[It's a good thing Quentin reaches to help with the plates because Koby is just -- staring. That intent, wide-eyed, absolutely enthralled look he'd gotten in the tub, in his bed, when Quentin's everything arrests him in place and all he can do is gaze in admiration. He very nearly forgets he's holding anything, zeroed in on the marks scattered over the other man's neck, his shoulders, the vee of his hips and the contour of his stomach.
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Then, blinking, eloquently:] Huh?