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Is it that bad?

[ he ducks his head to meet koby's eyes, knowing and playful. he'll take the panties as a good sign then and moves away from his dresser, padding up closer to koby. ]

I like the way they feel - and they'd look good in the sun. Maybe even better after I take a swim. Think I could pass them for swimwear?

[ a little closer then. ] Unless you had another place in mind for said riot.

[kobes]

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.

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Oh, I can't swim in these. It will ruin the silk.

[ as if that's the real reason he can't go out in the panties he's absolutely stolen now. but here he is looking down at the curious guy he met in the shower and something about the wide eyes and the softness of his edges draws quentin in. he knows better than to come back again and again. he chooses people he can leave after one fun night, keeping an arms' length between him and things that might hurt.

but here he is, bodying up to koby and looking down at the wide eyes and the laugh and the piercing. it's the laugh, though, that makes something bloom warm in his chest. ]

I took a shower with you. [ a little huff of a sheepish laugh, and then a shake of his head, he reaches to brush one wild lock of pink off of koby's forehead. ]

And I'm wearing your underwear. I wasn't sure if you would come or not. [ he shrugs a bare shoulder, hand dropping to koby's elbow, his hand. ] But yeah, I'm into you. I can show you, if you want.

[kobes]

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?