[ koby draws in closer, their bodies slotting together with ease. he can feel the other’s heart beating, the heat of him, the fervent press of hipbone to hipbone. he’d be lying if he said the blood coursing through his body wasn’t already heading south, stirring and heated. it’s intoxicating, really, the way koby fits himself perfectly against his body, the growing confidence making it more enticing.
it’s the lips against his ear, the soft whisper, that has white-hot heat traveling down his spine. that makes his skin prickle with electricity, elicits a low, amused hum that’s precariously close to a moan. how funny it is to offer power to the person he’s bedding down with, but have it be shared between them like this.
oh, koby has his full attention - the impatience, the pretty flush on his cheeks. it’s tempting to disobey, to chase after kisses and have his hands wander his smaller frame. but no, he leans back, eyes meeting koby’s and a lazy grin pulls across his lips. like a cat who has gotten into the cream, who knows very well that though he’s given this offer of power? he is very much at the captain’s wheel, still.
he regrets koby’s departure - the heat of him already leaving his chest cold. he rises from the edge of the tub, ignoring the pull of pain in his side, in the tired muscles of his body. he’ll feel it tomorrow, surely, but he doesn’t think he’ll regret it. ]
Mm, as you wish. I hate to keep you waiting, but it gives me longer to look and admire my commander, does it not?
[ even as he begins to undo the button on his trousers, he lets his gaze rove over the man, hungry and wanting but appreciative all the same. the trousers fall to the ground, then, revealing dark briefs that outline the hard muscle of his thighs, from years of climbing perches and ships. he takes his time with his undergarments, peeling the waistband away from his sweaty, sticky body. he has no shame though, and it shows in the way he easily pulls them free, half-hard cock springing from the fabric, a dusting of dark hair from its base and trailing up to this chest.
he has a few scars and adornments, of course - an old, jagged thing over his right thigh, a few old marks along one hip, but the only one self inflicted? the the straight, silver bar through his left nipple. ]
Pleased?
[ the amused tone in his voice reeks of a confidence to know he doesn’t need to ask. ]
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it’s the lips against his ear, the soft whisper, that has white-hot heat traveling down his spine. that makes his skin prickle with electricity, elicits a low, amused hum that’s precariously close to a moan. how funny it is to offer power to the person he’s bedding down with, but have it be shared between them like this.
oh, koby has his full attention - the impatience, the pretty flush on his cheeks. it’s tempting to disobey, to chase after kisses and have his hands wander his smaller frame. but no, he leans back, eyes meeting koby’s and a lazy grin pulls across his lips. like a cat who has gotten into the cream, who knows very well that though he’s given this offer of power? he is very much at the captain’s wheel, still.
he regrets koby’s departure - the heat of him already leaving his chest cold. he rises from the edge of the tub, ignoring the pull of pain in his side, in the tired muscles of his body. he’ll feel it tomorrow, surely, but he doesn’t think he’ll regret it. ]
Mm, as you wish. I hate to keep you waiting, but it gives me longer to look and admire my commander, does it not?
[ even as he begins to undo the button on his trousers, he lets his gaze rove over the man, hungry and wanting but appreciative all the same. the trousers fall to the ground, then, revealing dark briefs that outline the hard muscle of his thighs, from years of climbing perches and ships. he takes his time with his undergarments, peeling the waistband away from his sweaty, sticky body. he has no shame though, and it shows in the way he easily pulls them free, half-hard cock springing from the fabric, a dusting of dark hair from its base and trailing up to this chest.
he has a few scars and adornments, of course - an old, jagged thing over his right thigh, a few old marks along one hip, but the only one self inflicted? the the straight, silver bar through his left nipple. ]
Pleased?
[ the amused tone in his voice reeks of a confidence to know he doesn’t need to ask. ]