Resistance?

Quill cocked an eyebrow when Felix resisted, letting out a disappointed breath through his nose, brushing against Felix's palm.

``Hmm, resistance. It won't get you anywhere.`` He hummed, bringing his tongue out of his mouth to lick a warm line up Felix's palm, maintaining eye contact. Quill's eyes were squinted as he reached the tip of his middle finger, putting his tongue back into his mouth and releasing Felix's hand.

Felix grunted, jolting his hand back and wiping his palm against his shirt, grimacing and cringing. Just as he did so, Quill used the hand that once held Felix's hand steady, reached out behind his head, and gripped the back of his hair, yanking him forward to press his lips against Felix's.

His 'heart' began racing from the swift actions, but Felix fought against them, trying to push Quill away from him. Desperately, he began clawing at Quill's shoulders to be released, trying to fight against the churning in his stomach. No way he liked this asshole.

Quill's grip tightened on the back of Felix's hair, squeezing his waist as he did so, signaling him to quit it.

Felix scrunched his eyebrows together, finally giving into the feelings his gut told him too. He wrapped his arms around Quill's neck reluctantly, looking at Quill's closed eyes. Their lips began to move in a rhythm, Felix's eyes closing finally. He couldn't help the dark blue blush sprawled across his nose, cheeks and ears, the memories coming back to him.

This 'strange' man was once his lover.