#cod felix

“The subject is whining… again.” Felix’s soft voice roared in your ears, making another wave of shame roll through your body.

You closed your eyes as your face burned hot again, because you know that you’re whining, but you have good reason to be. It’s not like you’re not pitching a fit or anything – Case is knelt between your legs sucking on your clit relentlessly. You’d like to see Felix try that; have Case sucking him dry whilst firmly holding his legs open no matter what he did to try and close them, or to lift them up so you can get a foot on his shoulder and kick him away; as Case was doing to you now.

You’d give almost anything to yank Felix down by his stupid face and explain that to him; or, you would if you could’ve formulated a single coherent thought in your head.

You and Case had a… casual arrangement to be together, primarily built on stress relief, but it had inevitably evolved into something a bit more than that as and when you both had learned each other’s habits. Case had a particular favourite of yours. That is, getting between your legs and making you come, the overstimulating you into thoughtless, whining oblivion as he zoned out, eating pussy; and he indulged in it frequently.

Not that you were complaining. You’d introduced him to it for a reason.

What you two had was a good arrangement. Perhaps it wasn’t strictly by the books, but it worked wonders for both of you, so you kept it going, under the table of course.

Today, however, was a little different. Somehow, Felix had got wind of not only what you were doing, but he’d confronted the pair of you with the exact nature of how you spent your time together. Unsure what to do, Case had asked him, so what? Does he want in?, and surprisingly, the answer was yes.

Felix wanted to step in, or at least, half way in. He’d asked to be in the room as it happened, to observe, purely in the name of scientific curiosity; and definitely not for any other reason.

He hadn’t mentioned the tape recorder, though. The one that was absolutely picking up each and every sound you or Case made in between his careful observations, even as Felix denied that that was why he was doing it. He didn’t need to record all of your little whimpers; he was perfectly capable of describing those himself.

“The subject has dilated pupils, and is perspiring lightly. They are breathing heavily, and clutching at the blanket laid out beneath them.” He sighed, footsteps muffled by the rug as he continued walking around you. “The subject is now whimpering, tilting their head back to expose their throat, to make the sound longer and have a higher pitch.”

He made you sound so in control of what you were doing. In truth, you were having a semi out of body experience, aware of what your body was doing without really controlling it. Your form shuddered as Case slowly pushed his fingers into your wet pussy, making you gasp and tense up, half wanting him to stop, the other half to keep going.

“Hmm…” Felix kept walking, moving swiftly to see what Case had done. “Ah… Pressure applied in the vagina heightens the sensations. The subject has begun to sit up, and appears very tense.”

Case’s mouth vibrated on your clit, a sure sign he was chuckling at Felix’s words, before he released your clit from his mouth and continued to push his fingers into you.

“Case, out of curiosity, is this the only way you do this?”

“Yeah.” Case’s voice was thick, like he hadn’t used it in a while. “I don’t need much else.”

“Noted… The collaborator only uses his mouth and hands to achieve these reactions.” Felix sighed again. “Thank you… as you were.”

“You sure? Could try something different.”

You whined again, this time deliberately. All this conversation meant he was neglecting you.

“The subject whines when the attention is not sustained…” Felix noted, leaning over Case’s shoulder. “I don’t suppose you could swap?”

“Certainly.” Case pulled his fingers out of you, smearing your own come around your clit as he started stroking it, forehead resting against his hand as he lowered his head and pushed his tongue into your cunt, quickly sinking it in and eating away happily.

You whined again as Case pinched your clit between his finger and this. He was always so harsh with his hands, and his tongue never reached as deep as his fingers did. It’s why you preferred his mouth on your clit.

“Ah… swapping the stimuli produces a different response. The… subject appears to enjoy this arrangement less.”

At this declaration, Case stopped abruptly, ignoring your complaining noises as he frowned up at Felix. Then, he swiftly stood and grabbed Felix by the arms, steering him to his knees so Felix took Case’s place between your legs.

“If you’re going to criticise, you do it.”

“I am not… I am here to observe, only.” Felix protested, as Case wrenched his recorder from his hand; Case’s other pressing heavily on Felix’s shoulder to keep him there.  

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get your notes.” Case leant down over him, still ignoring your whining. “How can you say this is for science if you’re not making yourself open to every possible source of data?”

“I don’t see how this helps more than observation.”

“With all that, you don’t feel how warm they get. How wet they are, how they shiver; how they react when you touch them just right. Isn’t it better to experiment and find out?”

“I… suppose.” Felix’s latex covered fingertips gently came to rest on your thighs, shaking as they inched up towards the apex of your pussy between them. “If you promise to record my notes.”

“I will.” Case said, but you knew him better than that. If it wasn’t closed, Case would have probably chucked the recorder out of the window as soon as he got his hands on it.

But his word was good enough for Felix, who brushed a shaky thumb over your clit, the sudden return of touch making you whimper, because despite the short break, you were still very sensitive.

Case turned his attention back to you, stroking your hair down as he got you to lie back again, as Felix experimentally tweaked your clit,

At first, he did it slowly and softly, eyes flicking up towards your face as you reacted mutely; before he pressed it harder, faster, until he was truly pinching it tight, and you were a wailing mess in front of him, tears on your cheeks as you struggled to breathe. Then, at last you thought, blessedly, he let go of your clit, and moved down to your pussy, until you realised, he was trying to cram as many fingers as possible into you, and you tried your best to get away from them, as he neglected to pin your legs like Case did. 

When he saw you in real discomfort, Case immediately pulled you up, bundling you in the blanket that had been between you and the table as Felix froze.

“Sorry…” He murmured. “I’m not sure…”

“It’s okay.” You cleared your throat as you curled up in Case’s arms. Jesus, it was sore. “Case never lets it get too far.”

“You’ve done this before?”

“No one’s insisted on recording it.” Case lifted you up, crossing the room in only a few strides as he moved you from the table to the bed.

“Ah, yes… not everyone appreciates the scientific method.” He glanced at where Case was leaning over you, as you fell into a soft pile of limbs on top of the covers. “Speaking of…”

“Oh, yeah, it’ll be somewhere on the landing.” Case shrugged, more focused on you, cupping your face in his hands as he watched your eyes carefully.

“But…my notes, my research… I needed that. For scientific integrity.”

“I mean, the thing will be fine. I didn’t throw it, just placed it.”

“Fine. But my observations are incomplete.”

“Oh, no…” You spoke up in a mocking voice as a resemblance of brain function returned to you. “You’ll have to join us and do this all over again, oh no…”

“Don’t jest. But… if you insist.” Felix swung the door open and retrieved the recorder from the floor, before leaving the two of you alone with a sharp snap of the closing door.

“You bully.” You poked Case’s chest.

“You’re not complaining. Besides, I don’t know if you noticed, but he didn’t make any notes while he was with you.”

“I’m just that spell binding.”

“Stop fishing. It’s unbecoming.” He straightened up, sitting on the edge of the bed and opening the night stand to get you a bottle of water.

“Oh, I’m unbecoming?” You struggled up against the pillow, the blanket conveniently falling down to reveal your tits.

He grinned, handing you the water as he affected a bad German accent. “Subject objects to the truth.”

“Oh, not you too.” You took it, tossing the blanket back over yourself before taking a sip.

“Oh yes…” Case grinned, holding up a flapjack next. “I need a full, documented, peer reviewed report on what you’re like so you can’t deny it anymore.”

“That’s rude.” You poked his chest again, even as you roll into it, pushing the flapjack away as your eyes closed.

“But necessary.” He brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, swiftly rescuing the water from your grasp. “Sweet dreams.”