For Pascal

[skewedeyes]

Felix is pleased to be leaving the party in the company of someone else, his skin tingling in a familiar way - it feels right and good and comforting, in a way, as much as the light-headedness and the warmth of his companion. He slips his arms around Pascal's waist and nuzzles his neck, just outside the main room

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[doctor_pascal]

Pascal smiles, shivering a little. "Only half as beautiful as you," he replies, huskily.

[skewedeyes]

"Not true at all," Felix says, not quite firmly because his voice is a little slurry. "You are beautiful. Your eyes, your lips..." Here, a kiss, a little murmur, "Your body..."

[doctor_pascal]

Pascal shivers. "And you -- everything that you do is full of charm, and your face, your hands, the way you touch me --- your hair, mon dieu, your hair, my love..." Another kiss - he's melting already.

[skewedeyes]

"Perhaps we should move somewhere a little less public," definitely breathless, now, pressing his body against Pascal's. "I can touch you more, then-"

[doctor_pascal]

"Yes," Pascal trembles a little, his breath is shorter. "Yes. -- this way." He starts to tug Felix away, but 5 feet into the corridor, he presses him against the wall and kisses him ravenously.

[skewedeyes]

Felix almost whimpers and does go limp, aroused more by the domination than anything else, hands playing with the fringe of Pascal's hair, kissing back.

[doctor_pascal]

Pascal withdraws from the kiss, hands moving to grope Felix a little. "Can you wait?" His own voice is breathless.

[skewedeyes]

"I don't think - right here is a good place-" Definitely breathless, and his hands clutch a little with a soft moan.

[doctor_pascal]

Pascal shuts him up with another kiss, hands groping at his buttocks.

[skewedeyes]

Felix's buttocks tense, squirming against Pascal a little with a muffled noise, utterly submitted and kissing back passionately. This is what he wants.

[doctor_pascal]

After a moment of pressing painfully crowded pants one against the other, he pulls way. "Home," he whispers, huskily and breathless, "Now, or else I'll do something mad."

[skewedeyes]

"I - don't know that I would mind," Felix pants, but brushes his fingers along Pascal's wrist as he straightens.

[doctor_pascal]

Pascal's hand closes around Felix's wrist. "Come." And he tugs him along, to go home. Hurriedly.

[skewedeyes]

Tugged, and willingly, almost following briskly.

[doctor_pascal]

So typist willing, they make it to their rooms, and the moment they pass the threshold, Felix is going to be pressed against the door and kissed hungrily, yes yes.

[skewedeyes]

Good, says Felix, who kisses back, with a soft, low moan, body willing and eager.