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[It's deep and hot, and Felid is honestly presses by how fast Crowley adapts. It's tempting to shove him down on the floor and crawl on top of him right here, and he's rather amused at himself for the teenage impulse before he lets go.]

[He's smiling, breathless and flushed when the kiss breaks.]

You surprised me, Sensei.

Did I?

[Not at all repentant. He brushes a thumb over Crowley's lips, smiling.]

You just looked so good.

Flatterer.

[but he's still smiling, too.]

Haha, not at all. I'm simply saying what's on my mind.

[He slides a hand through Crowley's hair, intimate.]

[he has the sudden realization that he can also touch felid's hair

holy shit is he getting on that immediately, reaching to slide fingers covetously through his forelocks.]

You're so gorgeous, Sensei...

[He tilts his head forward to that, his hair silky in Crowley's fingers.]

Why thank you. Why don't we get more comfortable, hm?

[don't huff his hair. you can do that more subtly later. yep. sure.]

Great idea. Where to?

Decisions.

[He gets up, holds his hand out to Crowley.]

The bed is most comfortable, we can get creative later.

Ah... Of course. We can take our time?

I have nowhere to be, do you?

I definitely don't.

Good.

[He tugs Crowley with him to a very western style bedroom with a four poster bed and fancy everything really. He likes classy things.]

Whoa, you have expensive taste, don't you Sensei?

[he wouldn't have guessed it, from the way Felid is at school, but he does seem suitably impressed.]

I like nice things.

[He seems to be including Crowley in that, as he gently but firmly tugs him to the bed and shoves him onto it. He's not patient.]

[Crowley doesn't answer, instead grinning wickedly and reaching to pull Felid down into the bed with him. He asked if they could take their time, not take it slow, and there's a very distinct distance when one part is impatient and the other is a teenager.]

[Felid had no intention of taking things slow, even if he'll keep Crowley in his bed (or wherever they end up fucking eventually) as long as possible. Taking his time indeed different from going slow. He reaches to remove Crowley's shirt immediately, or at least get it open.]

[Crowley gives as good as he gets, unbuttoning Felid's shirt as his own falls open.

That bite mark is two small scabs now, but it's still very much a thing.]

[He splays is fingers over Crowley's chest, lightly brushing his fingers past the bite mark and leaning down to kiss it.]

[He takes that opportunity to untie Felid's hair ribbon, shivering with the attention and the brush of Sensei's lips where he'd bitten before.]

[His hair falls from the ribbon easily, silky and sleek as he kisses his way up Crowley's chest even as his hands roam down, start working his pants open.]

[He has to get his hands in it, shamelessly carding his fingers through Felid's hair even as he lifts his hips helpfully.]

[He practically purrs, tugging Crowley's pants down and off, but still enjoying the hands in his hair, those are nice.]

[He bites Crowley's neck. Not to break skin, just general sexy biting.]

[The biting draws a groan from him, and he jerks a little, somewhere between wanting to pull away from BITER BITING HIS NECK WHAT IF HE BITES HARDER and being super fucking into it.]

[He laughs against his skin and leans back to just look down at him a moment, slide his hands all over Crowley.]

Nervous?