[whatever anxiety is left is just a vague fizz of emotion buried in the back of harry’s mind – there’s too much eagerness, excitement, pleasure burning it away, seared off like water by a high sun. koby might coax it along a little, nudge his mind to harry’s, warm blushing pink encouraging him, stroking at his thoughts the way his hands stroke through the fluff on harry’s chest.
and if he likes vocal – well. koby can oblige, a litany of soft, needy, pleading sounds escaping him as he rolls his hips, rises up on his knees, drops down to meet each and every one of those careful, slow thrusts. every one makes him whine, needy, wanton, reckless, youthfully impatient, clenched tight around harry’s cock and grinding with a twist of his hips.]
You can – faster. [koby ducks down, catches harry’s mouth with his, bites at his lower lip, clumsily hungry –] Don’t be afraid. I won’t break.
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and if he likes vocal – well. koby can oblige, a litany of soft, needy, pleading sounds escaping him as he rolls his hips, rises up on his knees, drops down to meet each and every one of those careful, slow thrusts. every one makes him whine, needy, wanton, reckless, youthfully impatient, clenched tight around harry’s cock and grinding with a twist of his hips.]
You can – faster. [koby ducks down, catches harry’s mouth with his, bites at his lower lip, clumsily hungry –] Don’t be afraid. I won’t break.