[ the picture is enough to make his mind spin, make his whole body alight with heat. that koby is taking care of himself so expertly makes a strange sort of possessiveness rush through him. and so there's no answer to the message. only enough time passes for quentin to slide of his bed, throw on some loose fitting pajama pants and head down the hall.
his whole body hurts with the want of it and it's a miracle he makes it to koby's room. he opens the door with little preamble, wastes no time in shucking off the tented pajama pants and moving to climb on the bed. koby laid out on his stomach, rutting into a pillow like something feral has captured him makes his cock absolutely ache with want.
the mattress shifts around him and for a moment he simply admires koby's work - the delicate arch of his hips, the swell of his ass, the very bloom of his pussy slick and pink and puffy from all the work that's been done. he'd taste like honey, he's sure, and as much as he wants to dive in, to press his face between wet folds and drink from him like a man dying of thirst, he doesn't.
he plasters himself along koby's back, letting the hard line of his dick catch some of that slick, pressing between folds but with no intention of sinking into the divine heat. he mouths along koby's back, beard burning the skin as he bites and sucks marks all along his spine, uncaring that the bristle on his jaw will leave angry red marks come morning. he presses his weight against koby's back and breathes hot and husky against his ear, barely able to control the way his hips grind into the pretty flush of koby's cunt. ]
Tell me again what you want. Beg me for what you need, Commander, and I will bend.
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his whole body hurts with the want of it and it's a miracle he makes it to koby's room. he opens the door with little preamble, wastes no time in shucking off the tented pajama pants and moving to climb on the bed. koby laid out on his stomach, rutting into a pillow like something feral has captured him makes his cock absolutely ache with want.
the mattress shifts around him and for a moment he simply admires koby's work - the delicate arch of his hips, the swell of his ass, the very bloom of his pussy slick and pink and puffy from all the work that's been done. he'd taste like honey, he's sure, and as much as he wants to dive in, to press his face between wet folds and drink from him like a man dying of thirst, he doesn't.
he plasters himself along koby's back, letting the hard line of his dick catch some of that slick, pressing between folds but with no intention of sinking into the divine heat. he mouths along koby's back, beard burning the skin as he bites and sucks marks all along his spine, uncaring that the bristle on his jaw will leave angry red marks come morning. he presses his weight against koby's back and breathes hot and husky against his ear, barely able to control the way his hips grind into the pretty flush of koby's cunt. ]
Tell me again what you want. Beg me for what you need, Commander, and I will bend.