[That gets a laugh, a muffled, sputtering, fond burst against Fearless's mouth, ends up with Koby red-cheeked and giggling and slipping his arms around the other young man's neck. His mouth's open, soft, warm, softening as this second kiss lingers, stokes something hot and smoldering in his chest.
Fearless doesn't have more than a handful of inches on him, really, but he's solid, immovable, for all that he's lanky and lean, and Koby presses closer, closer, the crisply ironed uniform crinkling, creasing where they're chest-to-chest. He's sure Fearless can feel his heart racing, feel the way his ribs ache from holding his wild pulse back, and he sighs, soft and open-mouthed.]
Better? [It comes out a little dazed, Koby's fingers slipping up into dark, tousled hair, curling there, keeping Fearless close. Close enough to kiss again, quick, sweet, and again, enough times that Koby loses count, gets messy, hungry with it, pushes even closer.]
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Fearless doesn't have more than a handful of inches on him, really, but he's solid, immovable, for all that he's lanky and lean, and Koby presses closer, closer, the crisply ironed uniform crinkling, creasing where they're chest-to-chest. He's sure Fearless can feel his heart racing, feel the way his ribs ache from holding his wild pulse back, and he sighs, soft and open-mouthed.]
Better? [It comes out a little dazed, Koby's fingers slipping up into dark, tousled hair, curling there, keeping Fearless close. Close enough to kiss again, quick, sweet, and again, enough times that Koby loses count, gets messy, hungry with it, pushes even closer.]