[ koby works over him, encourages him, their hips crashing together in a slip of water and spend. those callused hands slide over his face, smoothing his hair, everything tender and blooming warm between them. he's beautiful like this - all fucked out and flushed and ethereal, the boy siren come to his stern to whisk him away.
i've got you, koby says and something in quentin snaps, one hard thrust and his whole body goes wire-tight, tense and full of white-hot heat. he cums hard and fast, dick twitching and throbbing as he spills deep into koby, hot and desperately, rolling his hips through the mad rush of he orgasm, murmuring the other man's name into their little kisses, his arms wrapping tightly around him and crushing him to his chest.
close, close, close - they can't get any closer than they are now, with their chests flattened together, his cock in that perfect, weeping cunt, their mouths pressing in frantic breathy kisses. his whole body shudders through the aftershock, and only after a few moments of quiet does he come up for air on a breathy laugh, mouth dragging over koby's cheek, his jaw, his chin, then licking slow and languid into his mouth all over again. ]
You're so good, you know that? So, so good. [ his words are a hazy rambling, some of the learned charm falling away to reveal the man who is nothing but a sailor, a navigator, just a man. ] You taste like the sea.
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i've got you, koby says and something in quentin snaps, one hard thrust and his whole body goes wire-tight, tense and full of white-hot heat. he cums hard and fast, dick twitching and throbbing as he spills deep into koby, hot and desperately, rolling his hips through the mad rush of he orgasm, murmuring the other man's name into their little kisses, his arms wrapping tightly around him and crushing him to his chest.
close, close, close - they can't get any closer than they are now, with their chests flattened together, his cock in that perfect, weeping cunt, their mouths pressing in frantic breathy kisses. his whole body shudders through the aftershock, and only after a few moments of quiet does he come up for air on a breathy laugh, mouth dragging over koby's cheek, his jaw, his chin, then licking slow and languid into his mouth all over again. ]
You're so good, you know that? So, so good. [ his words are a hazy rambling, some of the learned charm falling away to reveal the man who is nothing but a sailor, a navigator, just a man. ] You taste like the sea.