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[kobes]

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USERNAME: kboy88



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@badsir

[kobes]

corny, english, whatever same thing

nah, just trying to make you say you missed me
that's all
💓

[mygoodsir]

It is not.

Of course I've missed you. You're my favourite.

[kobes]

if you say so, sweetie.

aw. liar. 😘 i missed you too.

[mygoodsir]

Second favourite, then.

Liar, you probably barely remember my face. But I'm glad you're here all the same. It's terribly boring otherwise.

📨 delivery

[hymen]

[ resting atop your pillow: a luxe, cream envelope, your name embossed in gold letters, holding a textured invitation — ]

text - un: 💋💋💋💋

[nishtha]

Hi slut.

un: kboy88

[kobes]

[kicking his feet, twirling his hair]

hi, whore 💓
how's the unresolved mommy issues?

[nishtha]

She sends her love. How's everyone's favourite Antipodean cumbucket?

[kobes]

dying of a xanax/champagne plane hangover
stop using big words when i'm dying, bitch

@spirited

[dead_tongue]

hey slut

you know an fp jones?

text; un: kboy88

[kobes]

are you assuming that just cause a man is hot and older i've had his dick in my mouth???
RUDE.



yes, I know him 🙄

[dead_tongue]

obvi.

so he likes twinks. he like anything else special? feet? piss? bunny costumes?

[kobes]

nobody likes bunny costumes actually that's a lie from big rabbit to sell stuff.
i dunno. brats, i guess?

so you'll do just fine.😘

@q

[longitudinal]

You left your underwear in the bathroom.
They’re cute, but not my size.

[kobes]

bold accusations from an olympian

how do you know? did you try them on?

[longitudinal]

Well you did. Unless they’re a gift, but they’re still yours and they still got left behind.

Also, the label tells me all I need to know. Should I try them on? 😉

@il sangre

[interpersonally]

( literally unblocked for just this. )

Did you leak that tape?

[kobes]

[well, hi there.]

no.
i'd rather die.

[interpersonally]

How secure is Alvida's network?

And why, on God's green Earth, would you agree to shoot that tape. Sex tapes are filmed every day without cameramen. WHY Teo's?

@q

[longitudinal]

Yesterday was nice.

I haven't slept that well in months.

[ q, please. ]

[kobes]

ur welcome lmao
i'll add that to my resume
"better than ambien".

[longitudinal]

Definitely better than ambien.

We should do that again. You stay over, wake up together, go about our day ambien or not.

Or at least let me treat you to dinner. If you want.

au psl | embry

[kobes]

[the fucking irony – embry calling alvida the big bad wolf when he’s the one with his mouth against where the inescapable, irrepressible tears have koby’s lashes sticking together, starlike, grazing salt onto the almost-sweet kiss left there. almost-sweet, like the way embry hilts himself over and over, a rolling like the ocean, like a lover, like they aren’t in the middle of a couple dozen people doing the same exact thing. with his eyes teary-shut, koby doesn’t even know they aren’t alone.

because the world’s narrowed by adrenaline, by fear, by the pulse throbbing in his bared throat, beneath the bare, marked-up expanse of his chest. the neat scars bisecting his chest have new bruises, mouths and nails and hands, scattered like braille across the shuddering heave of koby’s body, his stomach, his hips, his spread thighs. he’s conscious that embry’s still mostly clothed, fucking him like a sweetheart while dressed like a man who’s going to be gone as soon as he’s emptied inside the fucked-sore grip of koby’s cunt.

maybe it’s that thought that has koby’s fingers working against nothing where they’re pinned to the couch, has him arching off the sticky-slick fabric, has the grip of his body going tighter, tighter, stomach working as he squeezes around embry’s cock inside him and shudders in a gasp for air. like – he wants to cling on, for a minute, wants the rush of endorphins and euphoria that comes when he’s getting fucked so hard he can’t see straight, but embry’s talking, talking about – ]

N-no… [he’s not sure what it’s “no” to – no, i don’t like her, no, i don’t want to tell her to fuck off because that’s actually impossible you fucking idiot, no, i don’t want you to go, all equally stupid to say, but embry’s hitting just right inside him, his mouth on koby’s when all koby can do is strain up against the grip on his wrists, hard enough to etch bruises in the shape of embry’s hands. so what comes out is still stupid, but at least it’s an answer –] No, I’ve never been to f-fucking D.C...

[but that question lingers, coaxing, smiling, hot, my what big teeth you have, and koby’s pulse is throbbing in his mouth as he chases after embry’s and he laughs and it sounds like a sob.] What the f-fuck are you talking ab-bout?

