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[kobes]

Yeah? [said on an arched eyebrow, a flash of teeth, amusement at the audible, tangible effect koby’s closeness is having on quentin, the way his cock twitches, clad in too-tight silk.] You’re gonna blame the silk for it? You weren’t, uh – thinking about anything else, were you?

[still standing, koby laughs bright and sharp as quentin’s hands grasp at him, hook in his belt loops, the waist of his calvin kleins that ride up above the loose denim, and he’s popping the button and dragging the zipper down before the sound dies away.] About me coming to get them? That didn’t cause your little situation to get any worse?

[the grin is this side of soft, gentle, tender even, one of koby’s hands reaching out and stroking through the tangled, silky mess of quentin’s hair. it makes something in his chest skip, staccato-quick, at how much smaller he is beneath those roaming, hungry hands, short enough that quentin can sit on the edge of the bed and reach to kiss along the neat, near-invisible scars on koby’s chest. he relaxes more without an audience, with only quentin’s warm hands skimming across his skin, quentin’s voice rumbling against the goosebumps rising up in the wake of his touch.]

Well, I was thinkin’ about taking them off with my teeth, actually. [that grin, the metal stud in koby’s tongue dragging between his parted lips, catching the light and hopefully planting ideas about how good it’d feel to have that tongue dragging up the underside of his dick.] Or maybe have you take them off real nice and slow for me. Gimme a show. [two options, two balancing extremes – koby on his knees or koby calling the shots. letting quentin take control, take the lead, show what kind of guy he is.] What d’you think, Q? Which do you prefer?