[ the fingers tightening and twisting and pulling in his hair only seek to encourage him and draw out a low, pleased moan, the reverberations of which are only emptied against koby's sensitive skin. he groans with every swipe of his tongue, wanting more, wanting to dive deeper, and humming, pleased, when koby grinds his hips, seeking more, more, more.
the hand sliding over his own is a surprise, one that has him coming up for air to lay eyes upon it, curious, his mouth and the little hairs of his beard glistening in the dim light of the bedroom. he lewdly swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, chasing the taste of koby before he moves back against him, dragging him close and tight so that his face is all but buried between milky thighs.
he flattens his tongue from stem to stern, lapping up all the sweet nectar that weeps from koby's waiting cunt, and instead of enjoying the little swell of nerves, he turns instead to koby's worked and waiting entrance. there's nothing more he can use now to open him, spread him wide and spear him with except for his tongue and very carefully, he does just that - swirling the blunt tip of it against he waiting flex, before he takes a breath and dives in, pressing his tongue hard against his entrance, stroking eagerly in him to taste exactly where they joined before, to taste the spoils of his need betwixt the sweet, summery sensation that koby embodies.
his unbound hand at koby's other hip shifts, just enough to palm his ass beneath his weight. to let his thumb instead skirt between the heat of him, where his slick runs into the towel meant only for bathwater, and allow his thumb to rest over the soft pucker of his ass. no pressing, just the tiniest acknowledgement all over again -
i'm here. stay here. he moves his hand only to slick his fingers against koby's cunt and use it to softly, almost lovingly, press light circles against the ring of muscle while his tongue works him open elsewhere. ]
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the hand sliding over his own is a surprise, one that has him coming up for air to lay eyes upon it, curious, his mouth and the little hairs of his beard glistening in the dim light of the bedroom. he lewdly swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, chasing the taste of koby before he moves back against him, dragging him close and tight so that his face is all but buried between milky thighs.
he flattens his tongue from stem to stern, lapping up all the sweet nectar that weeps from koby's waiting cunt, and instead of enjoying the little swell of nerves, he turns instead to koby's worked and waiting entrance. there's nothing more he can use now to open him, spread him wide and spear him with except for his tongue and very carefully, he does just that - swirling the blunt tip of it against he waiting flex, before he takes a breath and dives in, pressing his tongue hard against his entrance, stroking eagerly in him to taste exactly where they joined before, to taste the spoils of his need betwixt the sweet, summery sensation that koby embodies.
his unbound hand at koby's other hip shifts, just enough to palm his ass beneath his weight. to let his thumb instead skirt between the heat of him, where his slick runs into the towel meant only for bathwater, and allow his thumb to rest over the soft pucker of his ass. no pressing, just the tiniest acknowledgement all over again -
i'm here. stay here. he moves his hand only to slick his fingers against koby's cunt and use it to softly, almost lovingly, press light circles against the ring of muscle while his tongue works him open elsewhere. ]