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 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.]