[ the sound of koby laughing into the kiss is something he'll mark to make happen again. it's a sweet sound, sweet in a way he's not used to with any lover he takes, and it makes warmth bloom hot in his chest. he doesn't even get a chance to retort, what with the way teeth catch his lip, those nimble fingers toying with a nipple that peaks up at the touch.
it also earns koby an appreciative groan, his eyes fluttering a moment. to be touched tenderly paired with the eager little bite - no less matched with the ache in his bones, well. it's an intoxicating combination. he lets the moment remain fleeting as he settles down into the water with a low hiss, a pleased sound, the warmth already making muscles in his back relax.
he notes the little welling at the corners of koby's eyes behind large, round frames. he'll deal with that soon enough, but he holds onto the man's hand as he steps into the bath, being sure he doesn't slip on the porcelain. sailors are good in water, but things like this? well, he's seen the wrong side of a bathtub himself on a few occasions. ]
You cannot help but worry, can you? I think it's in your bones, the way you fret and fuss. I've no doubt I'll get clean, but no chances I'll stay that way - and as for the exertion? Well, Sweet Commander, it all depends on how you define exertion, doesn't it?
[ not a criticism, no, but amused and light, even as his eyes travel the line of koby's body as he climbs into the bath. it's a good sight - take him to the courts over it! he thinks at first koby might settle on the opposite end of the bath, but makes a surprised, pleased sound as koby settles into his lap. his free arm immediately loops round his waist, dragging him closer in his lap (and invariably across the already hardening cock beneath him). he keeps his hand settled low on his back, fingers stroking the soft skin beneath the water. the other? he keeps their fingers tangled, bringing koby's hand to his lips, brushing little kisses over each knuckle, eyes on koby's face the whole time. ]
Before I kiss you again, [ thoughtful, his mouth traveling along koby's palm, his wrist. ] You don't have to hide your tears. If they're for any reason other than enjoying all of this, I insist you tell me. If you don't, you're leaving me without a compass on wild waters and high winds. I'd much prefer to know I'm pointed north.
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it also earns koby an appreciative groan, his eyes fluttering a moment. to be touched tenderly paired with the eager little bite - no less matched with the ache in his bones, well. it's an intoxicating combination. he lets the moment remain fleeting as he settles down into the water with a low hiss, a pleased sound, the warmth already making muscles in his back relax.
he notes the little welling at the corners of koby's eyes behind large, round frames. he'll deal with that soon enough, but he holds onto the man's hand as he steps into the bath, being sure he doesn't slip on the porcelain. sailors are good in water, but things like this? well, he's seen the wrong side of a bathtub himself on a few occasions. ]
You cannot help but worry, can you? I think it's in your bones, the way you fret and fuss. I've no doubt I'll get clean, but no chances I'll stay that way - and as for the exertion? Well, Sweet Commander, it all depends on how you define exertion, doesn't it?
[ not a criticism, no, but amused and light, even as his eyes travel the line of koby's body as he climbs into the bath. it's a good sight - take him to the courts over it! he thinks at first koby might settle on the opposite end of the bath, but makes a surprised, pleased sound as koby settles into his lap. his free arm immediately loops round his waist, dragging him closer in his lap (and invariably across the already hardening cock beneath him). he keeps his hand settled low on his back, fingers stroking the soft skin beneath the water. the other? he keeps their fingers tangled, bringing koby's hand to his lips, brushing little kisses over each knuckle, eyes on koby's face the whole time. ]
Before I kiss you again, [ thoughtful, his mouth traveling along koby's palm, his wrist. ] You don't have to hide your tears. If they're for any reason other than enjoying all of this, I insist you tell me. If you don't, you're leaving me without a compass on wild waters and high winds. I'd much prefer to know I'm pointed north.