[ he tips his head up, enough to look into koby's eyes, brows raising in confusion and amusement. yes, koby talks a mile a minute, seems to fret over simple, tiny things and something about it is so wildly opposite his own instincts that it brings him delight to make it all come crashing down to a curious quiet.
he bows his head again, licking a stripe up koby's sternum, between the two scars. ]
And do you always fret when someone wants to do something, offers it? Trust me, Commander, I wouldn't offer to you if I also didn't have something to enjoy out of this. Have you never been spoiled? Even by a stranger?
[ what a pity, really. then he must work harder to insure that this evening is everything and more. out of comradery of course. nothing more. (nothing at all, save for the curious way he wants to come back, wants to indulge, wants to spend more time awake than sleeping after a romp.
his mouth moves again, tongue and lips tracing his scars, swiping hot and wet over one nipple, then moving to the other, letting the cool air get to them after his handiwork. he slides down the bed, mouth along the dip of koby's stomach, until he reaches the edge of the loose towel. he hums, thoughtful, then pouts up at koby. ]
Was all this necessary? [ and he pulls the wrap free. ]
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[ he tips his head up, enough to look into koby's eyes, brows raising in confusion and amusement. yes, koby talks a mile a minute, seems to fret over simple, tiny things and something about it is so wildly opposite his own instincts that it brings him delight to make it all come crashing down to a curious quiet.
he bows his head again, licking a stripe up koby's sternum, between the two scars. ]
And do you always fret when someone wants to do something, offers it? Trust me, Commander, I wouldn't offer to you if I also didn't have something to enjoy out of this. Have you never been spoiled? Even by a stranger?
[ what a pity, really. then he must work harder to insure that this evening is everything and more. out of comradery of course. nothing more. (nothing at all, save for the curious way he wants to come back, wants to indulge, wants to spend more time awake than sleeping after a romp.
his mouth moves again, tongue and lips tracing his scars, swiping hot and wet over one nipple, then moving to the other, letting the cool air get to them after his handiwork. he slides down the bed, mouth along the dip of koby's stomach, until he reaches the edge of the loose towel. he hums, thoughtful, then pouts up at koby. ]
Was all this necessary? [ and he pulls the wrap free. ]