Uh huh, sure — ( hao starts to protest, but the yank of his hair, blessedly, shuts him up — if only because he kinda likes it. because of course he does.
honestly, he has no idea where the hell koby is going with all this, a sudden seriousness falling over him like he's afraid he'll say the wrong thing. the dichotomy between the kobies in his head — the bratty koby in the club, drunk and giggly and clingy, going pliant underneath hao's touch, and the vaguely nervous, unsure koby that's here right now, purposeful with the way he applies the makeshift dye to hao's hair, cheeks flushing nearly maybe even more pink than his hair — is kind of funny. and funnier even still is koby — thanking him? )
You were a virgin? ( forgive him for sounding surprised. hao's grin makes its grand reappearance, creeping slowly across his cheeks, perhaps sinister if it weren't so god damn genuine. there's a silly kind of pride in this revelation, warm and tingly and glowing in his chest — even though virginity is a construct, blah blah fucking blah, whatever — because it means that koby's forever, like, tied to hao. intrinsically, if hao knew such a big word. you never forget your first, and all that. ) Wow. I've never taken someone's virginity before. And I've definitely never been thanked for fucking someone. ( he leans back a little, absolutely beaming up at koby. )
[If Koby were a little less flustered, he'd note the way Hao is immediately quieted by the hair pulling, would file that away to use later, in some other circumstance. But he's focused on applying the dye, gloved hands smeared with pink, held out of the way carefully whenever he reloads the goo onto the brush.]
I was. Is that so shocking? [A little huffy, but not quite as embarrassed as he might've been the night of. Koby's still a bundle of anxious nerves, most of the time, but he's definitely come (a lot) a long way since that first night in Otherworld. Much of it's hazy, the people he encountered, the heated encounters with friends of the Balfours, but the warmth of Hao's body against his, the sharpness of teeth at the place his neck and shoulder meet (gone now, though sometimes Koby feels a phantom ache, like there's still a bruise in the shape of Hao's mouth) -- that's very, very vivid. He remembers how he'd clung to the other boy, how he'd teared up at the end, how Hao had been laughing and teasing, but not cruel.
It matters, that he hadn't been cruel. That Koby's first time was something bright and dizzying and exciting, instead of overwhelming or scary. So even when he's being an enormous pain in the ass, Koby doesn't snap back, doesn't do much else except roll his eyes and start wrapping the dye-smeared ends of Hao's hair in aluminum foil.]
Well, there's a first time for everything, including being thanked, I guess. It made all the times after less intimidating. [There's a smug note in Koby's voice, in the curl of his pouty mouth, one hand tugging Hao's hair to prompt him to look up, back.] Hold still. [Stay put and think about how often Koby's getting railed.]
Kinda, ( hao can't help but answer to a question that was probably meant to be rhetorical. because yeah, it is kinda surprising that koby was a virgin, what with how quickly things escalated like a head-on collision in the middle of a freeway — but he guesses it was probably just the drinks. or, better yet, it's because hao is that unbearably attractive and alluring.
definitely that one.
all the times after. yeah, okay. cue an eyeroll in return as hao tips his chin back, watching koby work from beneath his lashes. all the times after. apparently things weren't so sparkly and magical and special between them after all. — not that hao gives a shit. koby can fuck other people, just like hao does. well, could. would. doesn't, presently. but whatever.
an idea creeps into his silly little mind, expression softening and practically batting his eyelashes up at koby, declaring before he can even dare think about changing his mind due to some ... uncertainty: )
Yeah, well. You're gonna let me give you head after we're done here, right?
Why? [Koby says it on a bit of a snort, going over the tips of Hao’s hair one last time with the brush, making sure it’s fully saturated, entirely focused on his task. His teeth press into his lower lip, half because of the job and half because – well, because he’s remembering. Because as hazy and foggy as Otherworld had been, he can still picture every movement, every touch, every needy, desperate sound he’d made, pressed up against a wall he can still feel at his back, if he focuses hard.