[hymen]

[ koby does something with his cunt that reminds embry that he is a professional — something. whore seems rather unkind when he’s trying to sweettalk him onto air force one, but it’s really fucking good, and for a moment he doesn’t think about anything but the sweetness of his body, how pretty he is and how perfect he feels, moving in tandem with one another as koby arches against him. embry hasn’t actually had good sex since coming here, since any time he’s managed to steal with ash has been quick and dirty, a fleeting moment on his knees behind a locked door, a bruising kiss over too soon. nothing that satisfied him. it’s been him and his hand and a string of unmemorable encounters since goddamn anora won’t do anything more than snuggle in his bed while he spoons her so he can breathe in the smell of ash’s sweat.

koby unspools a ball of unmet need in him, his mouth moving from his lips to his cheeks, to his jaw, kissing along the damp line of his throat up to the soft space behind his ear. his breath stutters when koby clenches around his dick, releasing one wrist to snap a hand to koby’s hip, a shudder moving through him. ]

Jesus. [ he groans, electricity racing along his spine as liquid pleasure pools right at his core. he tips his forehead to koby’s, rocking his hips in again. ] You know what I’m talking about. You — [ a particularly hard thrust. ] And me — [ another. ] In Washington. And you can buy all the clothes you want.

[ his blue eyes glitter, and he smiles, flushed and sex-soft, his fingers coming up to trace the bow of koby’s lips. ] You think I’d ask just anyone?

[ just anyone is the problem with embry’s life. back in washington, it’ll be back to government assigned shitty dates with just anyone, to keep up appearances, because being glued to his brother’s side while being perpetually single makes people talk. it makes embry miserable, but no one seems to give a fuck about that.

a groan whizzes past his clenched teeth, his muscles tightening. nothing in the world sounds better than blowing his load in koby’s hot little cunt. his breath cascades across koby’s skin, one hand cradling his jaw. ]

I’m gonna come. Christ. [ his eyes clench shut, his thoughts clearing for one blissful moment — but only one, before he’s drawing up and pulling out of koby, letting out a shuddering gasp as he spills across his fingers and onto koby’s stomach, dripping messily as he struggles to control his ragged breath. for a moment he just looks at koby in hazy, disheveled disbelief, his brows pinched in something that could be mistaken as genuine concern. ] You never told me if you needed a condom or not.

[ which, in hindsight, sounds ridiculous to his own ears when he considers the state koby was in when he found him. ]

[kobes]

[god, if koby could hear embry’s inner monologue – call a spade a spade, call a whore a whore, especially when you’ve got your cock buried to the hilt inside one, mister attorney general. it’s not some sweet little doe-eyed hanger-on believer in american justice taking it raw on a couch in front of god, the president and a few dozen of the house’s coked-up hottest residents, and embry should stop fucking koby like it is.

because – there’s a hand grasping, clutching at one hip, a mouth hot and searing and sweet against the sweatslick place where his jaw and neck meet, kissing his pulse, sending it skipping, which is fucking stupid, no matter what pretty lies embry is spinning. he’s not going to take koby anywhere, he’s not even going to remember koby’s name in the morning, much less put him on a plane and spirit him away from everything that’s ugly and hard and hurting. it’s not going to happen, it’s not, it’s not, it’s –]

Fuck. [breathed out, in that space between mouths, forehead-to-forehead, tasting the heat of embry’s stuttered moan, tiptoeing against the line of getting swept away in how he tastes, how he feels, how good he fucks. if he knew about ash, koby’s only comment would be that it’s insane to pass up dick as good as this when it’s offered so freely, brother or not – this is toe-curling, romance novel shit, this is koby reaching not to slide his fingers around where embry plunges inside him, get him off quicker – but up to thumb at the corner of that smile, hesitant, like it’ll smudge when he touches it.]

D-Dunno. [hitchy, big eyes teary still, pooling and welling and dripping onto flushed cheeks, and maybe it’s all an act, but maybe koby means it, maybe embry’s fucked him honest, sweet-talked him vulnerable, and maybe koby will hate him for it in the morning. but for now, he ducks his head, whines a shuddery, keening note when embry cradles his face, lips pressing to the pad of his thumb.] I d-dunno who you’d ask. [or why it’d be me.

the way embry bottoms out, hitches his hips, gives him a clue, and koby almost whimpers when there isn’t that rush of wet heat inside, even though it’s always a pain in the ass, always a mess, usually he’d call it good manners that embry finishes over his shuddery stomach. but for a dizzy, stupid moment he wants it inside, wants, wants–]

God – what? [gulped out, head dropping back against the arm of the couch, panting through the building heat, the insistent need that tells him to drag his fingers through the mess on his stomach and push it back down into the hungry grip of his cunt, get himself off, thumbing around his clit with embry’s cum as lube. the insanity of it doesn’t hit for a moment, and koby’s free hand actually traces through the cooling mess, trailing up towards the scars on his chest. another of those shuddery breaths, then koby shakes his head, actually laughs, absently licking his fingers clean.]

N-No, I don’t – you don’t g-gotta ask that. [he’s heated, he’s sore, he still wants to come too, but he’s not going to ask for that, not while he’s still trying to parse out whether that offer was a heat-of-the-moment bullshit thing or not.] Brought – y’know. Plan B and stuff.