[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.
[A soft, breathless admission that is not without humour.
Still, what Harry wants is for Koby to come undone again. He wants to see this beautiful, kind man writhing and twitching, unable to control his body for that brief moment of complete pleasure.
So he snaps his hips up harder, faster. He buries himself in that hot, clenching flesh over and over again, feeling his body near its crisis at an alarming rate.]
[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--
[Eager to please as always, Harry tries his best, but the truth is that he has very little control over his body at this point. He comes hard and suddenly, hips grinding up and fingers digging into Koby's hips mindlessly.]
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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.
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[A soft, breathless admission that is not without humour.
Still, what Harry wants is for Koby to come undone again. He wants to see this beautiful, kind man writhing and twitching, unable to control his body for that brief moment of complete pleasure.
So he snaps his hips up harder, faster. He buries himself in that hot, clenching flesh over and over again, feeling his body near its crisis at an alarming rate.]
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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--
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