Felix helped the other man take off his undershirt, wiggling his shoulders a bit to get it to join Wolf’s shirt on the floor. He was well built, his arms and shoulders strong from pitching. Felix believed in the whole ‘your body is a temple’ ideal, and so he took care of himself. Finally all those hours of rock climbing, training, and playing had an immediate positive attached to it: he wasn’t at all embarrassed about being shirtless. He pulled off of the place he’d left a little mark, instead starting to pull back.
He didn’t sit up, but he did roll his hips again to get that electric feel of their bodies once more. His hands worked in a rhythm of up and down, touching all of Wolf’s chest. A thumb brushed over one of Wolf’s nubs, Felix starting to kiss from one clavicle to the next one. His fears of Wolf using this again him would rise the next morning, when he remembered what they’d done. But they would also be slowly put down after he remembered how Wolf had looked- and how nice he’d been after Felix had fucked up that first time around.
Eventually, his lips made it back to Wolf’s mouth, ready for another round. His nose uncomfortably bumped into Wolf’s, but that was rectified as they got skin to skin. Pressed together like that, Felix couldn’t think of a single reason to ever leave that orange room.