[It’s a funny contradiction, Quentin’s careful deflection, his reassuring that he’s going to be a disappointment eventually, while Koby’s still shivery and slightly light-headed from just how hard he’d come minutes before. He can’t quite tell if it’s part of the act, this carefree, cavalier persona that Quentin fits neatly inside, the handsome, flirtatious playboy that leaves a line of broken hearts in his wake – or if there’s a part of it that rings true. Koby knows all about self-deprecation, about the loathing that crawls beneath your skin, highlights all your faults, all your failures like ink bleeding onto paper. He knows what it feels like to hate yourself.
It’s too soon to tell if that’s part of what Quentin feels, if the sidesteps and drawling words are genuine, or if that soft look he gets when he closes his eyes, the way he relaxes into the careful, meticulous touch is the truth instead. It’s a puzzle, still – but Koby does love those.
So he rolls his eyes fondly, lets Quentin put up his guard, deflect with that grin and the wiggle of his hips, prompting a soft, low gasp at the spark of oversensitivity, at the realization that Koby is very much ready to just – go again, a second round, a third, a fourth. He actually glances over towards his bedroom, the open door, the steam from the bath swirling out and no doubt making the entire suite foggy and heated. But then – no, he has a task to do, and with a deliberate squeeze around Quentin’s cock, once more, Koby slowly rises up on his knees, unable to resist the soft whine of loss.]
B-Back first. [Insistent, firm, like he doesn’t immediately want to sink back down, like there isn’t a near-unbearable emptiness as soon as Quentin’s softened length slides free. Koby shivers, bites at the corner of his mouth, resisting the urge (barely, just barely) and leaning back against the opposite side of the tub, just out of Quentin’s reach. The water is still warm, still nearly scalding, but he still hunches his shoulders against the chill that comes from not being in Quentin’s lap anymore, preoccupying himself with rinsing out the washcloth and soaping it up again.] Turn around, let me get your hair clean too. [Making Quentin do all the work, because he’s too busy pressing his thighs together, resisting the fervent impulse to reach down, to press his fingers up inside his cunt and chase that delicious feeling of fullness again. Maybe later.]
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It’s too soon to tell if that’s part of what Quentin feels, if the sidesteps and drawling words are genuine, or if that soft look he gets when he closes his eyes, the way he relaxes into the careful, meticulous touch is the truth instead. It’s a puzzle, still – but Koby does love those.
So he rolls his eyes fondly, lets Quentin put up his guard, deflect with that grin and the wiggle of his hips, prompting a soft, low gasp at the spark of oversensitivity, at the realization that Koby is very much ready to just – go again, a second round, a third, a fourth. He actually glances over towards his bedroom, the open door, the steam from the bath swirling out and no doubt making the entire suite foggy and heated. But then – no, he has a task to do, and with a deliberate squeeze around Quentin’s cock, once more, Koby slowly rises up on his knees, unable to resist the soft whine of loss.]
B-Back first. [Insistent, firm, like he doesn’t immediately want to sink back down, like there isn’t a near-unbearable emptiness as soon as Quentin’s softened length slides free. Koby shivers, bites at the corner of his mouth, resisting the urge (barely, just barely) and leaning back against the opposite side of the tub, just out of Quentin’s reach. The water is still warm, still nearly scalding, but he still hunches his shoulders against the chill that comes from not being in Quentin’s lap anymore, preoccupying himself with rinsing out the washcloth and soaping it up again.] Turn around, let me get your hair clean too. [Making Quentin do all the work, because he’s too busy pressing his thighs together, resisting the fervent impulse to reach down, to press his fingers up inside his cunt and chase that delicious feeling of fullness again. Maybe later.]