The lake? It’s got ducks in it. Ducks are kinda gross. [again, affectedly casual, dismissive – koby likes ducks, actually. he likes most animals, but birds especially. the lake’s been nice to sit by and watch the sun rise after a too-long night, and he’s enjoyed watching the various waterfowl do bird things.

a thought – he’d probably also enjoy watching quentin swim among them, shirtless like he is now, the baby pink silk of the panties soaked and clinging to the supple curve of his perfect olympian ass. koby clears his throat and suddenly quentin is very close, and there’s a hitch in his breath as he looks upwards, doe-eyed, caught off-guard.]

Uh – yeah, they feel good. They’re real silk. [eyes flicking down – silky dick still fucking incredible looking, yup – then back up.] No, definitely not. Maybe on a nude beach, but not in England.

…yeah? [cautious, eyebrows ticking up. the deliberate gentleness of their first meeting had disarmed koby more than he’d even admitted to teo, and he finds now that he’s – unexpectedly soft around quentin. left a little undone, perhaps.] I wasn’t sure if, uh. You know. [a laugh, a flash of that piercing in his tongue.] You were into me or. Whatever.