fraternizing with the enemy

They were both complete wrecks, and they'd barely even touched each other. It'd be pathetic if it wasn't this hot. Toby was very full commitment with his interests, the stalker behavior in no way only part of a carefully crafted persona, as some of his monstrous traits were. He'd craved and rejoiced over every detail he could find on Felix Verma, felt a constant need to squirm and shudder on their date leading up to this, and he'd continue to hyperfocus on all their interactions following it. That was how obsession went, and his was anything but an exaggeration. More than sex, more than his need to direct a good story, more than criminal and cop, more than his need to play monster, was obsession. When it clicked, it clicked. Like falling in love, but with a million nasty twists.

His nastiness with Felix had slowed since he'd been kicked out of Russo's, turning into something else, like their little moment in that parking lot. The mushy, disgusting nonsense and mutual understanding between them. He didn't think the dangerous thrill and rivalry was going to go away, but there wasn't a need for it when one of them was terribly drunk and the other was even more terribly attracted. Attracted to the point of not having the energy to pretend to bother with anything else, to put up a front of hostility or dramatics. This time of night, he lost his ability to care about that shit and had it replaced with pure desire. So they were doing this. They were.

A visible shiver went down Toby's spine, and he swallowed all the cum in his mouth, delight and arousal settling in his stomach. This was very, very officially too late to go back. The touching, the kissing, it was bad, but this was even better. He had Felix's taste on his lips and tongue and throat. He'd had his face fucked, enthusiastically, and with his name called. There was a dumb dreamy smile on his face, and he still had the lingering sensation of the grip in his hair. Oh, did he ever how to pick 'em. You'd better believe he was drooling.

Toby massaged Felix's hips and giggled, getting to his feet and bumping their foreheads together gently, playfully. He was smug and sentimental, yes, but he also kept thinking 'twink on twink action' on the side. He wasn't giggling at that, though. "Sorry? For what? I'm filthy, I love it." He licked his lips. "And I'm the one who decided to suck you off without asking questions first. I'd be an idiot if I wasn't looking forward to swallowing. I look forward to doing it again, so I'm glad you seem to like my gross mouth." He gave Felix another kiss, looping his arms around his neck.

Toby's own heart leapt at the request. He felt like flopping on the floor and wiggling in excitement, like the ferret he was, but was much too horny for that. His eyes lit up, big, round, and dilated, and he nodded, excessively, at Felix. He clutched the other man's hand, pulling him straight for the bedroom. He paid less and less attention to the details around them. Too far gone to take the surroundings in, so he hoped he could do that in the morning-- this was too big of an opportunity to miss all the benefits, one benefit simply had a lot of relevance right then.

He shed clothes like they were burning him, and was glad he'd worn contacts, so he could see all of Felix. He felt ravenous, was dying to see this person exposed and beautiful and fucking warm under his hands. Toby rid himself of his pants, which had gotten unbearably straining with those lines of thought. He touched, kissed, sucked, and bit all over Felix's skin as he pulled and tugged the stupid articles of fabric off of him in turn, rocking against him, careless and needy. When they were both nude, he pulled back to look at Felix. To stare and admire, the longing strong in his expression, letting Felix see it.

"You're beautiful," Toby told him, and he really, really meant it.

Toby pretended to be asleep, and watched Felix through his eyelashes. He did this for a while before the other man would actually be waking up, silent, still, enjoying his time here and the pretty sleeping face of his new and promising object of affection and stalking. They'd had a really good night, to say the least. He felt pleasantly worn out and snug. Felix had a comfortable bed, and he was very comfortable himself, soft skin and hair.

But of course, Felix did eventually have to wake up and ruin it, escaping. That was disappointing. Toby bit his tongue to keep himself from complaining, continuing to play dead, as it were. The reaction Felix had after pulling away, however, was hilarious. He definitely hadn't been disgusted with Toby last night. After the bathroom door shut, the criminal immediately sat up. Wasted opportunities, wasted opportunities… he dug around in anything he could, curious, and wandered around the apartment in the daylight. He could see things properly now, and wasn't distracted by lust, either. He made eye contact with Felix's cat, Mittens, in the living room, and they had a bit of a wordless staredown.

Toby hurried back to Felix's bedroom after that, rearranging the pillows and curling back up in a more comfortable position, making himself at home. He didn't bother getting under the blankets. He was a pretty, wiry blonde, all pleased and stretched out in this cop's bed, and needed to use that to his advantage. At Felix's statement, Toby grinned. "Is that a threat, Felix? Because if you're worried about it, we can have another round now, and your consent will be loud and clear."

He sprawled out a little further, bat his eyelashes, and brushed a hand against his own inner thigh. Come on, Toby. You can do this. You can do this. You're a good fucktoy, right? "Would you prefer fucking me, this time? Maybe as a little payback, and you can vent your frustration with me? Whatever it's going to be, it isn't like it'll make it worse. We already passed that."

He gave Felix a look. "You liked this, the other night, and it doesn't have to be over yet. It's still early right now. We can be done after that. A little longer won't hurt. It won't." He parted his legs, not even vaguely self conscious, a smile to match his charmingly pink cheeks, and leaned back. "It's okay. You work hard, officer, you could use all the relief you can get."

