Ahhh, I see. [koby looks up, arching both eyebrows, squeezing his slick thighs together, letting harry slide between the shivery, soft press of them. there's the slightest hint of wickedness in those big, bright eyes as he says, sweetly:] You realize that just makes me want to encourage you to not preserve yourself? It's like a challenge. Is that on purpose, sir?

[another hip-wiggle, then, by way of answer, koby leans up to kiss harry slow, lingering, messy, before shifting away and up onto his hands and knees.] Five minutes ago. Can I be on top? I like being on top.