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--
[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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[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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