He was dizzy, the other’s removal of his shirt the most erotic thing he’d ever seen in person. Felix put his hand out and touched the bare skin of Wolf’s chest, palm flat against the sternum as he began to run his hand down to where Wolf was still unbuttoning, and then back up. He bit again, harder this time; Wolf’s words made Felix feel confident, confident that Wolf was alright with a fumbling teenager learning by feel. And God, the older college boy was a damn good teacher. He began to help pull the other’s shirt away, wanting to be able to explore Wolf’s torso with more freedom.
Slowing down might have been a good idea, considering that Felix knew full well he wasn’t ready for their pants to come off. Yes, Felix was a red blooded American man-boy who thought about sex more often than anyone really should. But Felix had very strong morals at home, and part of those morals and lessons has been that sex was for marriage. Felix wasn’t really ready to take it that far, but sex without some form of commitment or love behind it didn’t seem like a good idea. Felix did want that emotional connection, even if his body was begging ‘screw it, go for it’ at that moment.
Felix ground his hips without really realizing what he was doing, but he moaned into Wolf’s neck, the vibrations on the skin obvious. The black haired youth was also doing a damn good job leaving a hickey on Wolf’s neck, low enough that the other would be able to hide it if he wished.