[ koby is perfect in all ways, their bodies heavy and burning together, his cock aching and twitching against every pulse of koby's dripping cunt. but the kiss is what does it, makes him moan heavy and low into the other man's mouth, chasing the taste of them and chasing for more even though he's molded and pressed against koby's back.
he wants to face him, wants to devour him again already even though his own body is wracked with sensitivity. it doesn't stop him though, from dragging away, chest pressed against the other's back, but his dick slips free. it's short lived, what for the way quentin reaches and encourages koby onto his his back. he can't be away from him long, refuses to, and slots himself between koby's thighs again, nudging inside him again, feeling the wet rush of where they meet and humming low.
the sheets are soaked beneath them, their bodies sweaty and sticky, but it changes nothing about the way he kisses koby, slow and deep, licking languidly into his mouth and chasing the taste of him on the boy's tongue. he slides one arm under koby's head, pillowing it against his forearm so his fingers can tangle in his hair again, the other braced on the bed so that he can grind his hips down against koby once again. ]
So good.
[ he breathes against koby's mouth, nudging their noses together and chasing little kisses over his lips. ] Wanted to see your face. [ a little breathless still, hazy in the afterglow and the simmering burn of more. ]
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he wants to face him, wants to devour him again already even though his own body is wracked with sensitivity. it doesn't stop him though, from dragging away, chest pressed against the other's back, but his dick slips free. it's short lived, what for the way quentin reaches and encourages koby onto his his back. he can't be away from him long, refuses to, and slots himself between koby's thighs again, nudging inside him again, feeling the wet rush of where they meet and humming low.
the sheets are soaked beneath them, their bodies sweaty and sticky, but it changes nothing about the way he kisses koby, slow and deep, licking languidly into his mouth and chasing the taste of him on the boy's tongue. he slides one arm under koby's head, pillowing it against his forearm so his fingers can tangle in his hair again, the other braced on the bed so that he can grind his hips down against koby once again. ]
So good.
[ he breathes against koby's mouth, nudging their noses together and chasing little kisses over his lips. ] Wanted to see your face. [ a little breathless still, hazy in the afterglow and the simmering burn of more. ]
Missed you.