[the comment makes koby laugh, a sudden, bright peal of sound, genuinely delighted, because he can feel the building pleasure, the desire for koby's own release first, again, and it flares up warm and affectionate and bright, the fondness for this soft, lovely, delightful man. he arches his back and drives down to meet each quick, deep thrust, breath catching, one hand moving to feel where harry disappears inside him, to press against that nub of nerves, to coax himself closer, closer and --]
S-Same time? [another laugh, a breathless puff of sound, head back, eyes closed and --] C-C'mon, same time, Harry, Harry, please--
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S-Same time? [another laugh, a breathless puff of sound, head back, eyes closed and --] C-C'mon, same time, Harry, Harry, please--