Felix shifted so he was straddling Robin's lap, one knee to either side of him, giving him a bit of space to undress himself. He wanted to pull his own clothes off, as well, but watching Robin actually short of breath, actually less than completely composed and seductive, was so inspiring that Felix had no trouble keeping complete control of himself.

He slid his hands from Robin's hair, tracing fingertips down the puck's shoulders and chest. Slowly, pausing just slightly now and then, as if he couldn't quite wait to get his hands around Robin's cock. Which, really, was absolutely the case.