At least Felix seemed more entertained over ready to get Toby arrested for fucking a drunk person, now. The seduction aspect seemed debatable, and he made a face, annoyed. He then looked at Felix's sari, the bindi, and wanted to laugh. These tactics weren't going to have as much of an easy influence on him. He wasn't like Cecil, or any number of the stupid horny boys that Toby--

No, no! Impulse control problems! he reminded himself again in a rush, giddy, as Felix gave in and approached him. He contained his excitement to smiling and shivering, though his lips were slightly parted as he watched the sari fall to the floor. He swallowed. Felix could snark him all he wanted, but this was still going his way, and he quite enjoyed how he was being looked at right then. "It doesn't really matter where I picked it up, does it now?" Toby said, voice low, amused, and a little thicker than before.

Victory was very sweet, especially when Felix kissed him like that. It wasn't how a cop was supposed to treat a criminal, and Toby returning the favor was in a similar category. It didn't match the jabs that'd been thrown at all. It tasted like a summer affair, and he ate that up, deepening it as his heart fluttered anxiously in his chest. He slid his hand down and squeezed Felix's hip, breathing picking up when he was touched. He'd already been turned on by this whole situation, so it didn't take much to get him going. Honestly, it never did, with Toby. He rocked his hips lightly, trying to get more. Turns out, he only needed to wait.

Toby cried out when Felix took all of his cock in his mouth, squirming and feeling his body weaken like his knees. He kept his head tilted up so he could meet Felix's eyes, because that was fucking hot. That striking blue color was crazy, made him tremble. He hitched his legs over Felix's shoulders tightly and bucked his hips-- not too hard, but at the same time, he didn't think Felix would mind. Toby was pretty familiar with the longing glances he'd been giving.

Fuck. He didn't want this to be only a little, only today. Perhaps he was projecting onto him, but he thought Felix felt the same. He shut his eyes and moaned at the fingerfucking, now trying to rock into both Felix's mouth and fingers, movements without any rhythm, just needy, needy, so fucking needy. He made tiny gasping sounds and slurred a mantra of yes and please and oh god, Felix!

His voice shook when he called out Felix's name, louder, skin hot, thighs and cock twitching, and came in his lovely mouth. Christ. Having those lips wrapped around him made him melt. He laughed, something between nerves and attraction, cheeks red and biting at his lip. He scooted back to pull out, just to see the cum drip down Felix's chin for a moment, eyes very round. He felt like he should say something, but he didn't, he just stared intently. If his gaze could burn a hole in Felix's face right now, it would. He didn't have any words.

Toby felt his ears burning along with his face, now. His mental state was a clusterfuck. He couldn't stop thinking about Felix having traces of Toby in him, and vice versa, bright, manic investment in it. He thought of interesting fantasies, like handcuffing himself to Felix so they'd never be apart, collecting sparkling blue eyes in a jar for sentimental reasons, setting up hidden cameras everywhere in his apartment, burying him in gifts and affection. He wanted to ask Felix questions and write down every single answer he gave, to read over and over and over again. Toby needed to both pull him down, make him admit he was the same kind of ugly, and take him higher, happier. Could he? Could he? He had to. He wouldn't let himself fail in this.

Felix was so pretty. Toby shut his eyes for a moment to catch his breath. He couldn't look at him for too long, right then. It was like looking at the sun. Brilliant and overwhelming. They opened again once his thighs were kissed, squeaking. He spread his legs further, radiating warmth, whining. Playing coy about wanting to be fucked wasn't his thing. He watched Felix slick up his cock and, quite honestly, drooled. "Gimmie," he mumbled, the epitome of eloquence. Fingers really weren't enough, as long and pleasant Felix's happened to be.

He felt goosebumps on his skin when pressed against, and his eyes rolled back as Felix sank into him. His mind was left blank, body like liquid heat inside. He let out the breath he'd been holding, heavy and partly a moan, then wrapped his legs around Felix's waist, giving a strong squeeze, getting his cock deeper. "Yes," he said, praising, voice wobbly. "Fuck yes."

Felix started fucking him, and Toby made a sound close to a sob, overwhelmed. He clawed at Felix's back desperately and bucked against him, meeting the thrusts, his neck tingling with the kisses there, the hot breath on his sensitive skin. It might have seemed odd to some, surreal even, but Toby was a very sensitive person. He lost himself to emotions and sensations easily, and tended to throw himself at that instead of running, as a coping method. He knew he couldn't run, because it was too wired into him.

To hold his tongue on the I love yous he wanted to blurt out when Felix held his hand, he turned his head and kissed him-- clumsy, but pushy, open mouthed, and passionate. As soon as he felt like he had the burst of energy to do it, Toby flipped them over, pressing Felix on his back and sitting up to hold onto his hips for balance-- not the most steady. He rose up off Felix's dick, then pushed back down on it all at once, one of the most satisfying things in the world. Toby smiled shakily, shivering, full, and gasping. He started bouncing, and his noises, the cries of Felix's name, only grew louder and louder from then on.