[the murmured words into the heated crook of his neck, accompanied with the slow, maddening circle of harry's fingers against his clit, pressing the soaked fabric against the throb of heated pleasure in a way that has koby whimpering -- they're both unbearable, and koby wants to complain, to whine, to say he's been patient, because he's been soaked since he came in here, but he's being given commands and he can -- he can do them. he has to, because despite harry's expert medical opinion, koby genuinely feels like he's going to die or explode or something.
so he scoots back against the pillows, red-cheeked and bright-eyed and eager, hands shaky with excitement, clumsy with nerves, because it's still thrilling, every time, every person, every experience. the sweet, submissive act slips a little, in favor of a genuinely eager, excited grin, a wrinkle of koby's freckled nose as he hooks his fingers in the elastic of his underwear and peels them down, off, away. he's dripping wet, flushed and slick in a way that he'd be embarrassed about if he wasn't so impatient.
swallowing hard, scooting back against the pillows, koby fidgets for a moment, unsure what to do with his hands, knees instinctively pressing together on a quick inhale.] You don't -- I mean, o-only if you, um. Want to? Some people don't. I mean. [he's blushing deeper, thighs slick where they finally spread, part, inviting.] If you want to, that's -- I want to, too.
[The power game is fun - it's not often Harry gets to feel like an authority on anything - but that glimpse of a genuinely happy Koby is what opens his heart completely. The scrunch of his nose, the light in his eyes, these are the things Harry suspects he'll remember best.
He moves up the bed, waiting patiently as Koby settles. His own cheeks are pink, but his gaze doesn't dart away when Koby's legs open. He moves again, putting his hands firmly on Koby's thighs.]
In some circles, there is a theory than one can induce a great sense of euphoria by causing bodily paroxysms. Allow me to demonstrate.
[Harry moves to lay on his belly between Koby's legs. He places a single kiss to the inside of one thigh before he licks up the length of Koby's cunt. His mouth seals over the hot flesh and he tongues Koby's clit with the same enthusiasm he'd kissed his mouth. He's not greatly experienced and his clumsiness betrays that, but he knows enough to keep his lips and tongue working relentlessly.]
[there's another stifled almost-laugh, and koby's already opening his mouth to say something about enough personal evidence to confirm that theory, but then -- but then harry's spreading out, holding his thighs and licking slowly up the flushed seam of his cunt and -- and it's good, every single time, a year of experience still not making that first electric sensation any less blissful.
koby makes a sound closer to a keen than anything else, and he suddenly knows exactly what to do with his hands, sliding one into the mess of harry's dark curls, something almost tender in how he rests a palm there, cradles the back of harry's head. a press forward when the clumsy, eager angle of harry's tongue is just right, encouragement undercut with the soft litany of words:] Y-Yes, there, right -- there, please--
[perhaps unsurprisingly, koby is noisy in bed, incurable yapper that he is, breathless words blurring together with the way he moans and whimpers and rocks up against harry's relentless mouth. it doesn't take very long until he's close, youthful enthusiasm working against him. thighs shivering, koby curls his toes against the bedspread, grips tighter at harry's hair and manages --] Almost, I'm -- almost there, I-I--
[Oh how he loves hands in his hair. That's another thing Harry has discovered about himself.
He takes direction well. If Koby tugs him over way or pulls him closer, Harry just applies himself in the exact place he's been led. He appears tireless in this activity at least.
When Koby warns him, he barely nods. Harry's lips close over the swollen flesh of Koby's clit and sucks. His gentle hands slip under the quivering thighs and hold, keeping Koby in place no matter how strongly his hips might buck.]
