[Dean responds instantly to the resistance of Felix's fingers in his shirt, still breathing a little harder than usual, aware of where he didn't even pull away far enough that their bodies and their clothes are still touching. His eyes meet Felix's, not really surprised, but it takes the expectation a moment longer to catch up when he puts all the signals together.
Felix checks for observers again but Dean still doesn't, eyes searching his lover's face, not for anything specific this time, just to look. His eyes are still there when Felix comes back to him, the corner of his mouth quirking when he hears the button push. He leans in again, taking his weight back from his arms so he can drop one to Felix's side, the other fetching up with his palm and fingers spread over the corner of Felix's jaw, the side of his neck.]
We are a little behind, I think... [He offers, then kisses Felix again; some of the urgency has gone but none of the heat or the intent, and that slightly desperate edge is still there, just on hold and shifted every so slightly to one side, one notch closer to pure want instead of need. That lasts until the elevator door slides open, anyway, and then Dean is moving them again without breaking away: he slides them sideways and swings them around the corner, then pushes again, crowding Felix into the corner without taking his hands off him.
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Felix checks for observers again but Dean still doesn't, eyes searching his lover's face, not for anything specific this time, just to look. His eyes are still there when Felix comes back to him, the corner of his mouth quirking when he hears the button push. He leans in again, taking his weight back from his arms so he can drop one to Felix's side, the other fetching up with his palm and fingers spread over the corner of Felix's jaw, the side of his neck.]
We are a little behind, I think... [He offers, then kisses Felix again; some of the urgency has gone but none of the heat or the intent, and that slightly desperate edge is still there, just on hold and shifted every so slightly to one side, one notch closer to pure want instead of need. That lasts until the elevator door slides open, anyway, and then Dean is moving them again without breaking away: he slides them sideways and swings them around the corner, then pushes again, crowding Felix into the corner without taking his hands off him.
Ten minutes, indeed.]