[ oh koby is beautiful when he starts to fall apart, becoming a frantic, desperate thing made up of grinding hips and greedy fingers. he can do nothing but submit to the eager pull, the way he's drawn closer into the sweet nectar of the very petals he could spend hours tasting. he continues to work his tongue into koby, his thumb sliding and adding a little bit of pressure with every movement of the man's hips.
he groans, deep and throat against him, unable to help the way the sounds and the aste of him make his whole body alight with fire. the way his own cock presses hard and leaking all over again against the sheets. he doesn't worry about himself though, instead keeping his tongue busy, his finger working, letting each little wiggle of hips or arching of the back bring him deeper and relentless.
but there's sweet koby again - asking, being so good and quentin barely parts to speak. ]
You've been so good - go on - you make the choices. I need you.
[ and his mouth goes back to work, this time his lips sealing over the quant little button of his clit and sucking hard, flicking his tongue over it and trying to find the very moment when the waves crash so that he may drink up the sweet juice offered him. ]
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he groans, deep and throat against him, unable to help the way the sounds and the aste of him make his whole body alight with fire. the way his own cock presses hard and leaking all over again against the sheets. he doesn't worry about himself though, instead keeping his tongue busy, his finger working, letting each little wiggle of hips or arching of the back bring him deeper and relentless.
but there's sweet koby again - asking, being so good and quentin barely parts to speak. ]
You've been so good - go on - you make the choices. I need you.
[ and his mouth goes back to work, this time his lips sealing over the quant little button of his clit and sucking hard, flicking his tongue over it and trying to find the very moment when the waves crash so that he may drink up the sweet juice offered him. ]