And the longer Shannon kissed him, the hotter Felix grew, his tongue eagerly seeking Shannon's, his hands grazing, needy, down his lover's body. His hips writhed, thighs parted, soft smooth skin gliding over Shannon's hip as Felix draped one long leg around him. There was so much more they could do that didn't require Shannon to perform quite that way. Sliding himself against Shannon's soft skin made for an excellent start.