[Another soft kiss, this time to Koby's lips. The scars tell their story very well indeed - the damage was done, obvious to anyone who knows anything about the way a wound is supposed to heal.] Yes. Yet here you are. My dear, strong one.
[Fingers still massaging (and did anyone tell this bright young boy that doing such could have helped with the scar tissue? of course not) Harry smiles in return.]
Yes, apparently my tastes are a bit of a mystery to people. Although to be fair, I've not enough experience to definitively give many answers.
[Slowly, as if Koby might startle, he leans forward and kisses his neck. When he speaks again it is against the smooth skin there.]
I am aware of the... the details? Of either set of, ah. Genitals. I am an anatomist. [Another series of slow, gentle kisses as he moves down Koby's neck.]
Only you must tell me if I do or say something foolish, or distasteful to you. To my knowledge I've not met a young man like you before. Although who can say, really? Perhaps I've known dozens without recognising it.
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[Fingers still massaging (and did anyone tell this bright young boy that doing such could have helped with the scar tissue? of course not) Harry smiles in return.]
Yes, apparently my tastes are a bit of a mystery to people. Although to be fair, I've not enough experience to definitively give many answers.
[Slowly, as if Koby might startle, he leans forward and kisses his neck. When he speaks again it is against the smooth skin there.]
I am aware of the... the details? Of either set of, ah. Genitals. I am an anatomist. [Another series of slow, gentle kisses as he moves down Koby's neck.]
Only you must tell me if I do or say something foolish, or distasteful to you. To my knowledge I've not met a young man like you before. Although who can say, really? Perhaps I've known dozens without recognising it.