[the slight nod is all koby needs -- that and the sudden focused pressure of harry's mouth, the grip of his careful, firm hands, the unspoken permission, you can let go, you can fall apart, you're okay, you're safe. it's something koby feels as deeply as the pleasure that bursts apart low in his stomach, releases on a shuddery, gasping sound that comes from just as deep, something half harry's name, half wordless bliss. his hips buck up, against the firm grip, helpless and searching, hands tightening in harry's hair as he comes on his tongue -- and no doubt soaks his chin in the process.
panting, gulping for air, koby doesn't even give himself a moment to breathe, already tugging up at harry's dark curls, clumsily trying to pull him away from his oversensitive, flushed cunt, wanting to snuggle into his fluffy chest and let his heart rate decrease. mumbled, huffy:] C'mere, up -- up here.
[still panting, out of breath, koby immediately rolls onto his side and squirms closer, pressing the flushed, shivery length of his body up against harry, which -- probably doesn't bode well for being able to see one another, yes, but feels nice. it's nice to snuggle into his shoulder, breathing shakily, kissing the place where his pulse beats, clumsily.]
F-Flattery. [fondly, one shaky hand petting at the fluff of harry's chest. koby fidgets a bit, shifting his hips until the hard length of harry's cock slips between his still-slick thighs.]
Mmmhm. [amused, languid, that pleasant boneless place post-climax that koby feels sometimes as if he could live inside forever and ever. he shifts his hips, absently, squeezes his thighs together and leans back enough to peek upwards and see harry’s reaction.]
Well, I’m pleased to pass approval, then. [still petting at the curling, dark hair, absently:] Do you want to keep going? I should’ve warned you, I don’t, ah…need a lot of time to recover. Between rounds. And I can go for -- a while. [sweetly, innocently, all big doe eyes and earnestness:] My record is forty-eight hours.
W-Well, I know that! [like this, it's easy to see that when koby blushes, it goes all the way down his neck, over his collarbone, down his chest -- he blushes with his whole body. he makes a face, scrunching up his nose and hiding against harry's chest, mumbling:] I was just -- giving you a frame of, um. Reference. That's all.
[peeking upwards, those big earnest eyes accompanying a more deliberate wiggle of his hips.] You don't need to hold back, is. Is what I mean. Not on my account.
Ahhh, I see. [koby looks up, arching both eyebrows, squeezing his slick thighs together, letting harry slide between the shivery, soft press of them. there's the slightest hint of wickedness in those big, bright eyes as he says, sweetly:] You realize that just makes me want to encourage you to not preserve yourself? It's like a challenge. Is that on purpose, sir?
[another hip-wiggle, then, by way of answer, koby leans up to kiss harry slow, lingering, messy, before shifting away and up onto his hands and knees.] Five minutes ago. Can I be on top? I like being on top.
[He kisses back with a low hum, enjoying the lewd slip of wet lips and tongue. He sighs at Koby's retreat, dark lashes fluttering as he opens his eyes.
Koby looks so impish that he has to laugh.]
Yes. You may be on top, Koby. How could I ever deny you?
[He rolls onto his back, vaguely aware of his dick waving in the air as he does so.]
Never. [koby says it with unexpected fervency, even as he’s climbing on top of harry, straddling his waist, warm and flushed and only slightly shivery. the slick inside of his thighs is the only sign he’d shuddered apart on harry’s tongue only moments before – otherwise he’s fresh as a daisy, hair curling where it sticks to his neck, falls over his face.
one hand moves, presses over where harry’s heart beats, palm flat – and it’s accompanied with something, with a nudge into the warmth of the man’s thoughts, his feelings, like an invisible second caress, projecting affection and reassurance and protection, like a shield, like a guardian.]
I’ll take good care of you. And your heart. [said very earnestly, considering he’s pressing the bare curve of his ass back against harry’s hard dick.]
[He shouldn't be taking comfort from one so young. It makes him feel like he might be taking advantage somehow, and also mildly embarrassed that he should need such care.
