The way the bed was already starting to creak under their combined weight and movements, Felix figured that being quiet at this point probably was probably a pretty moot effort. He didn't know if Lennon was purposefully mimicking his movements, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining, and the groan that left him advertised that. When his fingers were free of Lennon's mouth, he replaced them with his own, attacking Lennon's lower lip with his teeth before latching on for a kiss. He had a split second where he thought about where he wanted to put his newly-handed, deciding that maybe it was a little early for ass play, and he did owe Lennon a handjob.
Wrapping his hand around both of them, he realized his was softly panting against Lennon's mouth, and considering he hadn't brushed his teeth yet that morning it probably wasn't all that pleasant. He thoughtfully redirected his breathing through his nose as his hips moved, his toes curling against Lennon's calf as his leg tried to pull Lennon even closer, as if that were possible without turning them into siamese twins.