Why? [Koby says it on a bit of a snort, going over the tips of Hao’s hair one last time with the brush, making sure it’s fully saturated, entirely focused on his task. His teeth press into his lower lip, half because of the job and half because – well, because he’s remembering. Because as hazy and foggy as Otherworld had been, he can still picture every movement, every touch, every needy, desperate sound he’d made, pressed up against a wall he can still feel at his back, if he focuses hard.
The empty bowl of makeshift dye is tossed neatly into the trash, the brush following – wasteful, maybe, but Koby doesn’t really want a bright pink sink, thanks – before he grabs one of the plastic shower caps he’d snagged from the endless supply closet, carefully covering Hao’s slathered hair with it. And then – that question, startling enough that Koby lets the elastic of the cap snap hard against Hao’s forehead, immediately turning six shades darker than the dye.]
What. [Savagely, blushing and blushing and pulling off his gloves, heat crawling up his spine and into his cheeks as he throws them in the trash as well, because – because he can imagine that too, he knows what it feels like now, he can put together Hao’s smirking, sharp-toothed grin and the feeling of someone settled between his thighs and imagine him there, imagine him laughing as he makes Koby into a whining, sobbing mess again and–]
Do you even know how to do that? [Flatly, embarrassment making him blunt.]
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The empty bowl of makeshift dye is tossed neatly into the trash, the brush following – wasteful, maybe, but Koby doesn’t really want a bright pink sink, thanks – before he grabs one of the plastic shower caps he’d snagged from the endless supply closet, carefully covering Hao’s slathered hair with it. And then – that question, startling enough that Koby lets the elastic of the cap snap hard against Hao’s forehead, immediately turning six shades darker than the dye.]
What. [Savagely, blushing and blushing and pulling off his gloves, heat crawling up his spine and into his cheeks as he throws them in the trash as well, because – because he can imagine that too, he knows what it feels like now, he can put together Hao’s smirking, sharp-toothed grin and the feeling of someone settled between his thighs and imagine him there, imagine him laughing as he makes Koby into a whining, sobbing mess again and–]
Do you even know how to do that? [Flatly, embarrassment making him blunt.]