Mmmhm. [amused, languid, that pleasant boneless place post-climax that koby feels sometimes as if he could live inside forever and ever. he shifts his hips, absently, squeezes his thighs together and leans back enough to peek upwards and see harry’s reaction.]

Well, I’m pleased to pass approval, then. [still petting at the curling, dark hair, absently:] Do you want to keep going? I should’ve warned you, I don’t, ah…need a lot of time to recover. Between rounds. And I can go for -- a while. [sweetly, innocently, all big doe eyes and earnestness:] My record is forty-eight hours.