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[There is something about sloppy making out that Harry has discovered he really, really likes. It surprises him - after the years he'd spent nearly on top of other men, all of them filthy, he'd assumed he would crave cleanliness to the point of being aseptic. But no. He wants spit and sweat and come. He kisses Koby back fervently, hands slipping to grip Koby's ass. He manages to nod, pulling away only to smile.]
Yes. Yes, you deserve your reward.
[His soft voice lowers a little more, barely above a whisper.]
Tell me the thing you fantasized about the most when you were being ever so good for me.
Yes. Yes, you deserve your reward.
[His soft voice lowers a little more, barely above a whisper.]
Tell me the thing you fantasized about the most when you were being ever so good for me.
I believe him. It's not that. It's that I want to give him more than that without hurting Hawk and I don't know how.
[there’s a huffy, thoughtful little sound as koby settles into harry’s lap, rocks his hips between grinding against the front of his pants and arching back into the hands on his ass, arms sliding around the man’s neck, languid and thoughtful as he tilts his head and bites his kiss-swollen lower lip.]
The most…it’s tricky, because there were so many things. [faux innocence, turned obvious lie by the way koby grins and toys with the curls at the nape of harry’s neck, fingers callused and affectionate.] And most of them just – led one right into another. Kissing you, touching you, getting on my knees for you. Sitting in your lap, like this.
[a pause, a glance downward, and koby frowns seriously.] With less pants on. There were no pants, in fact.
The most…it’s tricky, because there were so many things. [faux innocence, turned obvious lie by the way koby grins and toys with the curls at the nape of harry’s neck, fingers callused and affectionate.] And most of them just – led one right into another. Kissing you, touching you, getting on my knees for you. Sitting in your lap, like this.
[a pause, a glance downward, and koby frowns seriously.] With less pants on. There were no pants, in fact.
[Harry has no idea what a 'brat' is, but considering the company he's keeping lately he's going to have to figure out how to tame them in short order.
He likes Koby's fingers in his hair, likes his solid warmth there on his lap. Likes that cheeky little smile even more, and so he laughs softly.]
No pants. I see.
[He lets go of Koby's ass just so he can catch one of his hands and bring it to his lips. Gently, he kisses the back of Koby's hand.] Perhaps... retiring to the bed would be a good idea? If you like, you may relax and I can... Well. Take care of you. After all, it is you who should be rewarded for good behaviour.
[He smiles.]
No pants need be involved.
He likes Koby's fingers in his hair, likes his solid warmth there on his lap. Likes that cheeky little smile even more, and so he laughs softly.]
No pants. I see.
[He lets go of Koby's ass just so he can catch one of his hands and bring it to his lips. Gently, he kisses the back of Koby's hand.] Perhaps... retiring to the bed would be a good idea? If you like, you may relax and I can... Well. Take care of you. After all, it is you who should be rewarded for good behaviour.
[He smiles.]
No pants need be involved.
[some achieve brattaming, some are born with it and some have it thrust upon them. koby is by far the sweetest sort of brat, tamed fairly easily by promises of attention to be lavished upon him -- he smiles immediately, fluttering his fingers, then squeezing harry's hand before ducking in to kiss him quick and firm and affectionate.]
Perhaps it would. [cheerfully; that settles that, clearly. koby slides off harry's lap, settling his glasses on the table, safely, besides lincoln, who's settled down into a frisky-business nap -- a common state for her. the unbuckled overalls drag behind him, and koby pauses for a moment to push them off over his hips, back facing harry for the moment.
he's still muscled, still lean and strong, from the dip of his waist to the backs of his thighs, to the simple, utilitarian underwear he has on, already visibly soaked through. koby straightens up, pauses, looking over his shoulder for a moment, before leaving that last bit of clothing where it is and climbing up onto the bed, settling sitting on his heels.
then, patting the blankets:] Come along, then.
