Wolf took his shirt, but he wasn't in a hurry to put it back on, rather taking a moment to let his eyes linger on Felix's torso until the dumb white undershirt was covering it again. Only then did he shrug his pink shirt back on, but left it unbuttoned. There was no point in going through the trouble, because Wolf had a feeling that when Felix left all he was going to do was take it off again, jerk off, and then go to bed. One positive about being deaf was he could sleep early at parties if he wanted without the annoyance of music and chatter keeping him up. Not that he usually went to sleep early at parties.
Amusement lingered around Wolf's mouth as Felix allowed him to ask anything. The comment he'd made about getting to know each other could have been a nice end to their night; Felix could have given him his phone number and left, but instead he wanted to stick around even despite their make out session expiring.
"Am I the first guy you've kissed?" Wolf asked, probably predictably. He had to wonder, just because it'd been effortless to engage Felix and he didn't see why another interested young man wouldn't stumble upon the same opportunity he had. As he spoke, he took advantage of their closeness and put his hand on Felix's abdomen through his shirt, sliding it around to his side in a loose embrace.