[The kiss sufficiently muffles that moan, though it doesn't do so to the point that Dimitri doesn't recognize his name. He answers with a strained whine, pressing in harder even if that means the drag of the rough fabric against his cock chafes a little. Eventually, he gives up and wriggles one hand between their bodies, attempting to loosen Felix's belt and get his hand down his pants.
He should have known he wouldn't be satisfied with just writhing against each other, really.]
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He should have known he wouldn't be satisfied with just writhing against each other, really.]