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        ‘ That doesn’t exactly seem fair, ’ Felix let his hands drop to rest on Dorian’s hips, ‘ Why don’t you and I do something that might make him a little jealous, yeah? Make him wish he was there to watch. ’

He winked softly as he gripped Dorian’s hips. With a swift motion he dragged them forward, pressing himself harder against the man in his grasp.

       ‘ Unless, of course, I’m reading this wrong. But something tells me I’m not. ’

Dorian maintains the distinctly vapid LA personality for the #aesthetic --- but, like his two companions, he is no idiot. The Libertines, as they’ve been named by their peers, choose to be the way they are because it’s fun, because it serves them in the game they’ve made out of life. All three of them are rather cultured and intelligent, mostly self - aware, and surprisingly perceptive. Which means that Dorian is fully attuned to the fact that he and his emotions are being used as lubricant for Felix’s ego. 

          ❛   No. You’re not reading it wrong at all.   ❜

As long as he knows he’s being used and calls the shots on what he chooses to do, he still holds the power. Besides, the boy is delicious. He would have to be an idiot to turn him down, and --- as stated --- he is no idiot. 

Dorian’s lips were just as sweet as they looked, if not sweeter, and softer.Oh, were his lips soft. Quite the contrast to Felix’s slightly chapped mouth. Felix lost himself in those lips for a moment, each kiss setting a new fire in his chest. Now this is something he could get use to. Taking the other’s bottom lip between his teeth, he bit down, not hard, just enough for a jolt of pain before he pulled away, slightly starry - eyed.

‘ Damn, ’ he breathed, running a hand through Dorian’s hair, appraising him adoringly, ‘ Zero never told me your kisses were quite this intoxicating. ’

         ❛   Well, you know how Zero is,   ❜          Dorian replied, voice breathy, fingertips ghosting over his own lips in something like reverence.           ❛   He’s greedy. Likes to keep things for himself.   ❜

‘ Seems like we might just have to. ’

Felix set his beer down on the closest table, knowing full well he is very unlikely to get it back. That’s fine, this is much more interesting and important than alcohol. 

He turned to properly face Dorian, pressing his slightly smaller frame against his. Felix’s hands – flat palmed – traveled up the neat shirt, across his elegant neck, until his hand nestled into the short hair on the back of Dorian’s head. Their lips brushed as a suggestion.

‘ Yeah, I think we should test it. I wanna see if your lips are as sweet as they look. ’

It was easy enough at these parties to find someone either to fight or to fuck, drunken, drugged - out, impersonal intimacy, but Felix was different. He was important. It was rare that Dorian ever cared what anyone thought of him, but he found himself wondering how he looked through those melted - chocolate eyes, what Zero might have said about him, what ideas and images this boy held in his mind at the sound of his name. 

Maybe he was so cocky because he knew he would inspire these feelings. A temperamental flare twisted in his gut, but he looked at Felix’s lips and it soon died: he couldn’t even be angry about it.  

A smile.           ❛   They are.   ❜