Good. [koby looks pleased, wiggling his hips back against the line of harry’s cock, nudged up against his ass.] I think you’ll find I’m a very honest person. Occasionally too honest, I’ve been told. [another wiggle, then he’s rising up on his knees, reaching back to feel, to line himself up, to glide the head of his cock through the slick mess harry’d made of his cunt before slowly, sinking down, free hand braced against harry’s chest.

speaking of honesty – koby’s emotions show vividly on his face, impossible to mistake, fondness and satisfaction bleeding together on a shuddery moan that comes from deep in his chest as he takes harry inside. saltburnt is a mixed bag of blessings and curses, but getting to do this as often as he does – the eager young man koby still is very much enjoys that part. maybe that makes him some sort of slut, like the stupid superlatives had said, but – so be it.

and he’s determined, too, not slowing or ceasing until he’s fully seated on harry’s cock, settled back in his lap, looking very satisfied as he comes to a stop and catches his breath.] That’s – this is – let me just – [a shaky inhale, exhale, thighs shivering.] J-Just a minute.