[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.
[There's something about desperation that tastes so perfect to someone like Fearless, who normally has to hide from the feeling he might somehow be cosmically undesirable. Perhaps it's because of the fact there can be no more denial, because it's no longer a petty desire but a need, that he's made himself so necessary to the situation his partner— that Koby— can't take it back.
So he's inclined to reward Koby for his desperation— it further insists, after all, how necessary Fearless and his touch is to the situation. His fingers slip lower, rolling side to side over Koby's clit.]
'That' what, you? Or what I'm already up to?
[Fearless plays dumb, like he isn't aching to meet Koby's hips with his own, like his tight tented jeans aren't practically unbearable to be in. It's worth it to tease. The payoff is always so much sweeter when it comes from someone who's so sick of his bullshit and just needs to cum.
Fearless dips deeper until he's able to probe the tips of his two middle fingers into Koby's cunt, no longer a notion of curiosity as much as it is a declaration of intent.]
[koby huffs and scowls and squirms his hips like the insatiable, needy, desperate thing fearless has accused him of being, teasing in that sweet rough voice against his ear, telling him to beg for it, to say just as many filthy things in that stammering, gulping, hoarse voice. and he does, every time, he does because fearless teases his fingers back and forth against, over, alongside his clit and makes heat build and build low in his stomach until koby's drenched, until he's dripping into the cup of that roughened palm. and it's nearly unbearable already, and koby whimpers and drops his forehead against fearless's shoulder and breathes in the sweat-salt scent of him.]
Don't be mean. [it pitches high, whiny, koby's clumsy, shaky hand slipping down to grab at fearless's shirt collar, grip tight, shift his hips to try to get those fingers in deeper. he's so damn wet it's easy, it's effortless, there's no resistance at all, so why won't fearless just --] You know. [what he wants, what he needs, turning and nuzzling into the heat of fearless's neck, exhaling on another of those whimpering sounds, mouth parted against where he can feel the steady, eager beat.
but at least -- he knows fearless is just as turned on as he is, so koby drops his shoulders, one, then the other, lets his unbuttoned shirt slide off over sunkissed shoulders, freckles and fading sunburn, pink as his hair, as the fuzz that leads from his navel down under the open waist of his pants, that curls soaked and fluffy around where fearless's fingers tease him open. koby huffs, rocks his hips, drops his free hand to where fearless is hard, palm cupping, squeezing, breathing out:] Please.
[It's all a bit overwhelming, and perhaps more than someone like Fearless deserves, to have someone fall apart in front of him like this. Koby's desire only feeds his own, and Fearless's inaction starts to stem not from even a desire to tease Koby anymore so much as he is just hypnotized by him. The sounds Koby makes, the heat against Fearless's fingers— it gets his cock twitching, aching, desperate. Still, all of the commands in his head get stuck trying to go at once, until Koby's pleading voice pierces through the horny haze and snaps him back to attention.
That disruption is punctuated by Koby's grip, which eases the lowest little gasp out of Fearless before he nods an affirmative. That's right, he absolutely does need to be inside of Koby like, say, ten minutes ago.]
Yeah. Yes. Let's.
[With a little more thought beginning to process in his poor head again Fearless sets back on task so dutifully, only drawing his hand away from the warmth and wetness that Koby is giving him to drag his fingers over his tongue and then to set about getting Koby's shorts all the way off. They are absolutely, positively in his way right now.]
Move your leg a second—
[He directs, not really waiting for Koby to comply before he continues. He's certain Koby will understand, and lean on him for balance if needed.]
[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?
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[Torturing him. Torturing him, Fearless would claim. But Fearless can take this kind of torture, find it as sweet as pressing a bruise. Good things really do come to those who wait, and there's nothing to really complain about when his cock is twitching in Koby's touch.
Fearless kisses at Koby's chin, at his cheek—]
Fiiiine.
Please?
[Fearless's voice is absolutely saturated with the wideness of his smile, yet tinted by the huskiness of his arousal;]
[and koby beams, nuzzles into the kisses like an affectionate cat, his wickedness and teasing melting away in the face of how openly he craves that sort of contact. he’s weak to touches, to caresses, to being treated like someone worth treating sweetly – fearless no doubt knows that, remembers the earlier days, when koby was still tense and jumpy, flinching at shadows. he’d been vague about his past, his history with the syndicate, but it’s written over his body in old scars, in the haunted look in his big sad eyes, in how when fearless decides to stay, koby curls up tight on his chest and trembles through bad dreams, all night long.
none of that fear is here now, though. instead it’s only softness, sweetness and light, koby’s pouty mouth kissing fearless’s over and over and over, hands clumsy as they push his pants down, out of the way, enough so that he can fish out the hot, hard shape of his cock.] Good. [breathed against fearless’s mouth, punctuated with a laugh, with koby’s freckled, blushing nose bumping fearless’s cheek.] G-Good, lemme just –
[not much room to tease, not here, not so close and warm and impatient. koby breathes in, lines himself up, nudges fearless against the slick heat of his opening, then slowly sinks down onto his cock on the exhale. it pitches up, into a whimpering, pleading sound, and koby’s forehead drops to fearless’s shoulder as he keeps going, unflinching, unceasing, taking him all the way to the base in one smooth motion.]
[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.]
