Wolf was more than all right with Felix's fumbling teenager efforts, and honestly he wasn't so fumbling. Their foreheads hadn't cracked together as they leaned in to kiss, and Felix hadn't fallen off the bed when he'd first jumped up to reach Wolf at the pillows, so overall everything was going smoothly. No matter how experienced two people were, the first time they got together was a learning experience. If Felix went all out and bit another person's neck hard, they might not be completely thrilled, and Wolf wasn't shy in the least to tell what he wanted. Felix also was a good listener.
"Yeah," Wolf encouraged, arching his neck to the side even more as the pressure of Felix's teeth increased. It helped a lot that his hands were gliding against the sensitive skin of his chest, and that it felt amazing. He was more than happy to assist Felix in getting his shirt off his shoulders once it was completely unbuttoned, and after a bit of shimmying beneath the younger man the shirt was finally free, and pushed over the side of the bed.
The burning sensation in his belly as Felix rolled his hips against him from above felt like Wolf had swallowed magma, and that heat spread out through his long limbs faster than he could keep track of it. "Keep going," he said, his voice sounding fervent and thick. Usually emotion didn't stick to his voice much, not like it did for hearing people anyway, but the passion was there now. Wolf didn't have to be able to hear himself to get that across.
While Felix was busy sucking on his neck (Wolf would later appreciate the ease with which he could hide the mark), Wolf grasped the back of Felix's undershirt and dragged it up his back, determined to pull it completely over Felix's head. There was a point when he paused, his fingertips digging into Felix's shoulder muscles, when one of Felix's thrusts hit just right, but otherwise there was no keeping him from realizing his preference for skin on skin, and he'd send Felix's shirt down to the floor after his own.