Tell me the ways that crying is stupid, and then I will tell you the many ways it is not.
[ quentin seems serious for a moment, brow pinching as he looks up into koby's face, kissing along his forearm now, to the crook of his elbow where he decidedly swipes his tongue, tasting sweat and dirt and sun. it's impossible, however, to ignore the subtle movements in the other's hips, the water making the slide easier but changes very little for the friction.
he hums, smiling against koby's skin, biting softly at the swell of a bicep. the hand at koby's back moves as those thighs spread around him, fingers trailing down to the soft muscle of his ass, gripping one and kneading it in his callused palm, then down to grip the underside of his thigh.
he leans forward enough that his mouth follows the line of koby's arm, his shoulder, to his neck, and its there he moans low against his skin, huffing an airy little laugh after. ]
You've been distracting me for longer than you think. [ the press of koby's ass against his waking dick is delicious and the burst of confidence amid the nerves? it makes him feel wildly warm, his cock thickening, lining up so perfectly against the cleft of his pert ass. ] I'm not in so much pain that I can't enjoy you and this bath. So my order to you this evening? [ he tips his head back, keeping one hand on koby's thigh and the other falling to his ass, dragging him back forward over his aching cock, applying presser for him as he gently rolls his hips up to meet his body. ]
Don't worry about me or the pain, and I'll vow to tell you if it's too much. I very much want you right now, and it is worth any minor ailment.
[ then and only then does his mouth slide down to his collar bone, thankful suddenly that koby is in his lap as it makes it all too easy for his tongue to swipe the nipple he'd teased earlier, swirling the flat of it over the nub, coaxing. there might even be the softest graze of teeth, too. ] Are the terms agreeable, Sweet Commander?
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[ quentin seems serious for a moment, brow pinching as he looks up into koby's face, kissing along his forearm now, to the crook of his elbow where he decidedly swipes his tongue, tasting sweat and dirt and sun. it's impossible, however, to ignore the subtle movements in the other's hips, the water making the slide easier but changes very little for the friction.
he hums, smiling against koby's skin, biting softly at the swell of a bicep. the hand at koby's back moves as those thighs spread around him, fingers trailing down to the soft muscle of his ass, gripping one and kneading it in his callused palm, then down to grip the underside of his thigh.
he leans forward enough that his mouth follows the line of koby's arm, his shoulder, to his neck, and its there he moans low against his skin, huffing an airy little laugh after. ]
You've been distracting me for longer than you think. [ the press of koby's ass against his waking dick is delicious and the burst of confidence amid the nerves? it makes him feel wildly warm, his cock thickening, lining up so perfectly against the cleft of his pert ass. ] I'm not in so much pain that I can't enjoy you and this bath. So my order to you this evening? [ he tips his head back, keeping one hand on koby's thigh and the other falling to his ass, dragging him back forward over his aching cock, applying presser for him as he gently rolls his hips up to meet his body. ]
Don't worry about me or the pain, and I'll vow to tell you if it's too much. I very much want you right now, and it is worth any minor ailment.
[ then and only then does his mouth slide down to his collar bone, thankful suddenly that koby is in his lap as it makes it all too easy for his tongue to swipe the nipple he'd teased earlier, swirling the flat of it over the nub, coaxing. there might even be the softest graze of teeth, too. ] Are the terms agreeable, Sweet Commander?