[Koby tends to enjoy most of the things Luffy says -- even when they're baffling or wildly out-there or reckless. But apparently he also enjoys it when Luffy isn't saying anything, just making soft, pleased sounds, low in his throat. Koby likes that very much.
He shifts forward, knees bracketing Luffy's hips, chest pressed to his, hands coming up to cradle his face. There's the urge to slide them into Luffy's hair, but the hat is still in place, and Koby knows to respect the hat. Also he sort of likes it there.
Kissing with tongues involved always seemed a little bit inconvenient and strange, but apparently that's something else Koby is learning about himself -- that he likes it, likes parting his lips and curling his tongue out to meet Luffy's, tasting him, feeling him in a way that's dizzying and intimate and new. He likes that a lot, heart pounding so wildly he's a little worried he'll pass out or something embarrassing like that.]
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He shifts forward, knees bracketing Luffy's hips, chest pressed to his, hands coming up to cradle his face. There's the urge to slide them into Luffy's hair, but the hat is still in place, and Koby knows to respect the hat. Also he sort of likes it there.
Kissing with tongues involved always seemed a little bit inconvenient and strange, but apparently that's something else Koby is learning about himself -- that he likes it, likes parting his lips and curling his tongue out to meet Luffy's, tasting him, feeling him in a way that's dizzying and intimate and new. He likes that a lot, heart pounding so wildly he's a little worried he'll pass out or something embarrassing like that.]