The empty bowl of makeshift dye is tossed neatly into the trash, the brush following – wasteful, maybe, but Koby doesn’t really want a bright pink sink, thanks – before he grabs one of the plastic shower caps he’d snagged from the endless supply closet, carefully covering Hao’s slathered hair with it. And then – that question, startling enough that Koby lets the elastic of the cap snap hard against Hao’s forehead, immediately turning six shades darker than the dye.]
What. [Savagely, blushing and blushing and pulling off his gloves, heat crawling up his spine and into his cheeks as he throws them in the trash as well, because – because he can imagine that too, he knows what it feels like now, he can put together Hao’s smirking, sharp-toothed grin and the feeling of someone settled between his thighs and imagine him there, imagine him laughing as he makes Koby into a whining, sobbing mess again and–]
Do you even know how to do that? [Flatly, embarrassment making him blunt.]
( oh, there it is. the blushing, the stammering, the way koby immediately avoids eye contact by ditching his gloves. the snap of the shower cap against his forehead is a worthy price to pay for this — something hao's been missing. something like victory. )
Duh, ( he laughs, rolling his eyes as he reaches for koby's wrist, tugging him back into hao's orbit. ) I'm not a fucking idiot.
( even if he's never actually eaten pussy before. what, like it's hard? hao's sucked plenty of dicks in his life, has even bent one of his dumb idiot situationships back at school over his kitchen table and eaten him out until he was crying and begging for hao to stick his dick in him. it's a pussy! whatever! he'll be fine! he's not worried!
— mostly. but any hesitation is quickly hidden with behind a wry little grin, parting his thighs to pull koby in between them. he definitely looks super hot and enticing and sexy with his little shower cap on. how can koby possibly resist? )
[That gets an arched eyebrow, an unspoken ”really?” written all over Koby’s face. It’s easy with Hao, easy to snark and roll his eyes and let down his guard, to be as sharp and petty as he (always, always) feels deep down inside. To not be so good all the time. Maybe Koby should feel worse about that. Maybe he should feel guiltier.
But he lets himself be tugged back, between Hao’s thighs, looking down at him with his dumb little shower cap and his sharp-toothed grin and his annoying, maddening, baffling confidence that radiates like looking too long at a sunrise. And Koby softens a bit, settling his hands on Hao’s shoulders, thumb absently stroking over where the collar of his shirt ends, over his neck.]
No biting there. [Firmly, reproachfully, finding the line of Hao’s collarbone and tracing with a fingertip.] Your teeth hurt. And you bite too hard. I had bruises for weeks. [Said like it’s a bad thing. Said like Koby hadn’t found the fading marks and pressed hard against them to send lightning sparks up and down his spine, in the middle of the night.] And if you’re bad at it, I’m going to tell you so.
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honestly, he has no idea where the hell koby is going with all this, a sudden seriousness falling over him like he's afraid he'll say the wrong thing. the dichotomy between the kobies in his head — the bratty koby in the club, drunk and giggly and clingy, going pliant underneath hao's touch, and the vaguely nervous, unsure koby that's here right now, purposeful with the way he applies the makeshift dye to hao's hair, cheeks flushing nearly maybe even more pink than his hair — is kind of funny. and funnier even still is koby — thanking him? )
You were a virgin? ( forgive him for sounding surprised. hao's grin makes its grand reappearance, creeping slowly across his cheeks, perhaps sinister if it weren't so god damn genuine. there's a silly kind of pride in this revelation, warm and tingly and glowing in his chest — even though virginity is a construct, blah blah fucking blah, whatever — because it means that koby's forever, like, tied to hao. intrinsically, if hao knew such a big word. you never forget your first, and all that. ) Wow. I've never taken someone's virginity before. And I've definitely never been thanked for fucking someone. ( he leans back a little, absolutely beaming up at koby. )
You sure know how to make a guy feel special.
