he all by dry hump the college boy.