[Fearless really could revel in it all, the feeling of Koby's warmth around him— not just in the slick of his pussy, but the way Koby holds Fearless close. The way he's so honest with his body, with his mouth— how he drapes Fearless in want and care. It's selfish to indulge in, stupid, too, but Fearless knows that the starving need every crumb they can get.
He tucks his nose into Koby's hair, comforted by the scent of it, kept grounded in the pressure of Koby's arms around his neck.]
Incredible,
[He answers through a sigh, shifting his hips forward. Those dark eyes of his latch on to Koby's like a lifeline. He's better, a little at dirtytalking, or he thinks so anyway— but dirty talking isn't the point, he's sure. It's this opportunity to be painfully honest, just for a moment, knowing later both of them will have to go back to pretending they know better.]
Just what I've been— mnh. waiting for.
[Aching for. Desperate for. Another roll of his hips testifies to that need, pushing against Koby's rhythm.]
no subject
He tucks his nose into Koby's hair, comforted by the scent of it, kept grounded in the pressure of Koby's arms around his neck.]
Incredible,
[He answers through a sigh, shifting his hips forward. Those dark eyes of his latch on to Koby's like a lifeline. He's better, a little at dirtytalking, or he thinks so anyway— but dirty talking isn't the point, he's sure. It's this opportunity to be painfully honest, just for a moment, knowing later both of them will have to go back to pretending they know better.]
Just what I've been— mnh. waiting for.
[Aching for. Desperate for. Another roll of his hips testifies to that need, pushing against Koby's rhythm.]