Felix was always happy when Marco moved him around as he pleased, arching into every touch, reaching up to tug at those beautiful golden curls, needing to touch Marco to tell himself the man was real. The command to kiss Marco was a welcome one, and Felix let out a relieved exhale for it before leaning in to press his mouth to Marco's, tongue eager and searching as his belt easily opened under Marco's clever fingers. He rarely wore clothing difficult to get out of, especially around Marco, so the removal of his belt made his pants loose enough to slip down his hips.