Uh huh, sure — ( hao starts to protest, but the yank of his hair, blessedly, shuts him up — if only because he kinda likes it. because of course he does.

honestly, he has no idea where the hell koby is going with all this, a sudden seriousness falling over him like he's afraid he'll say the wrong thing. the dichotomy between the kobies in his head — the bratty koby in the club, drunk and giggly and clingy, going pliant underneath hao's touch, and the vaguely nervous, unsure koby that's here right now, purposeful with the way he applies the makeshift dye to hao's hair, cheeks flushing nearly maybe even more pink than his hair — is kind of funny. and funnier even still is koby — thanking him? )

You were a virgin? ( forgive him for sounding surprised. hao's grin makes its grand reappearance, creeping slowly across his cheeks, perhaps sinister if it weren't so god damn genuine. there's a silly kind of pride in this revelation, warm and tingly and glowing in his chest — even though virginity is a construct, blah blah fucking blah, whatever — because it means that koby's forever, like, tied to hao. intrinsically, if hao knew such a big word. you never forget your first, and all that. ) Wow. I've never taken someone's virginity before. And I've definitely never been thanked for fucking someone. ( he leans back a little, absolutely beaming up at koby. )

You sure know how to make a guy feel special.