[Thank you God for vocal men, Harry thinks. They help alleviate his performance anxiety.
He grips Koby's hips firmly. Listens. Licks his lips and nods.
Slowly, he rocks up further into that gloriously wet, tight heat. His rhythm stutters at first, but his body begins to find one when he focuses on Koby's face.
He tugs at his hips, trying to encourage him to move in whatever way will bring him pleasure.]
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He grips Koby's hips firmly. Listens. Licks his lips and nods.
Slowly, he rocks up further into that gloriously wet, tight heat. His rhythm stutters at first, but his body begins to find one when he focuses on Koby's face.
He tugs at his hips, trying to encourage him to move in whatever way will bring him pleasure.]