[He lets out a soft laugh at the way Koby's glasses sit askew on his face before he pushes them up higher. It's cute.

... And so's the red-faced look, even if the flush of arousal that goes through him is enough to leave him momentarily speechless as he thinks about-- all of that.

It doesn't help that Koby is touching him like that. He can't help the way his hips twitch forward or his breath catches in his throat.]

Inside.

[Oh. Well-- naturally, right? He'd think about that. And Luffy is thinking about it now too, along with everything else.]

I want my mouth on you... first, I think. I want to think about how you taste until the next time we run into each other.