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I was. Is that so shocking? [A little huffy, but not quite as embarrassed as he might've been the night of. Koby's still a bundle of anxious nerves, most of the time, but he's definitely come (a lot) a long way since that first night in Otherworld. Much of it's hazy, the people he encountered, the heated encounters with friends of the Balfours, but the warmth of Hao's body against his, the sharpness of teeth at the place his neck and shoulder meet (gone now, though sometimes Koby feels a phantom ache, like there's still a bruise in the shape of Hao's mouth) -- that's very, very vivid. He remembers how he'd clung to the other boy, how he'd teared up at the end, how Hao had been laughing and teasing, but not cruel.
It matters, that he hadn't been cruel. That Koby's first time was something bright and dizzying and exciting, instead of overwhelming or scary. So even when he's being an enormous pain in the ass, Koby doesn't snap back, doesn't do much else except roll his eyes and start wrapping the dye-smeared ends of Hao's hair in aluminum foil.]
Well, there's a first time for everything, including being thanked, I guess. It made all the times after less intimidating. [There's a smug note in Koby's voice, in the curl of his pouty mouth, one hand tugging Hao's hair to prompt him to look up, back.] Hold still. [Stay put and think about how often Koby's getting railed.]
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definitely that one.
all the times after. yeah, okay. cue an eyeroll in return as hao tips his chin back, watching koby work from beneath his lashes. all the times after. apparently things weren't so sparkly and magical and special between them after all. — not that hao gives a shit. koby can fuck other people, just like hao does. well, could. would. doesn't, presently. but whatever.
an idea creeps into his silly little mind, expression softening and practically batting his eyelashes up at koby, declaring before he can even dare think about changing his mind due to some ... uncertainty: )
Yeah, well. You're gonna let me give you head after we're done here, right?
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The empty bowl of makeshift dye is tossed neatly into the trash, the brush following – wasteful, maybe, but Koby doesn’t really want a bright pink sink, thanks – before he grabs one of the plastic shower caps he’d snagged from the endless supply closet, carefully covering Hao’s slathered hair with it. And then – that question, startling enough that Koby lets the elastic of the cap snap hard against Hao’s forehead, immediately turning six shades darker than the dye.]
What. [Savagely, blushing and blushing and pulling off his gloves, heat crawling up his spine and into his cheeks as he throws them in the trash as well, because – because he can imagine that too, he knows what it feels like now, he can put together Hao’s smirking, sharp-toothed grin and the feeling of someone settled between his thighs and imagine him there, imagine him laughing as he makes Koby into a whining, sobbing mess again and–]
Do you even know how to do that? [Flatly, embarrassment making him blunt.]
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Duh, ( he laughs, rolling his eyes as he reaches for koby's wrist, tugging him back into hao's orbit. ) I'm not a fucking idiot.
( even if he's never actually eaten pussy before. what, like it's hard? hao's sucked plenty of dicks in his life, has even bent one of his dumb idiot situationships back at school over his kitchen table and eaten him out until he was crying and begging for hao to stick his dick in him. it's a pussy! whatever! he'll be fine! he's not worried!
— mostly. but any hesitation is quickly hidden with behind a wry little grin, parting his thighs to pull koby in between them. he definitely looks super hot and enticing and sexy with his little shower cap on. how can koby possibly resist? )
So it's a yes, right?
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But he lets himself be tugged back, between Hao’s thighs, looking down at him with his dumb little shower cap and his sharp-toothed grin and his annoying, maddening, baffling confidence that radiates like looking too long at a sunrise. And Koby softens a bit, settling his hands on Hao’s shoulders, thumb absently stroking over where the collar of his shirt ends, over his neck.]
No biting there. [Firmly, reproachfully, finding the line of Hao’s collarbone and tracing with a fingertip.] Your teeth hurt. And you bite too hard. I had bruises for weeks. [Said like it’s a bad thing. Said like Koby hadn’t found the fading marks and pressed hard against them to send lightning sparks up and down his spine, in the middle of the night.] And if you’re bad at it, I’m going to tell you so.