You did take a shower with me. [koby nods, lips pursed in a serious, thoughtful look, hiding the flash of a grin that threatens to break out. something about quentin looming there is disarming – not out of intimidation, something koby knows well, but out of softness, warmth.
the thought is dangerous, risky, and koby shoves it away with an effort, though he doesn’t move away from the hand brushing his hair away. in fact, he tilts into it, surrenders to the smile and letting it reach his eyes, turning his cheeks a deeper pink.] You were a real gentleman the whole time, too.
[I wasn’t expecting that.
quentin’s hand slipping down his arm meets koby’s easily, fingers lacing together, palm to palm, and this time when those big, bright blue eyes skip downwards, it’s deliberate, lingering. well – why not? quentin’s gorgeous, eager, (sweet) and koby’s got nowhere to be for a while. he doesn’t have alvida breathing over his shoulder, telling him to get to work, to focus.
so he reaches out with his free hand, skates the callused fingertips up over the muscled length of quentin’s stomach.] Show me? Show me how?
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the thought is dangerous, risky, and koby shoves it away with an effort, though he doesn’t move away from the hand brushing his hair away. in fact, he tilts into it, surrenders to the smile and letting it reach his eyes, turning his cheeks a deeper pink.] You were a real gentleman the whole time, too.
[I wasn’t expecting that.
quentin’s hand slipping down his arm meets koby’s easily, fingers lacing together, palm to palm, and this time when those big, bright blue eyes skip downwards, it’s deliberate, lingering. well – why not? quentin’s gorgeous, eager, (sweet) and koby’s got nowhere to be for a while. he doesn’t have alvida breathing over his shoulder, telling him to get to work, to focus.
so he reaches out with his free hand, skates the callused fingertips up over the muscled length of quentin’s stomach.] Show me? Show me how?