With another groan, Shannon tore himself away from Felix's mouth and scrambled for the bedside drawer. It felt like an eternity before he had yanked it open, grabbed the lubricant and returned to Felix's kiss. Re-pinning Felix's wrists with one hand, he used the other to flick open the bottle and squeeze lube onto his fingers. It was a messy task, but tonight he wasn't in the mood to care. Sliding slick fingers along Felix's entrance in anticipation of what was to come more than made up for the need to do laundry.