Good. [koby looks pleased, wiggling his hips back against the line of harry’s cock, nudged up against his ass.] I think you’ll find I’m a very honest person. Occasionally too honest, I’ve been told. [another wiggle, then he’s rising up on his knees, reaching back to feel, to line himself up, to glide the head of his cock through the slick mess harry’d made of his cunt before slowly, sinking down, free hand braced against harry’s chest.
speaking of honesty – koby’s emotions show vividly on his face, impossible to mistake, fondness and satisfaction bleeding together on a shuddery moan that comes from deep in his chest as he takes harry inside. saltburnt is a mixed bag of blessings and curses, but getting to do this as often as he does – the eager young man koby still is very much enjoys that part. maybe that makes him some sort of slut, like the stupid superlatives had said, but – so be it.
and he’s determined, too, not slowing or ceasing until he’s fully seated on harry’s cock, settled back in his lap, looking very satisfied as he comes to a stop and catches his breath.] That’s – this is – let me just – [a shaky inhale, exhale, thighs shivering.] J-Just a minute.
[Says the man from a time period where saying how you really feel was dangerous socially at the very least.
Harry does noth8ng but hold on, eyes glued to Koby's face. He looks angelic, ecstatic, absolutely perfect. In that moment Harry is happy to hand over all control... probably forever. Koby could ask almost anything of him now.]
Of course.
[His hips twitch just a little before Harry forces them to ignore all instinct and be still. Filled with wonder, he lets his hands creep up over Koby's stomach and chest.]
[that gets a laugh, a quavery bit of sound, fading into a shuddery sort of whine when harry’s hips twitch, when his hands – clever, careful anatomist’s hands – slip up over the shivery expanse of freckled, sunkissed skin. koby’s hands reach to cover them, guiding gently, up over his chest, tracing the scars again, lightly.]
S-So I’ve heard. [an exhale, an unconscious shudder of the slick, tight muscle that enfolds harry’s cock, rippling like waves, making koby’s head drop a bit as he pants open-mouthed, shivery.] I can – b-be honest like this, but, u-um. I might. Forget how to, ah. Talk. When you start moving.
[huffing out a laugh, he tugs harry’s hand to his mouth, kisses the palm of it.] S-Sorry in advance.
[Harry is quite certain he's going to lose any coherence himself in short order.
One hand at Koby's mouth, he drags the other to the place where they are joined. Curiously, he drags his thumb up and around that sensitive bit of flesh before he lets his hips rise and fall slowly.
He can feel sweat on his back and dampening the thick hair on his chest. He breathes long and deep, trying to keep it even.]
[koby makes a sound, a pleading, quavering shudder of a thing, against the flat of harry’s palm at the slow drag of his callused, careful thumb, at the sparks of pleasure it sends fire-hot and shattering up his spine. His lips part, find harry’s index finger, close around it for a moment, sucking hard, needing something, something to do with his mouth to distract from how good it feels. mumbled, eyes half-closed, stomach tightening as he rocks his own body down to meet that experimental lift of harry’s hips:] Y-You too.
[eyes squeezing shut, he releases harry’s hand, mouth open on a moan as he braces both his shaky palms against the soft, thickly furred warmth of his chest. there could be people walking by, could be anyone overhearing the sounds koby makes as he rises up on his knees, then sinks back down, still slow, still getting used to the angle, the depth, the dizzying feel of it all. but he doesn’t care, doesn’t care about anything except reaching for harry’s hands, guiding them back to his waist, his hips, settling them there.
another shaky inhale. exhale.] You can m-move now.
[Thank you God for vocal men, Harry thinks. They help alleviate his performance anxiety.
He grips Koby's hips firmly. Listens. Licks his lips and nods.
Slowly, he rocks up further into that gloriously wet, tight heat. His rhythm stutters at first, but his body begins to find one when he focuses on Koby's face.
He tugs at his hips, trying to encourage him to move in whatever way will bring him pleasure.]
