[ there's an eagerness to koby that is utterly refreshing. there are no egos at play here, no wars of experience or competence, just sweet kisses and the clash of tongues and teeth, of wet heat and desperation. one hand strays from koby's waist, enough to catch the slipping sleeve of the toga, even dare to pull it free altogether, letting it hand lazily to the side before those delicious fingers slide into the messy waves of his hair.

koby comes closer, closer, their bodies pressed flush and warm, his fingers sliding along the soft plane of his ribs, tripping tenderly over the line of one scar, tickling over the dusty nub of a nipple, to come rest at the side of his neck. he groans a little into the kiss when he's lectured again about bathing.

and, well. there's a look of surprise at the little order. ]

Oh. Well, then. I would hate for you to get impatient, for one, and I am a good sailor if there was one. I follow commands very well. Undress?

[ he tilts his head, a little playful, teasing and light, shining in his eyes. he's pleased that koby doesn't move, that he can use his grip on the man to draw him tighter, a hand sliding to the backside of a hip. ]

I have plenty of water. Don't you hear it? [ cheeky, but he can feel the rising heat on his back behind him. ] You could bathe with me. There's room enough for two. I thought you were still worried I had a head injury. [ he dips in, biting softly at koby's lips, then his jaw, up to his ear where he presses a kiss against the shell. ]

Handsome Cadet Navigator of the World of Seas, I am at your command.