[that line gets a scrunched-up nose, a look halfway between a scowl and a snort of laughter -- because that wasn't even funny, not at all, fearless -- but that grin is back, bright as a solar fire, bright as the moon outside and the sheen of a thousand tiny stars, and koby is helpless now as before as always. fearless is too damn charming, and that's dangerous and that's wonderful and that's going to come back to bite them both someday, maybe.
but there's not room for that now, not with that hand slipping down between them, warm and quick and cleverly familiar. all thoughts of risk or danger have long since fled, replaced with the bolt of pleasure that jerks through koby like electricity at the slip of those callused fingers. down, beneath all the layers, finding exactly the sort of effect he's having. koby makes a sound, one hand flying up to cover his mouth, press his palm to where pleading moans are pressing to escape.
instead he blushes and he swallows back the whimpers and he shakily arches up into the cupping heat of fearless's hand. it's past where his clit's swollen and sensitive and aching, slipping through the messy slick gathered, dripping, soaking his underwear -- evidence that koby either gets wet fast, or he's been turned on this whole time, knee-shivering, heart-pounding, closer and closer to desperate.]
Y-Yeah. That's -- yeah. [all attempts at teasing have melted away, leaving the raw, hopeful sweetness that koby emanates without really trying -- wide sweet eyes and parted panting mouth and his hands finding the back of fearless's neck, cradling, petting at his hair.] D-Do that next, please? Please.
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but there's not room for that now, not with that hand slipping down between them, warm and quick and cleverly familiar. all thoughts of risk or danger have long since fled, replaced with the bolt of pleasure that jerks through koby like electricity at the slip of those callused fingers. down, beneath all the layers, finding exactly the sort of effect he's having. koby makes a sound, one hand flying up to cover his mouth, press his palm to where pleading moans are pressing to escape.
instead he blushes and he swallows back the whimpers and he shakily arches up into the cupping heat of fearless's hand. it's past where his clit's swollen and sensitive and aching, slipping through the messy slick gathered, dripping, soaking his underwear -- evidence that koby either gets wet fast, or he's been turned on this whole time, knee-shivering, heart-pounding, closer and closer to desperate.]
Y-Yeah. That's -- yeah. [all attempts at teasing have melted away, leaving the raw, hopeful sweetness that koby emanates without really trying -- wide sweet eyes and parted panting mouth and his hands finding the back of fearless's neck, cradling, petting at his hair.] D-Do that next, please? Please.