[koby's busy trying to kiss fearless again, and he makes a soft, grouchy sound of protest at being shifted away from this task, until it clicks what he's trying to do. then there's another soft grumble, but koby also snuggles into fearless's shoulder, leaning his slight weight against him, kissing the tip of his ear and mumbling:] Don't -- drop me, okay? I'll get mad and bite your ankles while I'm down there.

[there's a giddy playfulness in his voice, in how he wiggles out of his shorts, slipping them over his slick-streaked thighs, then nimbly tugging one leg, then the other out. the blush on his face, his neck, over his shoulders, is echoed in the pink, damp curls at the apex of his thighs, the flushed folds dripping down his legs, but there's no embarrassment now. not when koby's preoccupied, hands slipping up to undo fearless's pants, then nudging under the waist, finding where he's hard, squeezing gently.]

You don't want to waste any time, right? [sweet, soft, earnest as ever, like he's giving a pep talk or a motivational speech, not being a tease, naked and shivery and needy in fearless's lap, free arm hooking around his neck for stability as he teases his cock with callused fingers.] Because -- well, because if you don't, you should say it. You should ask nicely, maybe. Good manners. [there's a grin on koby's flushed face as he leans back, bites his lower lip.] Don't you think?