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[almost shameful, that little touch, the way a couple sooty curls twine around koby's fingers and make him press his lips together hard, ride out the flinch towards smiling, towards being fucking stupid. embry threatens his life and fingers his cunt and both make koby squirm, twitch, a reflex of emptiness -- not that he doubts the threat, no, he's got bruises in the shape of how serious embry is about it, he's gonna feel them when he moves for days.

but it's no big threat when it's as constant as the threat of rain. alvida liked a cinderblock and the deepest parts of bahamas-clear water, liked describing it when koby was sixteen and fifteen and younger, making her money for her on his knees. at least embry'd let him be found.]

Down the road, not across, remember. [murmured, hitchy-breathed, hand shivery where it settles on embry's chest once koby's settled back on his dick. he drums his fingers, thoughtfully, scrunches his nose, looks up through his eyelashes.] Shopping?

[and it lilts a little at the end with that secret shameful hope, then and once embry's finished in koby one more time, nudged him towards the shower to get off the mess, even if that alone can't banish the throb of a well-used cunt. like pressing a familiar bruise, koby presses his knees together and looks out the window with straight-spined curiosity, shifting his hips and glancing over at embry periodically.]

Shopping where? [a reiterated question, no satisfactory answer yet --] "You'll see" doesn't count.