Your commanding officer sounds like a good man. Clear head.
[ there's a fond smile, because the man sounds about as warm and homey and gruff as his own father had. men like that are good - made up only of seaspray and sunlight, and something in his chest pangs with homesickness, too. but there is no harbor waiting for him where his father will be waiting to scold him.
he comes out of his thoughts as koby's body arches into his mouth, as those fingers cradle the back of his neck. you get me out of my head, quentin, koby says all earnest and gentle and eager and he huffs against his skin. he allows his palms to skirt up koby's sides, rubbing calluses all over his soft skin, sweeping both thumbs over sensitive, damp nipples in lazy circles. ]
Mm. Of course. You won't get the sheets wet. [ there's a devilish grin that he presses into koby's exposed hip, the towel falling away and giving him access to the deep press of his legs. he's pleased that koby relaxes, and quentin presses a kiss to the soft thatch of pink waiting for him. ]
We'll see. Koby? Do what you want. I don't want you to hold back. Ah - what was it your commander said? Act.
[ his hands slide down, down, finding the soft meet oft the man's thighs before he softly pries them apart, and with a tilt of his head forward, he gives one long, lewd lick along his seam, from bottom to top. ]
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[ there's a fond smile, because the man sounds about as warm and homey and gruff as his own father had. men like that are good - made up only of seaspray and sunlight, and something in his chest pangs with homesickness, too. but there is no harbor waiting for him where his father will be waiting to scold him.
he comes out of his thoughts as koby's body arches into his mouth, as those fingers cradle the back of his neck. you get me out of my head, quentin, koby says all earnest and gentle and eager and he huffs against his skin. he allows his palms to skirt up koby's sides, rubbing calluses all over his soft skin, sweeping both thumbs over sensitive, damp nipples in lazy circles. ]
Mm. Of course. You won't get the sheets wet. [ there's a devilish grin that he presses into koby's exposed hip, the towel falling away and giving him access to the deep press of his legs. he's pleased that koby relaxes, and quentin presses a kiss to the soft thatch of pink waiting for him. ]
We'll see. Koby? Do what you want. I don't want you to hold back. Ah - what was it your commander said? Act.
[ his hands slide down, down, finding the soft meet oft the man's thighs before he softly pries them apart, and with a tilt of his head forward, he gives one long, lewd lick along his seam, from bottom to top. ]