[His fingers flex a little where they sit on Koby, fingertips pressing in as their tongues meet and mingle, as he tastes him properly... That's a taste he's never going to forget and a feeling he isn't either. It's-- different. Slick and warm. It makes him want more. Even if that's sort of a nebulous concept at the moment.
So there's just another hungry little noise that leaves him as his hands creep and tug at the undershirt Koby is still wearing, trying to get underneath it.
He can't help but just want to touch and feel more, see what reactions he can draw from Koby, memorize him until whenever they do this again.
Hopefully Koby will want to do this again, anyway. Luffy can't imagine himself not being interested when it's already so good.]
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So there's just another hungry little noise that leaves him as his hands creep and tug at the undershirt Koby is still wearing, trying to get underneath it.
He can't help but just want to touch and feel more, see what reactions he can draw from Koby, memorize him until whenever they do this again.
Hopefully Koby will want to do this again, anyway. Luffy can't imagine himself not being interested when it's already so good.]