[It's thrillingly strange to feel there again, the very sensation of having sensation at all sending queer chills up his spine. It makes him bizarrely attuned to it, sensitive in a way he wouldn't be if Dean's hand was on his arm or even on his other leg. For all he knows, it's physical, too: maybe the new skin and nerves need time to adjust.
It makes him a little distracted during the kiss, his attention more on the slow path of Dean's wandering hand than on his lips, but when Dean pulls away to check in he nods quickly, eyes snapping open and up to his face.]
Okay. [He's a little breathless, eyes wide, but earnest and honest.] Definitely okay. [He licks his lips.] Very okay. [And if there was any doubt before, there certainly isn't now as he pulls Dean back in to him, hands fisting in his shirt. A second later, he's tugging Dean onto the couch next to him and slipping off it so that their positions are reversed -- Felix on his knees in front of him -- and grins in relief at the lack of pain as much as in anticipation when he reaches for his belt.] Don't move.
[Spam]
It makes him a little distracted during the kiss, his attention more on the slow path of Dean's wandering hand than on his lips, but when Dean pulls away to check in he nods quickly, eyes snapping open and up to his face.]
Okay. [He's a little breathless, eyes wide, but earnest and honest.] Definitely okay. [He licks his lips.] Very okay. [And if there was any doubt before, there certainly isn't now as he pulls Dean back in to him, hands fisting in his shirt. A second later, he's tugging Dean onto the couch next to him and slipping off it so that their positions are reversed -- Felix on his knees in front of him -- and grins in relief at the lack of pain as much as in anticipation when he reaches for his belt.] Don't move.