[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--
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so he scoots back against the pillows, red-cheeked and bright-eyed and eager, hands shaky with excitement, clumsy with nerves, because it's still thrilling, every time, every person, every experience. the sweet, submissive act slips a little, in favor of a genuinely eager, excited grin, a wrinkle of koby's freckled nose as he hooks his fingers in the elastic of his underwear and peels them down, off, away. he's dripping wet, flushed and slick in a way that he'd be embarrassed about if he wasn't so impatient.
swallowing hard, scooting back against the pillows, koby fidgets for a moment, unsure what to do with his hands, knees instinctively pressing together on a quick inhale.] You don't -- I mean, o-only if you, um. Want to? Some people don't. I mean. [he's blushing deeper, thighs slick where they finally spread, part, inviting.] If you want to, that's -- I want to, too.
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He moves up the bed, waiting patiently as Koby settles. His own cheeks are pink, but his gaze doesn't dart away when Koby's legs open. He moves again, putting his hands firmly on Koby's thighs.]
In some circles, there is a theory than one can induce a great sense of euphoria by causing bodily paroxysms. Allow me to demonstrate.
[Harry moves to lay on his belly between Koby's legs. He places a single kiss to the inside of one thigh before he licks up the length of Koby's cunt. His mouth seals over the hot flesh and he tongues Koby's clit with the same enthusiasm he'd kissed his mouth. He's not greatly experienced and his clumsiness betrays that, but he knows enough to keep his lips and tongue working relentlessly.]
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koby makes a sound closer to a keen than anything else, and he suddenly knows exactly what to do with his hands, sliding one into the mess of harry's dark curls, something almost tender in how he rests a palm there, cradles the back of harry's head. a press forward when the clumsy, eager angle of harry's tongue is just right, encouragement undercut with the soft litany of words:] Y-Yes, there, right -- there, please--
[perhaps unsurprisingly, koby is noisy in bed, incurable yapper that he is, breathless words blurring together with the way he moans and whimpers and rocks up against harry's relentless mouth. it doesn't take very long until he's close, youthful enthusiasm working against him. thighs shivering, koby curls his toes against the bedspread, grips tighter at harry's hair and manages --] Almost, I'm -- almost there, I-I--
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He takes direction well. If Koby tugs him over way or pulls him closer, Harry just applies himself in the exact place he's been led. He appears tireless in this activity at least.
When Koby warns him, he barely nods. Harry's lips close over the swollen flesh of Koby's clit and sucks. His gentle hands slip under the quivering thighs and hold, keeping Koby in place no matter how strongly his hips might buck.]
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panting, gulping for air, koby doesn't even give himself a moment to breathe, already tugging up at harry's dark curls, clumsily trying to pull him away from his oversensitive, flushed cunt, wanting to snuggle into his fluffy chest and let his heart rate decrease. mumbled, huffy:] C'mere, up -- up here.
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He licks his lips as he crawls up, to lay on his side so he can see Koby properly. His cock is hard but he barely notices.]
You taste divine.
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F-Flattery. [fondly, one shaky hand petting at the fluff of harry's chest. koby fidgets a bit, shifting his hips until the hard length of harry's cock slips between his still-slick thighs.]
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[Said as he wraps his arms around Koby, keeping him close. He makes a low, surprised noise as his cock is enveloped in warmth.]
I am merely stating what I feel is obvious.
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Well, I’m pleased to pass approval, then. [still petting at the curling, dark hair, absently:] Do you want to keep going? I should’ve warned you, I don’t, ah…need a lot of time to recover. Between rounds. And I can go for -- a while. [sweetly, innocently, all big doe eyes and earnestness:] My record is forty-eight hours.
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Harry blinks that hazy look away and laughs.]
Forty--? Koby. Koby my dearest, I will die.
[Laughing still, he presses a kiss to Koby's forehead.] I really will!
But I'm not done in yet. Yes, I should very much like to have you spend again.
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[peeking upwards, those big earnest eyes accompanying a more deliberate wiggle of his hips.] You don't need to hold back, is. Is what I mean. Not on my account.
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[A kiss to the top of Koby's head this time.]
