It was difficult to get a good, appraising look in when Felix was pressed against him, but Wolf didn't need to stare very long to know Felix had a great body. He actually already knew it, it was obvious, but the fact couldn't help but hit him again as the undershirt came off.
Felix's build was solid. There wasn't a soft spot on him, as his skin was stretched taut over conditioned muscles. Though still growing into his frame, Wolf could easily tell Felix was bulkier than he was – not that noticing that in and of itself was too impressive, because Wolf was slender – and he liked it. As long as someone was in shape it wasn't difficult to find them attractive, but when a long, lanky person like himself was with someone of the same body type, being intimate easily turned into a tangle of limbs. With Felix, Wolf knew exactly where he ended and Felix began, and goddamn was Felix fine.
Wolf didn't hesitate to map Felix's body with his hands, rubbing his palms against Felix's muscled arms, back, and sides. Sometimes he would clamp his hands on the back of Felix's neck or curl his fingers into Felix's hair, guiding where his mouth was against his skin, or pulling him down more firmly. All the while their hips were flush together, Felix's hands were roaming his chest, and Wolf just got lost in it.
That is, until he felt Felix's mouth against his own, and Wolf's brain decided to come out of standby. The minor incident with their noses (they both had rather pronounced noses, it was bound to happen) smoothed out into another great kiss, and it prompted Wolf to sneak his hands between their bodies, past their chests and stomachs and abs, right down to the fastenings on Felix's pants. Wolf's own jeans felt painfully constricting and were annoying him; he was more than ready to take the next step.