Perhaps it would. [cheerfully; that settles that, clearly. koby slides off harry's lap, settling his glasses on the table, safely, besides lincoln, who's settled down into a frisky-business nap -- a common state for her. the unbuckled overalls drag behind him, and koby pauses for a moment to push them off over his hips, back facing harry for the moment.
he's still muscled, still lean and strong, from the dip of his waist to the backs of his thighs, to the simple, utilitarian underwear he has on, already visibly soaked through. koby straightens up, pauses, looking over his shoulder for a moment, before leaving that last bit of clothing where it is and climbing up onto the bed, settling sitting on his heels.
then, patting the blankets:] Come along, then.
[Oh the things Lincoln has slept through.
Harry watches Koby with a loving eye, noting the way his buttocks move beneath his underwear, the way his calves flex and relax. He's beautiful. The soaking underpants he notes with an almost uncomfortable pulse of desire as he stands and follows.
Undressing is difficult for Harry. He forces himself to do it, but he cannot hide that he's shy - on ship he'd had his own berth so he was spared being seen unclothed, and prior to his experiences here in the manor his intimate experiences hadn't required anything besides pulling trousers down just enough to get his dick out. Compounding the issue is the fact that Koby is just young and hot.
Still, Harry gets out of his clothes and onto the bed. His skin is pale, black hair thick at his chest and groin. His cock is only a little stiff, average length and uncut. Trying to recapture that sense of authority, Harry sits so that he can take Koby's face in his hands and kiss him like they did before. Wet, urgent, hot.
After a moment his anxiety fades - banished by Koby's tongue, perhaps - and he's running his hands over Koby's chest and belly and thighs. His fingers finally slip between Koby's legs, stroking curiously.]
Harry watches Koby with a loving eye, noting the way his buttocks move beneath his underwear, the way his calves flex and relax. He's beautiful. The soaking underpants he notes with an almost uncomfortable pulse of desire as he stands and follows.
Undressing is difficult for Harry. He forces himself to do it, but he cannot hide that he's shy - on ship he'd had his own berth so he was spared being seen unclothed, and prior to his experiences here in the manor his intimate experiences hadn't required anything besides pulling trousers down just enough to get his dick out. Compounding the issue is the fact that Koby is just young and hot.
Still, Harry gets out of his clothes and onto the bed. His skin is pale, black hair thick at his chest and groin. His cock is only a little stiff, average length and uncut. Trying to recapture that sense of authority, Harry sits so that he can take Koby's face in his hands and kiss him like they did before. Wet, urgent, hot.
After a moment his anxiety fades - banished by Koby's tongue, perhaps - and he's running his hands over Koby's chest and belly and thighs. His fingers finally slip between Koby's legs, stroking curiously.]
You do?
Sorry. I just thought you sailors were so laid back about everything.
Of who?
Sorry. I just thought you sailors were so laid back about everything.
Of who?
Sometimes, yes. I try to focus on what I have now, but sometimes I think too much. I compare myself.
Usually I end up lacking, somehow. I could be stronger or braver or more confident. I could give everyone I love everything they need, but
That's not realistic.
Usually I end up lacking, somehow. I could be stronger or braver or more confident. I could give everyone I love everything they need, but
That's not realistic.
[the unease is tangible -- not pervasive, but a thin thread that runs through the teeming tapestry of Harry's emotions, woven between his desire and curiosity and awe. koby can feel it, can feel how it eases when he eagerly moves forward, hands seeking out the contour of harry's body again, meeting anxiety with youthful enthusiasm.
this time koby kisses messier, open-mouthed and hungry, the thrill of heat at harry's tongue in his mouth going right down to pulse at the apex of his thighs. he sighs, soft, sweet, eagerly melting into the habds exploring his body, chasing goosebumps over his flushed skin.] You were -- right. This is a good idea...
[breathless, between kisses, spreading his thighs and rocking the soaked fabric clinging to every flushed fold into harry's hand:] But if you don't -- hurry up I'm going to die, I think. Please. [a shudder, a needy grind of his hips, encouraging that dominant, authoritative role, submitting to it without question.] Please, sir?
this time koby kisses messier, open-mouthed and hungry, the thrill of heat at harry's tongue in his mouth going right down to pulse at the apex of his thighs. he sighs, soft, sweet, eagerly melting into the habds exploring his body, chasing goosebumps over his flushed skin.] You were -- right. This is a good idea...
