The laugh Koby lets out at the drape of Quentin’s broad, warm body against his back, tucking him easily into the heat radiating from his damp, bare chest is – probably the lightest he’s ever sounded, carefree and happy in an uncomplicated, simple way. He can’t remember the last time he’d trusted feeling happy, found security, safety in the way someone’s arms felt around him, in the rasp of their beard at the crook of his neck and shoulder. “Yes, I want – doooon’t, that tickles, Quentin.” It’s giddy, pitched into a giggle, and Koby squirms away enough to grab a couple of the purple wristbands and one more green, for himself.
“Here, hold still.” He turns around in the protective circle of Quentin’s arms, slipping on his bracelets, one on each wrist, then admiring them for a moment, the vivid color against his still-damp, sunkissed arms. “Give me your hand.” If there’s a touch of heat climbing up the back of Koby’s neck as he slips the bracelet onto Quentin’s wrist – well. He’ll blame it on the sun, the unnaturally hot water, the close proximity of a shirtless man he’s particularly fond of.
The mention of the room gets an eyeroll – though of course Koby’s never opposed to the idea of sneaking away for a little private celebration of their new relationship status. But the sun will be down soon, and he is curious about the maze. “Okay, okay, we’ll dry off on the way to the maze. It shouldn’t be any trouble at all for you.” Grabbing a towel, Koby rises up on his toes to start drying off Quentin’s tousled dark hair, sighing softly, fondly. “And you’ll take a bath before bed so you don’t smell like the water here. I’m worried it’ll turn your hair green or something.”
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“Here, hold still.” He turns around in the protective circle of Quentin’s arms, slipping on his bracelets, one on each wrist, then admiring them for a moment, the vivid color against his still-damp, sunkissed arms. “Give me your hand.” If there’s a touch of heat climbing up the back of Koby’s neck as he slips the bracelet onto Quentin’s wrist – well. He’ll blame it on the sun, the unnaturally hot water, the close proximity of a shirtless man he’s particularly fond of.
The mention of the room gets an eyeroll – though of course Koby’s never opposed to the idea of sneaking away for a little private celebration of their new relationship status. But the sun will be down soon, and he is curious about the maze. “Okay, okay, we’ll dry off on the way to the maze. It shouldn’t be any trouble at all for you.” Grabbing a towel, Koby rises up on his toes to start drying off Quentin’s tousled dark hair, sighing softly, fondly. “And you’ll take a bath before bed so you don’t smell like the water here. I’m worried it’ll turn your hair green or something.”