Harry watches Koby with a loving eye, noting the way his buttocks move beneath his underwear, the way his calves flex and relax. He's beautiful. The soaking underpants he notes with an almost uncomfortable pulse of desire as he stands and follows.
Undressing is difficult for Harry. He forces himself to do it, but he cannot hide that he's shy - on ship he'd had his own berth so he was spared being seen unclothed, and prior to his experiences here in the manor his intimate experiences hadn't required anything besides pulling trousers down just enough to get his dick out. Compounding the issue is the fact that Koby is just young and hot.
Still, Harry gets out of his clothes and onto the bed. His skin is pale, black hair thick at his chest and groin. His cock is only a little stiff, average length and uncut. Trying to recapture that sense of authority, Harry sits so that he can take Koby's face in his hands and kiss him like they did before. Wet, urgent, hot.
After a moment his anxiety fades - banished by Koby's tongue, perhaps - and he's running his hands over Koby's chest and belly and thighs. His fingers finally slip between Koby's legs, stroking curiously.]
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Harry watches Koby with a loving eye, noting the way his buttocks move beneath his underwear, the way his calves flex and relax. He's beautiful. The soaking underpants he notes with an almost uncomfortable pulse of desire as he stands and follows.
Undressing is difficult for Harry. He forces himself to do it, but he cannot hide that he's shy - on ship he'd had his own berth so he was spared being seen unclothed, and prior to his experiences here in the manor his intimate experiences hadn't required anything besides pulling trousers down just enough to get his dick out. Compounding the issue is the fact that Koby is just young and hot.
Still, Harry gets out of his clothes and onto the bed. His skin is pale, black hair thick at his chest and groin. His cock is only a little stiff, average length and uncut. Trying to recapture that sense of authority, Harry sits so that he can take Koby's face in his hands and kiss him like they did before. Wet, urgent, hot.
After a moment his anxiety fades - banished by Koby's tongue, perhaps - and he's running his hands over Koby's chest and belly and thighs. His fingers finally slip between Koby's legs, stroking curiously.]