( 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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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.