[If that good is music to Fearless's ears, Koby's laughter is a symphony. For people like the two of them, these comfortable experiences are rare, something to be treasured. Their scars are similar in some places, in others near identical. And even where the experiences aren't the same, they're the only ones who understand, sometimes.
Each of these moments is a treasure, something they're never guaranteed to experience again. So Fearless savors it when Koby's wet heat envelopes him tip to base, but he also savors the weight of Koby's forehead against his shoulder, the warmth of Koby's back underneath his fingertips.
He has to let out a slow, shuddery breath, though, keeping himself evened out as not to lose himself in the feeling too fast. He's ached, waiting to have Koby again.]
God damn, Koby,
[he murmurs, affectionate, awestruck, like he's being blessed.]
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Each of these moments is a treasure, something they're never guaranteed to experience again. So Fearless savors it when Koby's wet heat envelopes him tip to base, but he also savors the weight of Koby's forehead against his shoulder, the warmth of Koby's back underneath his fingertips.
He has to let out a slow, shuddery breath, though, keeping himself evened out as not to lose himself in the feeling too fast. He's ached, waiting to have Koby again.]
God damn, Koby,
[he murmurs, affectionate, awestruck, like he's being blessed.]