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[it’d probably be easier if embry didn’t have a fucking godtier cock and mouth like an angel and didn’t move like sin and kiss and kiss and kiss. koby would be able to keep his head, able to detach himself from the act of getting fucked so good it aches, fucked like he didn’t know was allowed for someone like him. it'd make it easier for him to lie and say this wasn't everything he's ever wanted.

cause there’s silk under his back and designer shampoo scenting his hair and the attorney general of the united states is gorgeous and hungry and satiating himself with the eager spread of koby’s legs, the shuddering grip of his cunt, filled so right, toe-curling goddamn romance novel kinda good. he doesn’t have to, doesn’t need to, embry’s not going to stop fucking him now unless he’s the literal devil, but koby’s not a pillow princess on principle, damn it, and if he’s getting good dick, he’s giving good pussy in return, so he arches his hips and works against embry’s deep, thick, raw thrusts and squeezes tight and throbbing around his perfect cock to make his breath shudder and stutter, to undo him.

and embry says no and he doesn’t get to see this, and it’s not an act how koby’s whole body shudders, how his hazy eyes go bright, raw, snapped open like he’d been back at the party, embry threatening to call alvida. and he still could, he could change his mind, send koby away, back, abandon him once he’s bored and – he will, he will, hisses the darkest, most aching parts of him. koby surrenders the most vulnerable core of himself and it’ll end up shattered, because that’s what happens to boys like him.

but now – now embry’s kissing him greedy and messy, now embry’s grabbing his jaw, fingers slick from koby’s own cunt, lifting his face and there’s no hiding, no escaping, and i’ll always remember sears like a brand and koby doesn’t look away, doesn’t try to escape, surrenders, surrenders as long as he can, one hand clutching embry’s shirt, the other sinking into his hair, and he’s gone, gone, gone. he’s nothing but need, but want, but satisfaction found in embry moore staking his claim and looking him in the eyes like he matters.]

Okay. [soft, nearly tender, told he’ll be flayed open and seen completely and not caring, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of embry’s neck, like there’s a risk he’ll look away. the hand slips to his throat and koby’s sky-blue eyes go hazy, heavy-lidded, arching up to press the pulse, the gasp, the breath of him into embry’s grasp and he squeezes and for me and there isn’t a thing koby wouldn’t, right then, anything, anything, and he’ll hate himself for it in the morning, but right then he comes undone, comes apart, comes on embry’s cock with a choked-off, pleading, sobbing sound that’s almost his name.

and it’s – good, god, it’s good, but it’s almost over which means – and koby’s knees hook over embry’s hips and his grip tightens and he’s shuddering and shivering and soaking embry’s cock, and all he can think is – don’t go, not yet, not yet. and it doesn’t come out like that, but the hand in embry’s hair moves, clumsy-soft against his neck, curling there in a silent, clutching gesture that koby scarcely realizes he’s doing. stay stay stay it pleads, silent, desperate.]