A soft breath caught on Felix's lips before he whispered, a low purring confirmation, "Mm, yes, sir."

In the darkness, he sought the buttons of his waistcoat and shirt with carefully questing fingers. The soft sound of fine cloth slipping to the floor followed a moment later. Then the whish of leather as Felix removed his belt, another quiet rustle when he stepped out of his shoes and trousers. He had no idea where the clothing had all landed, and he groped for the hall table to steady himself as he peeled his underthings down one leg, then the other.