[ of course, he could concede and give koby everything he wants and more. of course he would be more than happy to simply make the alignment and drive his cock deep up into him, fucking up from the base of the tub until koby fell apart all around him. but that's not the fun in this, is it? he wants to take his time, enjoy koby while also giving him what he wants as well. a fine line.

he keeps his palm where it is, back of it being ground down against his own aching prick while his palm, upward, applies some pressure with every roll of the other man's hips. he lets the length of his middle finger slide into the heat of his cunt as he grinds down, each movement drawing his finger deeper and he turns his head, kissing koby's neck, his free hand sliding to koby's ass, encouraging his little grinds, bearing more weight down. ]

I believe you can do it. [ he whispers low in his ear, nosing into the soft pink hair at his temples. ] But if you can't, then don't hold back. Let me try and work you open, get you ready, but I promise I'll give you what you want. Can't deny it's everything I want, too.

[ because the divine heat of koby around his finger is already overwhelming, the smell of sweat and whatever soap he uses - light and fresh and sunbaked. he licks softly at the shell of his ear once, his own moan dropping against he soft skin as he adds a second finger, not quite fucking into him but letting koby's motions ground down on him. ]

You feel so good, you know that? [ there's a huff, his voice hoarse with want, mouthing the words on his jaw. ]