[ quentin relaxes into the newly warmed water, allowing koby to soap up his front, his arms, his hands. it is strangely relaxing, being cared for like this. he tips his head back, sighing softly, all the tension in his body seeping away as his eyes drift shut, enjoying the touch.

he even enjoys the way koby squirms in his lap, the way the velvety walls of koby's cunt squeeze around him from time to time, bringing some blood back to his sensitive and softened prick. he's a simple man, really, and he hums low in his throat, the sound no doubt vibrating through him. ]

Oh, little Handsome Commander, [ he says lazily, eyes opening and watching the way koby traces the lines of his palm. ] Give me time. It's only been a few hours - at least let me believe that until morning. Afterall, you did all the work here.

[ there's a hand that falls to rest low on koby's stomach, and quentin's own hips give a squirm as a reminder, a little grin pulling over his lips. ] When I get you to bed who knows what fumbles you'll experience.

[ it's easier to shield the soft, fleshy thing in his chest, all vulnerable and human. kept behind lock and key, iron bars and the careful cage of bones. ]