Okay, so Felix knew the answer to that question should not be drunk, as that one had already kicked him in the butt so well. Instead he leaned into the warm hand that was petting him, finding it very comfortable as he fumbled for an answer. He had a great many reasons, but things like ‘I didn’t really know what to do’ sounded round. So Felix the Cat when with his gut instinct, opening his eyes up and glancing at the other man, knowing that his response could very well be considered laughable. “You smell good,” he said, sincerely hoping at the other man would like that response.
He leaned up a tiny bit, not really wanting Wolf to stop touching him. But he wanted a kiss more than he wanted a backrub, even if it was likely to send them right back into make out mode. He gave Wolf a few soft, almost shy kisses that were modest. It seemed silly, now. He had gotten self conscious again, all too aware of just how far they’d already gone that night. Even if rubbing against Wolf had been amazing, the chaste kisses felt equally good to Felix as well.
“I convinced you?” Felix asked, trying not to question about who had be trying to give him a bad rap. He knew that being a jock didn’t make him a hero to some people… but he never thought that someone would be prompted to actually talk about him. As for not dating girls... or not feeling like you had to, Felix glossed right over that.