[ quentin hums when koby squeezes around him again, delicious and tempting, his cock already going hot inside him, warming up yet again and beginning to harden. but before he can truly enjoy the feeling koby is up on his knees again, and out of reflex, quentin reaches for the small of his waist, steadying him. he misses he easy weight of the man in his lap already. ]

You're hardly any fun.

[ but there's a softness to his smile as he shifts in the water, careful not to bump koby, turning slowly, presenting his back to him. he's well muscled, years of pulling ropes and climbing and ship work to finely craft the curves of is back and shoulders. there are a few bruises blooming up from the fight, but no cuts - just dirt, sweat, and likely the blood of an opponent.

looking over his shoulder, head tipping up at koby, his eyes wander to his mouth. ]

So you must kiss me for my efforts. I am injured, remember.

[ it's all playful, but the longer he's sat there's a clear bruise rising under the skin of his side where he'd been in pain earlier. give it time and he'll be delightfully black and blue come morning. ]

And when you're finished with me, Commander, I will see to it you're clean and washed up. I would be a terrible guest if I didn't.