[ who else could know the way his soul years to be sailing on a sea than this person in this moment? thank koby with his gentle, callused hands and bright, eager eyes. the bath water has gone lukewarm but he doesn't care - used to the frigid swims in early mornings or the dead of winter. anything to feel the spray of seafoam on his back and teh wind over his skin.
he comes down from the absolute high of his orgasm and sighs, molten and pliable and grinning like a cat who has spilled the cream and drank it up in one go. ] Not hurting at all.
[ well. his cock is sensitive, still buried and going soft inside of koby but he doesn't make any notion to move. the only move he makes his raising one leg which invariably bumps koby a tiny bit, so he can nudge the hot water back on with his toes. they've splashed enough out that top-off won't hurt. he leans back like he's told, which just gives him a better view of koby's body splayed atop his lap. and he admires the look of him, sweaty and damp, hair curling at the ends and body flushed with little traces of his own mouth. the puffy nipples, the scars, the flat plane of his belly and well, yes. where they're joined beneath the water.
his palms slide up, ghosting patterns along koby's sides, down to his thighs where he traces little shapes into his skin. ]
All that and you're warning me on falling asleep? Washing my hair?
[ he laughs brightly, reaching for the hand touching the clotted cut on his brow and dragging it to his mouth, kissing his palm softly. ]
Go on then, sweet little Commander, I won't stop you. I don't think I could if I tried and I'd much rather not garner your wrath. Are you a vengeful sea siren? Do you sing your worrisome little songs to spite my stubbornness?
[ it's a wash cloth and soap he steals from koby's hand, lathering the fabric with the sage smelling bar. if koby doesn't hurry up, quentin's going to start either bathing himself or bathing koby. maybe both. ]
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he comes down from the absolute high of his orgasm and sighs, molten and pliable and grinning like a cat who has spilled the cream and drank it up in one go. ] Not hurting at all.
[ well. his cock is sensitive, still buried and going soft inside of koby but he doesn't make any notion to move. the only move he makes his raising one leg which invariably bumps koby a tiny bit, so he can nudge the hot water back on with his toes. they've splashed enough out that top-off won't hurt. he leans back like he's told, which just gives him a better view of koby's body splayed atop his lap. and he admires the look of him, sweaty and damp, hair curling at the ends and body flushed with little traces of his own mouth. the puffy nipples, the scars, the flat plane of his belly and well, yes. where they're joined beneath the water.
his palms slide up, ghosting patterns along koby's sides, down to his thighs where he traces little shapes into his skin. ]
All that and you're warning me on falling asleep? Washing my hair?
[ he laughs brightly, reaching for the hand touching the clotted cut on his brow and dragging it to his mouth, kissing his palm softly. ]
Go on then, sweet little Commander, I won't stop you. I don't think I could if I tried and I'd much rather not garner your wrath. Are you a vengeful sea siren? Do you sing your worrisome little songs to spite my stubbornness?
[ it's a wash cloth and soap he steals from koby's hand, lathering the fabric with the sage smelling bar. if koby doesn't hurry up, quentin's going to start either bathing himself or bathing koby. maybe both. ]