I-It’s – good? [this isn’t the first time – it’s not even the tenth, or fifteenth, because whenever they see one another it’s like a switch gets flipped, like koby suddenly can’t get close enough to fearless, can’t be satisfied unless he’s wrapped up in him, on him, beneath him, in his lap like this. he wants to say it’s just youthful horniness – and yes, that’s a very significant part of it.
but it’s more. it’s the way fearless says his name, keeps him close, holds him, and koby’s never felt quite as safe as he does when fearless does that. it makes the rest of the world disappear, narrow down the the shuddery breath of fearless in his ear, the shudder of his long, lean body pressed to koby’s own.
and yes, it’s the incredible, deep, full feeling of fearless buried to the hilt inside him, satisfying that insatiable need that burns deep and fervent and hungry. koby shifts his hips, whines low in his throat, still panting against fearless’s neck as he manages:] F-Feels – good, r-really…really good… [he’s not much of a dirty talker, not consciously – he just means to be honest, to convey just how good he’s feeling right that moment.
then, swallowing hard, he leans back, all big eyes and soft, panting mouth and flushed cheeks, catches fearless’s eyes with his own and slowly rocks his hips. breath shuddering, gaze hot –] D-Does it – do y-you feel good too?
[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.]
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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.
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So he's inclined to reward Koby for his desperation— it further insists, after all, how necessary Fearless and his touch is to the situation. His fingers slip lower, rolling side to side over Koby's clit.]
'That' what, you? Or what I'm already up to?
[Fearless plays dumb, like he isn't aching to meet Koby's hips with his own, like his tight tented jeans aren't practically unbearable to be in. It's worth it to tease. The payoff is always so much sweeter when it comes from someone who's so sick of his bullshit and just needs to cum.
Fearless dips deeper until he's able to probe the tips of his two middle fingers into Koby's cunt, no longer a notion of curiosity as much as it is a declaration of intent.]
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Don't be mean. [it pitches high, whiny, koby's clumsy, shaky hand slipping down to grab at fearless's shirt collar, grip tight, shift his hips to try to get those fingers in deeper. he's so damn wet it's easy, it's effortless, there's no resistance at all, so why won't fearless just --] You know. [what he wants, what he needs, turning and nuzzling into the heat of fearless's neck, exhaling on another of those whimpering sounds, mouth parted against where he can feel the steady, eager beat.
but at least -- he knows fearless is just as turned on as he is, so koby drops his shoulders, one, then the other, lets his unbuttoned shirt slide off over sunkissed shoulders, freckles and fading sunburn, pink as his hair, as the fuzz that leads from his navel down under the open waist of his pants, that curls soaked and fluffy around where fearless's fingers tease him open. koby huffs, rocks his hips, drops his free hand to where fearless is hard, palm cupping, squeezing, breathing out:] Please.
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That disruption is punctuated by Koby's grip, which eases the lowest little gasp out of Fearless before he nods an affirmative. That's right, he absolutely does need to be inside of Koby like, say, ten minutes ago.]
Yeah. Yes. Let's.
[With a little more thought beginning to process in his poor head again Fearless sets back on task so dutifully, only drawing his hand away from the warmth and wetness that Koby is giving him to drag his fingers over his tongue and then to set about getting Koby's shorts all the way off. They are absolutely, positively in his way right now.]
Move your leg a second—
[He directs, not really waiting for Koby to comply before he continues. He's certain Koby will understand, and lean on him for balance if needed.]
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[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?
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[Torturing him. Torturing him, Fearless would claim. But Fearless can take this kind of torture, find it as sweet as pressing a bruise. Good things really do come to those who wait, and there's nothing to really complain about when his cock is twitching in Koby's touch.
Fearless kisses at Koby's chin, at his cheek—]
Fiiiine.
Please?
[Fearless's voice is absolutely saturated with the wideness of his smile, yet tinted by the huskiness of his arousal;]
Pretty please?
A GIFT AND A TREASURE FORRRRR MEEEE
none of that fear is here now, though. instead it’s only softness, sweetness and light, koby’s pouty mouth kissing fearless’s over and over and over, hands clumsy as they push his pants down, out of the way, enough so that he can fish out the hot, hard shape of his cock.] Good. [breathed against fearless’s mouth, punctuated with a laugh, with koby’s freckled, blushing nose bumping fearless’s cheek.] G-Good, lemme just –
[not much room to tease, not here, not so close and warm and impatient. koby breathes in, lines himself up, nudges fearless against the slick heat of his opening, then slowly sinks down onto his cock on the exhale. it pitches up, into a whimpering, pleading sound, and koby’s forehead drops to fearless’s shoulder as he keeps going, unflinching, unceasing, taking him all the way to the base in one smooth motion.]
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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.]
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but it’s more. it’s the way fearless says his name, keeps him close, holds him, and koby’s never felt quite as safe as he does when fearless does that. it makes the rest of the world disappear, narrow down the the shuddery breath of fearless in his ear, the shudder of his long, lean body pressed to koby’s own.
and yes, it’s the incredible, deep, full feeling of fearless buried to the hilt inside him, satisfying that insatiable need that burns deep and fervent and hungry. koby shifts his hips, whines low in his throat, still panting against fearless’s neck as he manages:] F-Feels – good, r-really…really good… [he’s not much of a dirty talker, not consciously – he just means to be honest, to convey just how good he’s feeling right that moment.
then, swallowing hard, he leans back, all big eyes and soft, panting mouth and flushed cheeks, catches fearless’s eyes with his own and slowly rocks his hips. breath shuddering, gaze hot –] D-Does it – do y-you feel good too?
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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.]