Page 26 of Felix

“So… What sort of things don’t you like?” I ask, focusing on Emil as the crew moves around us. “Jerome said the studio sticks to relatively vanilla sex, but do you have any hard or soft limits? Anything I should stay away from?”

Emil swallows. “Um. No degradation,” he says. “Don’t call me a slut or anything like that.”

I nod. “Okay.”

“No DP, either,” he goes on. “One dick or toy is plenty. And use your other arm,” he adds as I stroke his hair back from his forehead. “You’re blocking my face.”

“Right,” I say, lips twitching as I switch arms.

“And, uh, no spitting unless it’s to wet my asshole,” he says, making my pulse—and cock—kick up. He clears his throat, clearly having felt that, considering our crotches are nestled together. “Everything else is fair game.”

I hum, my thoughts running wild. I know Emil enjoys playing with dildos. Maybe he’d let me do the same for our first video. I could stretch him open with something small, maybe have the viewers pick. And then go bigger. And bigger. And then, maybe, I could dick him down until he shoots all over his stomach and those pretty pink nipples of his.

“Don’t forget to check the chat,” Jerome calls, making me jolt.

“Right,” I say, eyes pinging to the screen.

You guys are hot.

Bow-chicka bow wow.

*eggplant emoji*

*water spray emoji*

Take it off!

I snort. “What do you want to see go?” I ask, grinning at the camera.

Not the skirt!

Emil clears his throat. “Yeah, um… You should definitely wear the skirt for our video.”

“Yeah? This one?”

There’s a chorus of emphatic yes from around the room.

I chuckle.

“The, um, chain was nice, too,” Emil says, not quite meeting my eye, even though his dick is pressed to mine and his legs are bracketing my hips in an intimate hold. “Not that I don’t like the little jewel you’re wearing. But, uh, yeah. The chain was pretty.”

“Noted,” I say softly, my pulse thrumming. “Emil… Could I kiss you? Before we do this for real, I mean.”

His eyes flash to mine, and he licks his lips. “Um, yeah. Sure. But you can’t call me Emil while we’re film—”

Emil’s words cut off as I bring my lips to his. His body melts, pliant below me, his fingers gracing my sidesand lifting my shirt. His lips are smooth. Soft. The bottom is plump. It’s only practice, but I find myself sinking into it wholeheartedly. Everything else vanishes until there’s only Specs and me. His lips and mine meeting for the first time, our bodies tangled, hearts beating less than half a foot apart. It’s sweet, and it’s serene, and it’s absolutely filthy… And I want more.

Fuck, do I want more.

With effort, I pull back, and Specs blinks up at me.

“Okay?” I ask.

“I, uh. Yeah. Good,” he answers, fingers slipping beneath the hem of my shirt. They trail up over my ribs before reversing course, making me shiver. Emil seems to catch himself, hands stilling.

“You can touch me,” I assure him. “Anytime. You have my permission.”

He nods quickly, a blush rising on his cheeks. The sight of it makes me want to kiss him again. So I do, a tiny peck meant to set him at ease. But Emil catches my lips in return, a beautiful smile lighting his face, and my breath hitches. His air becomes mine as butterflies take off in my stomach, and I realize…

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