[breathless, between kisses, spreading his thighs and rocking the soaked fabric clinging to every flushed fold into harry's hand:] But if you don't -- hurry up I'm going to die, I think. Please. [a shudder, a needy grind of his hips, encouraging that dominant, authoritative role, submitting to it without question.] Please, sir?
Call me next time. I'll help clean it up.
He seems nice, yes. Reminds me of home. I told him he doesn't have to ask me permission to do what he wants with you. That he should ask you instead.
He had nothing but good things to say about both of you, and I warned him. If he hurts either of you willfully, then he'll see how sailors from my home behave.
He seems nice, yes. Reminds me of home. I told him he doesn't have to ask me permission to do what he wants with you. That he should ask you instead.
He had nothing but good things to say about both of you, and I warned him. If he hurts either of you willfully, then he'll see how sailors from my home behave.
Aegon has gone.
Would you search for him, sweetling, to be sure? I know he was not loved by many, and there are those who will celebrate his leaving, but he was still a boy. My boy.
Would you search for him, sweetling, to be sure? I know he was not loved by many, and there are those who will celebrate his leaving, but he was still a boy. My boy.
And then we'll both smell like breakfast. Is that your plan?
He's old-fashioned that way. Still, I like having your blessing. I like you knowing who I'm with. You have such a nice, vivid imagination.
You're sweet. I don't think he's the type to do such things. Especially to Tim. They've gotten very close, very fast.
It worries me, a bit.
He's old-fashioned that way. Still, I like having your blessing. I like you knowing who I'm with. You have such a nice, vivid imagination.
You're sweet. I don't think he's the type to do such things. Especially to Tim. They've gotten very close, very fast.
It worries me, a bit.
[there's no love lost between koby and alicent's sons, at least, but -- he can feel her grief when he reaches out, a terrible, resigned, jaded sort of hurt. more than anything, it's alicent who doesn't deserve that pain, again and again.]
Of course I will. I'll search right now. [it's easier every time, a rush of awareness that spreads out and out and out, a net of unseen power that flickers in the back of every single soul in saltburnt's minds in one instant. and then:]
I'm sorry, Alicent. I can't feel him.
Of course I will. I'll search right now. [it's easier every time, a rush of awareness that spreads out and out and out, a net of unseen power that flickers in the back of every single soul in saltburnt's minds in one instant. and then:]
I'm sorry, Alicent. I can't feel him.
You know Quentin doesnt think you lacking in anything, don't you?
[Harry presses kisses to Koby's neck and laughs softly.] You won't die.
[It feels good to be able to say that and actually believe it.
Harry's hand stays between those spreading thighs and instead of hurrying it actually slows. Unerringly his thumb finds Koby's clit and circles.]
And patience is a virtue.
[Not that he has much of it himself at the moment. He pays further attention to Koby's neck with lips and tongue, sucking lightly at the skin below the point of his jaw. His thumb presses a little harder before he takes his hand away entirely.]
Lay back against the pillows, Koby. Take those off.
[It feels good to be able to say that and actually believe it.
Harry's hand stays between those spreading thighs and instead of hurrying it actually slows. Unerringly his thumb finds Koby's clit and circles.]
And patience is a virtue.
[Not that he has much of it himself at the moment. He pays further attention to Koby's neck with lips and tongue, sucking lightly at the skin below the point of his jaw. His thumb presses a little harder before he takes his hand away entirely.]
Lay back against the pillows, Koby. Take those off.
