[The heat is tangible, especially since Koby's fingers are still lingering on Luffy's face, tracing his jawline, ghosting over his lips. He swallows, throat suddenly dry, suddenly very aware of their current position.]

I -- don't want to be greedy. Or go too fast. [Even though what he really wants is to tear all their clothes off and spend the next five hours in bed.] And I've never -- um. Done anything before.

[Quickly, red-faced:] I-I know how it all works, though. I was on a pirate ship for two years, and nobody cared about privacy there.