I feel that if anything, I should hold back a little just to preserve myself enough to satisfy you.
For I do wish to satisfy you, Koby.
[His hips rock gently.]
How soon can you bear to be touched?
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[another hip-wiggle, then, by way of answer, koby leans up to kiss harry slow, lingering, messy, before shifting away and up onto his hands and knees.] Five minutes ago. Can I be on top? I like being on top.
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[He kisses back with a low hum, enjoying the lewd slip of wet lips and tongue. He sighs at Koby's retreat, dark lashes fluttering as he opens his eyes.
Koby looks so impish that he has to laugh.]
Yes. You may be on top, Koby. How could I ever deny you?
[He rolls onto his back, vaguely aware of his dick waving in the air as he does so.]
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one hand moves, presses over where harry’s heart beats, palm flat – and it’s accompanied with something, with a nudge into the warmth of the man’s thoughts, his feelings, like an invisible second caress, projecting affection and reassurance and protection, like a shield, like a guardian.]
I’ll take good care of you. And your heart. [said very earnestly, considering he’s pressing the bare curve of his ass back against harry’s hard dick.]
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But he does.
Harry settles his hands onto Koby's hips.]
I believe you.
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speaking of honesty – koby’s emotions show vividly on his face, impossible to mistake, fondness and satisfaction bleeding together on a shuddery moan that comes from deep in his chest as he takes harry inside. saltburnt is a mixed bag of blessings and curses, but getting to do this as often as he does – the eager young man koby still is very much enjoys that part. maybe that makes him some sort of slut, like the stupid superlatives had said, but – so be it.
and he’s determined, too, not slowing or ceasing until he’s fully seated on harry’s cock, settled back in his lap, looking very satisfied as he comes to a stop and catches his breath.] That’s – this is – let me just – [a shaky inhale, exhale, thighs shivering.] J-Just a minute.
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[Says the man from a time period where saying how you really feel was dangerous socially at the very least.
Harry does noth8ng but hold on, eyes glued to Koby's face. He looks angelic, ecstatic, absolutely perfect. In that moment Harry is happy to hand over all control... probably forever. Koby could ask almost anything of him now.]
Of course.
[His hips twitch just a little before Harry forces them to ignore all instinct and be still. Filled with wonder, he lets his hands creep up over Koby's stomach and chest.]
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S-So I’ve heard. [an exhale, an unconscious shudder of the slick, tight muscle that enfolds harry’s cock, rippling like waves, making koby’s head drop a bit as he pants open-mouthed, shivery.] I can – b-be honest like this, but, u-um. I might. Forget how to, ah. Talk. When you start moving.
[huffing out a laugh, he tugs harry’s hand to his mouth, kisses the palm of it.] S-Sorry in advance.
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[Harry is quite certain he's going to lose any coherence himself in short order.
One hand at Koby's mouth, he drags the other to the place where they are joined. Curiously, he drags his thumb up and around that sensitive bit of flesh before he lets his hips rise and fall slowly.
He can feel sweat on his back and dampening the thick hair on his chest. He breathes long and deep, trying to keep it even.]
You feel fantastic.
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[eyes squeezing shut, he releases harry’s hand, mouth open on a moan as he braces both his shaky palms against the soft, thickly furred warmth of his chest. there could be people walking by, could be anyone overhearing the sounds koby makes as he rises up on his knees, then sinks back down, still slow, still getting used to the angle, the depth, the dizzying feel of it all. but he doesn’t care, doesn’t care about anything except reaching for harry’s hands, guiding them back to his waist, his hips, settling them there.
another shaky inhale. exhale.] You can m-move now.
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He grips Koby's hips firmly. Listens. Licks his lips and nods.
Slowly, he rocks up further into that gloriously wet, tight heat. His rhythm stutters at first, but his body begins to find one when he focuses on Koby's face.
He tugs at his hips, trying to encourage him to move in whatever way will bring him pleasure.]
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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.]
Close.
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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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