[As always, Fearless's hands, his reverent, warming touch have any residual tension in Koby's spine melting away, any fears of being caught or risking capture fading away like smoke in the wind. He exhales, leans his head back, eyes half-closed, surrendering to the sensation of tongue and teeth and lips against his collarbone, to the thrilling thought of feeling the bruise there for days afterwards, beneath his uniform, a throbbing reminder of this place, this man, this moment.
Of course, he isn't entirely lost -- it's hard to miss the firm stiffness when he shifts slightly, squirming in pleasure. Fearless isn't exactly easy to ignore in that department, after all. Koby grins, pulling back a little to catch his friend's hazy eyes, his own bright with amusement.] So. Did you have any ideas about...what to do next?
[It's an obvious attempt at playing coy, and Koby's smiling far too bright for it to be at all effective, but he also repeats the shift of his hips, the slight grind down, against the slowly-hardening heat beneath him. Spread like this, held like this, Koby wonders if Fearless can tell he's wet yet, if it's noticeable already beneath the properly-belted uniform.]
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Of course, he isn't entirely lost -- it's hard to miss the firm stiffness when he shifts slightly, squirming in pleasure. Fearless isn't exactly easy to ignore in that department, after all. Koby grins, pulling back a little to catch his friend's hazy eyes, his own bright with amusement.] So. Did you have any ideas about...what to do next?
[It's an obvious attempt at playing coy, and Koby's smiling far too bright for it to be at all effective, but he also repeats the shift of his hips, the slight grind down, against the slowly-hardening heat beneath him. Spread like this, held like this, Koby wonders if Fearless can tell he's wet yet, if it's noticeable already beneath the properly-belted uniform.]