[It's anyone's guess what Quentin does or doesn't say, because again -- Koby's somewhere among the stars, caught up in the whipping waves of yes and harder and more, stirred into a needy sobbing mess by the thrust of Quentin's body against his, the plunge of his cock deep, deep, deep, again and again. When he stills, when he comes, when he releases, Koby laughs into his mouth, kisses him messy and clumsy, comes with him, maybe -- it's all so good, it's a frenetic, blissful mess, his thighs shivering and twitching, his chest heaving, his cunt pulsing around Quentin buried inside him.
And he stays, he stays, and Koby could die right then, could have nothing after that moment, just the wet heat of Quentin's still-twitching cock inside him, lazily milked with each shuddering orgasmic clench. He finds his way to the messy braid, teases his fingers into the loosened plaits, lets his legs relax on either side of Quentin's hips and lets out a shuddery sigh.] Y-Yeah? [Another shiver, electric-hot aftershocks, the oversensitivity warring with Koby's fervent desire to never let Quentin leave his cunt again.] Yeah. That...yeah.
[A slight press of his hand to the back of Quentin's neck, tugging him down to rest his head over Koby's still-racing heart. Silently -- stay, please stay, even as heartbeat and breath start to slip back towards normal. Koby wants to sleep, suddenly, wants to close his eyes and surrender to the heated, syrupy afterglow.] Perfect. [He repeats it, head tilted back, eyes slipping closed, pulse throbbing in his throat.]
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And he stays, he stays, and Koby could die right then, could have nothing after that moment, just the wet heat of Quentin's still-twitching cock inside him, lazily milked with each shuddering orgasmic clench. He finds his way to the messy braid, teases his fingers into the loosened plaits, lets his legs relax on either side of Quentin's hips and lets out a shuddery sigh.] Y-Yeah? [Another shiver, electric-hot aftershocks, the oversensitivity warring with Koby's fervent desire to never let Quentin leave his cunt again.] Yeah. That...yeah.
[A slight press of his hand to the back of Quentin's neck, tugging him down to rest his head over Koby's still-racing heart. Silently -- stay, please stay, even as heartbeat and breath start to slip back towards normal. Koby wants to sleep, suddenly, wants to close his eyes and surrender to the heated, syrupy afterglow.] Perfect. [He repeats it, head tilted back, eyes slipping closed, pulse throbbing in his throat.]