[ quentin has been on this side of stripping down for a romp so many times they all start to blend together. different bodies and faces and sizes and places. it's the scars that draw his eye first, the way they perfectly frame koby's chest. he has to refrain from reaching for him as he stands there, watching the other man tentatively shuck the toga to his hips. even like this, quentin thinks there's something ethereal and otherworldly about koby. he's soft in unexpected places, broad in others, and it makes his fingers itch to touch.
what he doesn't expect? the slope of hips, the trail of pink hair to the tidy press of thighs together. it's foolish, really, how his cock twitches at the full sight of him, and how a low hum of approval rumbles from his throat. koby, at least a whole head shorter than him, made up of bone joints and soft sides and the most subtle curves - he's alluring, handsome, unexpected. everything about him - the nerves, the rambling, then combined with the sharp tongue and directives?
he wants to pull sweet koby apart, see what makes him lose track of his words, fumbling.
his body moves of its own accord, approaching koby and gathering his face in between his palms. he bends in to kiss him, hard and hungry and wanting - the intensity altogether different now that he's laid eyes on him. he licks filthily into koby's mouth, one hand falling to reach for his waist and drag him flush again, uncaring that one of his knees slots between his, that his half-dick slides up against the curve of one of those hips.
he kisses him like that until he needs to breathe, nudging their noses together, his voice nothing but a hoarse rasp. ]
I don't think I've met anyone who could surprise me so many times in one night. A medic, a navigator, cartographer, a lover of books, a lover of adventure - a truly Handsome Commander, indeed.
[ he reaches for koby's hand, linking their fingers playfully and giving a soft tug toward the bathtub where he takes one step into the heated water, then another, not releasing his hand the whole while. in fact, he leans in to kiss him again, murmuring against his lips as he pulls away, words nearly a purr: ]
I want to find out if you smell like ink on a summer day. If you taste like the sea. If you make sounds like those tricksy sirens in storybooks. Join me? Please.
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what he doesn't expect? the slope of hips, the trail of pink hair to the tidy press of thighs together. it's foolish, really, how his cock twitches at the full sight of him, and how a low hum of approval rumbles from his throat. koby, at least a whole head shorter than him, made up of bone joints and soft sides and the most subtle curves - he's alluring, handsome, unexpected. everything about him - the nerves, the rambling, then combined with the sharp tongue and directives?
he wants to pull sweet koby apart, see what makes him lose track of his words, fumbling.
his body moves of its own accord, approaching koby and gathering his face in between his palms. he bends in to kiss him, hard and hungry and wanting - the intensity altogether different now that he's laid eyes on him. he licks filthily into koby's mouth, one hand falling to reach for his waist and drag him flush again, uncaring that one of his knees slots between his, that his half-dick slides up against the curve of one of those hips.
he kisses him like that until he needs to breathe, nudging their noses together, his voice nothing but a hoarse rasp. ]
I don't think I've met anyone who could surprise me so many times in one night. A medic, a navigator, cartographer, a lover of books, a lover of adventure - a truly Handsome Commander, indeed.
[ he reaches for koby's hand, linking their fingers playfully and giving a soft tug toward the bathtub where he takes one step into the heated water, then another, not releasing his hand the whole while. in fact, he leans in to kiss him again, murmuring against his lips as he pulls away, words nearly a purr: ]
I want to find out if you smell like ink on a summer day. If you taste like the sea. If you make sounds like those tricksy sirens in storybooks. Join me? Please.