[quentin reaches out, grabs him, pulls him close, and koby’s eager for the press of their mouths together, because he finds himself grinning, a flash of teeth at the way he’s so easily swept up, because it feels – good, it’s good, it’s easy and familiar like they’ve done it a million times i̸̤͕͌̆ş̸̟̏́ń̷̬̝̀'̷͎̂̒t̵̰̰͂͆ ̵̨̈́̇t̴̳̓̇h̶͉̳̎̆a̷̠͎̾̓t̷͉̉ ̷̭́͝ṣ̸̞̈t̷̻͑r̴̲͍̓a̷̙̅ń̶̖̚͜ğ̵̬e̶̥̗͗.̵͕̱̏͠.̷̫͙͑.̴̹̬͋
but the thought doesn’t linger, not when the nearly-bare heat of quentin’s body is sealed to his own, an invitation for koby’s hands to trace over the contour of muscles he’d seen soaked and gleaming, before, but hadn’t touched. he strokes his hands down the muscled swimmer’s back, smiles against his mouth as it travels away.] Yeah? Wish you would’ve.
[easy, husky and heated, head tilting to one side to bare the line of his throat as they stumble back towards the bed.] Least you were brave enough this time, though, huh?
[hands lower, lower, finding the silk clinging to quentin’s ass, squeezing. koby pauses close to the bed, steps back, enough to pull his shirt off over his head, toss it over a shoulder.] S’all good. We can make up for lost time, yeah?
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but the thought doesn’t linger, not when the nearly-bare heat of quentin’s body is sealed to his own, an invitation for koby’s hands to trace over the contour of muscles he’d seen soaked and gleaming, before, but hadn’t touched. he strokes his hands down the muscled swimmer’s back, smiles against his mouth as it travels away.] Yeah? Wish you would’ve.
[easy, husky and heated, head tilting to one side to bare the line of his throat as they stumble back towards the bed.] Least you were brave enough this time, though, huh?
[hands lower, lower, finding the silk clinging to quentin’s ass, squeezing. koby pauses close to the bed, steps back, enough to pull his shirt off over his head, toss it over a shoulder.] S’all good. We can make up for lost time, yeah?