[there’s a huffy, thoughtful little sound as koby settles into harry’s lap, rocks his hips between grinding against the front of his pants and arching back into the hands on his ass, arms sliding around the man’s neck, languid and thoughtful as he tilts his head and bites his kiss-swollen lower lip.]

The most…it’s tricky, because there were so many things. [faux innocence, turned obvious lie by the way koby grins and toys with the curls at the nape of harry’s neck, fingers callused and affectionate.] And most of them just – led one right into another. Kissing you, touching you, getting on my knees for you. Sitting in your lap, like this.

[a pause, a glance downward, and koby frowns seriously.] With less pants on. There were no pants, in fact.