[the murmured words into the heated crook of his neck, accompanied with the slow, maddening circle of harry's fingers against his clit, pressing the soaked fabric against the throb of heated pleasure in a way that has koby whimpering -- they're both unbearable, and koby wants to complain, to whine, to say he's been patient, because he's been soaked since he came in here, but he's being given commands and he can -- he can do them. he has to, because despite harry's expert medical opinion, koby genuinely feels like he's going to die or explode or something.
so he scoots back against the pillows, red-cheeked and bright-eyed and eager, hands shaky with excitement, clumsy with nerves, because it's still thrilling, every time, every person, every experience. the sweet, submissive act slips a little, in favor of a genuinely eager, excited grin, a wrinkle of koby's freckled nose as he hooks his fingers in the elastic of his underwear and peels them down, off, away. he's dripping wet, flushed and slick in a way that he'd be embarrassed about if he wasn't so impatient.
swallowing hard, scooting back against the pillows, koby fidgets for a moment, unsure what to do with his hands, knees instinctively pressing together on a quick inhale.] You don't -- I mean, o-only if you, um. Want to? Some people don't. I mean. [he's blushing deeper, thighs slick where they finally spread, part, inviting.] If you want to, that's -- I want to, too.
so he scoots back against the pillows, red-cheeked and bright-eyed and eager, hands shaky with excitement, clumsy with nerves, because it's still thrilling, every time, every person, every experience. the sweet, submissive act slips a little, in favor of a genuinely eager, excited grin, a wrinkle of koby's freckled nose as he hooks his fingers in the elastic of his underwear and peels them down, off, away. he's dripping wet, flushed and slick in a way that he'd be embarrassed about if he wasn't so impatient.
swallowing hard, scooting back against the pillows, koby fidgets for a moment, unsure what to do with his hands, knees instinctively pressing together on a quick inhale.] You don't -- I mean, o-only if you, um. Want to? Some people don't. I mean. [he's blushing deeper, thighs slick where they finally spread, part, inviting.] If you want to, that's -- I want to, too.
Better at what?
You're right about that. It doesn't feel complicated with Harry, though. When I'm with him, before I think about any broader context.
You're right about that. It doesn't feel complicated with Harry, though. When I'm with him, before I think about any broader context.
[The power game is fun - it's not often Harry gets to feel like an authority on anything - but that glimpse of a genuinely happy Koby is what opens his heart completely. The scrunch of his nose, the light in his eyes, these are the things Harry suspects he'll remember best.
He moves up the bed, waiting patiently as Koby settles. His own cheeks are pink, but his gaze doesn't dart away when Koby's legs open. He moves again, putting his hands firmly on Koby's thighs.]
In some circles, there is a theory than one can induce a great sense of euphoria by causing bodily paroxysms. Allow me to demonstrate.
[Harry moves to lay on his belly between Koby's legs. He places a single kiss to the inside of one thigh before he licks up the length of Koby's cunt. His mouth seals over the hot flesh and he tongues Koby's clit with the same enthusiasm he'd kissed his mouth. He's not greatly experienced and his clumsiness betrays that, but he knows enough to keep his lips and tongue working relentlessly.]
He moves up the bed, waiting patiently as Koby settles. His own cheeks are pink, but his gaze doesn't dart away when Koby's legs open. He moves again, putting his hands firmly on Koby's thighs.]
In some circles, there is a theory than one can induce a great sense of euphoria by causing bodily paroxysms. Allow me to demonstrate.
[Harry moves to lay on his belly between Koby's legs. He places a single kiss to the inside of one thigh before he licks up the length of Koby's cunt. His mouth seals over the hot flesh and he tongues Koby's clit with the same enthusiasm he'd kissed his mouth. He's not greatly experienced and his clumsiness betrays that, but he knows enough to keep his lips and tongue working relentlessly.]
Everything. I could be better at everything.
Good. That's what makes it worth it, when the good parts outweigh that part of your mind that just wants to figure out how everything's going to fail. It doesn't make it go away, but
It does make it worth it. I promise.
Good. That's what makes it worth it, when the good parts outweigh that part of your mind that just wants to figure out how everything's going to fail. It doesn't make it go away, but
It does make it worth it. I promise.
You and everyone else, Koby.
I know it is. It has been. This is good. Thank you.
I know it is. It has been. This is good. Thank you.
Edited 2025-05-05 02:35 (UTC)
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