Felix was a bit glad that Lennon was too distracted by his neck to see his face, giving Felix the illusion of space to process the intrusion as it happened. He'd gone through dry spells before, and there was always that short period where the first touch, the first entry, felt a little unwelcome. Like his body had forgotten the steps to a not-so-complicated dance it used to know by heart, and it needed a minute to get coordinated again. He knew that schooling his face would have been difficult if Lennon had been paying attention, but he had the feeling that he might not have even had to try with Lennon. That was kind of nice.
"Don't move them yet," he more requested than ordered, shifting his hips a little tentatively, until the awkward discomfort passed. His body let him know he was ready before his brain caught up, when the squeezing around the digits turned more into a hunt for twinges of pleasure rather than twitchy adjustment. In retrospect, it was good that they'd done it this way the first time. While he didn't think that Lennon would be inconsiderate enough to start out too wild, he'd had enough sore experiences to know having more control than less when he was this out of practice was better.
"Okay," he breathily acquiesced, shuddering when the fingers began to move, arching with them until he began chasing the friction, figuring it was probably a good time to actually get going. He reached back blindly, giving a few gentle tugs of Lennon's pinky to get the hand out of the way, then hunted around to find Lennon's cock. That turned out to be a little more difficult, shifting further until they were nearly pressed together, groin to chest until he hit paydirt. He could hear his own heavy breathing as he lightly tapped the length against his entrance. The sensation of it sent faint tremors through his thighs, and he lowered himself a little more, the sofa creaking gently under their combined weight. "Ready?"