[God, he’s so close, he’s clutching at the sheets and arching back into every deep, punishing thrust and he’s going to feel this tomorrow in a thousand different ways, the fucked-out, weary, delicious exhaustion that lingers into the next day, and when Quentin bites him, Koby almost comes right then and there, whining open-mouthed and going tight and shivery around the cock inside him – so much for remaining demure about the marks, about being bitten, because the press of Quentin’s teeth into his overheated skin is deliriously good and then –
– and then he slows, he stops and Koby makes a sound halfway between a gasp and a growl, hand jerking away too late, too slow, because he’s been caught disobeying and must suffer the consequences. And he knows it, whining pathetically and glaring over his shoulder, a mutinous pout on his face as he fists both hands in the sheets too late, too little.] That’s not f-fair, I was almos– [But then Quentin’s shifting inside him, pressing deeper, gliding his fingers through the slick, dripping mess and Koby’s words cut off in a shivery gasp at the press of one inside, just slightly, just the subtle shift of pressure that sends a jolt up his spine.
And suddenly all the fight is gone, all the scowling brattiness, and everything is molten hot and liquid fire inside Koby’s body, in the shivering, shuddering grip of his cunt around Quentin’s cock, Quentin’s finger, and his stomach goes tight and his breath shudders in and in and in, and there’s the tease of one finger at his clit, the ghost of a circle that makes Koby jerk and whimper brokenly and gush around Quentin’s cock inside him, everything white heat and light and he’s only barely conscious of himself choking out:] Y-Yeah, yes, yes, yes, please–
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– and then he slows, he stops and Koby makes a sound halfway between a gasp and a growl, hand jerking away too late, too slow, because he’s been caught disobeying and must suffer the consequences. And he knows it, whining pathetically and glaring over his shoulder, a mutinous pout on his face as he fists both hands in the sheets too late, too little.] That’s not f-fair, I was almos– [But then Quentin’s shifting inside him, pressing deeper, gliding his fingers through the slick, dripping mess and Koby’s words cut off in a shivery gasp at the press of one inside, just slightly, just the subtle shift of pressure that sends a jolt up his spine.
And suddenly all the fight is gone, all the scowling brattiness, and everything is molten hot and liquid fire inside Koby’s body, in the shivering, shuddering grip of his cunt around Quentin’s cock, Quentin’s finger, and his stomach goes tight and his breath shudders in and in and in, and there’s the tease of one finger at his clit, the ghost of a circle that makes Koby jerk and whimper brokenly and gush around Quentin’s cock inside him, everything white heat and light and he’s only barely conscious of himself choking out:] Y-Yeah, yes, yes, yes, please–