[some achieve brattaming, some are born with it and some have it thrust upon them. koby is by far the sweetest sort of brat, tamed fairly easily by promises of attention to be lavished upon him -- he smiles immediately, fluttering his fingers, then squeezing harry's hand before ducking in to kiss him quick and firm and affectionate.]
Perhaps it would. [cheerfully; that settles that, clearly. koby slides off harry's lap, settling his glasses on the table, safely, besides lincoln, who's settled down into a frisky-business nap -- a common state for her. the unbuckled overalls drag behind him, and koby pauses for a moment to push them off over his hips, back facing harry for the moment.
he's still muscled, still lean and strong, from the dip of his waist to the backs of his thighs, to the simple, utilitarian underwear he has on, already visibly soaked through. koby straightens up, pauses, looking over his shoulder for a moment, before leaving that last bit of clothing where it is and climbing up onto the bed, settling sitting on his heels.
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Perhaps it would. [cheerfully; that settles that, clearly. koby slides off harry's lap, settling his glasses on the table, safely, besides lincoln, who's settled down into a frisky-business nap -- a common state for her. the unbuckled overalls drag behind him, and koby pauses for a moment to push them off over his hips, back facing harry for the moment.
he's still muscled, still lean and strong, from the dip of his waist to the backs of his thighs, to the simple, utilitarian underwear he has on, already visibly soaked through. koby straightens up, pauses, looking over his shoulder for a moment, before leaving that last bit of clothing where it is and climbing up onto the bed, settling sitting on his heels.
then, patting the blankets:] Come along, then.