Well, I'm flattered. A man does like to be wanted, doesn't he?
[ the stammering, the red face, the stumbling over himself - quentin had been a boy like at once, bright-eyed and new to a world of so many open doors. that's what sailing had felt like at every turn - one new port, one new world, and the sea at his back. he tracks koby's eyes, monitors the little bite of his lip - he's envious it's not him biting that lip instead - and opens his mouth to speak until hands frame his face, delicate and tender, pushing dirty hair out of his face.
quentin isn't stunned often, isn't brought to quiet surprise if ever, but in this moment he blinks up at the other navigator with a quiet sort of wonder. maybe, he thinks, he's just weak to humane affection, weak to the idea of softness and drawn in like flowers to the sun. but no. his skin lights up electric, white-hot under koby's fingers. he'd be a fool if he didn't reach for the dip of koby's waist, both hands tugging him closer between the vee of his thighs. ]
I think I'd like to stay, Handsome Commander Cadet. If you'll have... ah, what was it, this Dehydrated Warrior for a night? Though no promises I'll be able to move in the morning.
[ there's something devilish in the caveat, in the way he gently guides koby closer. he tilts his face into the other man's touch, daring to turn a kiss in against the soft inside of his wrist. ]
I should bathe before you kiss me again. Which, I'd very much like you to kiss me again. [ another kiss, this time further up on his arm, all the way to the fabric fallen from koby's shoulder. ]
It's a very good thing I'm impatient. [ he leans up, just enough to kiss koby againt, one hand raising to his face, the back of his neck, urging him closer until their bodies are flush and he is kissing him hard and hungry, matching koby's energy from before. ]
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[ the stammering, the red face, the stumbling over himself - quentin had been a boy like at once, bright-eyed and new to a world of so many open doors. that's what sailing had felt like at every turn - one new port, one new world, and the sea at his back. he tracks koby's eyes, monitors the little bite of his lip - he's envious it's not him biting that lip instead - and opens his mouth to speak until hands frame his face, delicate and tender, pushing dirty hair out of his face.
quentin isn't stunned often, isn't brought to quiet surprise if ever, but in this moment he blinks up at the other navigator with a quiet sort of wonder. maybe, he thinks, he's just weak to humane affection, weak to the idea of softness and drawn in like flowers to the sun. but no. his skin lights up electric, white-hot under koby's fingers. he'd be a fool if he didn't reach for the dip of koby's waist, both hands tugging him closer between the vee of his thighs. ]
I think I'd like to stay, Handsome Commander Cadet. If you'll have... ah, what was it, this Dehydrated Warrior for a night? Though no promises I'll be able to move in the morning.
[ there's something devilish in the caveat, in the way he gently guides koby closer. he tilts his face into the other man's touch, daring to turn a kiss in against the soft inside of his wrist. ]
I should bathe before you kiss me again. Which, I'd very much like you to kiss me again. [ another kiss, this time further up on his arm, all the way to the fabric fallen from koby's shoulder. ]
It's a very good thing I'm impatient. [ he leans up, just enough to kiss koby againt, one hand raising to his face, the back of his neck, urging him closer until their bodies are flush and he is kissing him hard and hungry, matching koby's energy from before. ]