It was easy to tell he'd taken it a step too far, because as soon as Felix's hand landed on his, everything stopped. The kissing, the grinding, everything. Felix was lifting himself off completely and sitting heavily on the mattress, making it dip to Wolf's side. Wolf remained lying down for several seconds to let it all wash over him, because his body was screaming in protest, but pretty soon he was sitting up too. The differences between them showed loud and clear as Felix's posture closed up and Wolf kept his legs spread wide, leaning back on his hands in a completely casual manner. Felix already knew how hard he was, he'd felt it, so there was no reason to hide.
Felix looked so pathetic, like he'd been kicked, as he explained he wasn't ready, and apologized more than once. Wolf's heart may have gone out to him if it weren't beating so quickly in his chest, numb to much emotion.
"Don't be sorry," Wolf said, and smiled genuinely, though he was unsure if Felix would look up at him to see it. "I'm disappointed, but only because you're hot as hell." He dragged a hand through his own hair as well, trying to make it look halfway presentable. It was so thick it was often difficult to tame, and a quick roll in the hay could undo a lot of the primping ritual he had to go through to make it look decent.
"We should get to know each other better," he suggested, then added with a grin, "and not just so I can fuck you."