[Marks out of sight...wouldn't be the worst thing ever. That's about as far as Koby's thought about it, because anything more makes him feel like he's going to melt to pieces. But he definitely doesn't move away from Luffy's lips against his neck -- if anything he arches forward.
The comment gets a soft, genuine laugh, Koby's hands sliding up Luffy's back to toy with his hair.] Coming from you, I know what a big compliment that is. [That he's anywhere in the same ballpark as Luffy's lifelong dream is -- a lot. A lot.
Experimentally, Koby rocks his hips forward again, this time without all the layers of clothes between them, letting out a shaky breath at how good it feels.] Is this okay? [It's soft, whispered, followed by another gentle roll of his hips.] It's not -- too much?
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The comment gets a soft, genuine laugh, Koby's hands sliding up Luffy's back to toy with his hair.] Coming from you, I know what a big compliment that is. [That he's anywhere in the same ballpark as Luffy's lifelong dream is -- a lot. A lot.
Experimentally, Koby rocks his hips forward again, this time without all the layers of clothes between them, letting out a shaky breath at how good it feels.] Is this okay? [It's soft, whispered, followed by another gentle roll of his hips.] It's not -- too much?