[Koby makes a sound somewhere between a squeak and a moan at the bite, swatting lightly at Luffy's side and looking serious.] Careful, no marks so high I can't hide them under my uniform. [The other cadets would know he'd gotten marked up by someone, and they might follow him next time. Even as turned on as he is, Koby's thinking strategy. He's not going to put Luffy or his crew at risk just because he's horny.
But he will rise up on his knees, hooking his thumbs under the waist of his own shorts and easing them down, then off. When he settles back in Luffy's lap, it's easy to see (and feel) how turned on he is, the standard Marine-issue underwear soaked through at the front.]
[The swat gets a huff of surprise out of him before he just gives a chuckle. Maybe he likes that serious look, the chiding when it's from Koby. Just a tiny little bit.] Okay! Promise, promise. No marks.
[But that doesn't mean anything about marks lower, right? Something for Koby to look at later-- except someone might see him change still? And he doesn't want to cause him any actual problems.
When Koby rises up to take his own clothes off, Luffy takes the chance to push off his own shorts, kicking them off, even as heat starts to creep up to his cheeks, a flush of arousal going through him when he looks at Koby out of the corner of his eye. He's hard, and it's even more obvious when he's straining against the thin fabric of his underwear.
And if that wasn't obvious, Koby sitting back in his lap like that is enough to draw out something like a surprised squeak all of his own, eyes going weight at the little bit of friction. He looks between their bodies briefly, at the obvious slick spot, and looks back up. This is a lot more real, isn't it? And Luffy is equal parts enthusiastic and maybe a little bit lost. He knows the basics. He knows point A to point B, but not all the finer details.]
Koby-- [He licks his lips and brings his arms back around him, pulling him in closer, nuzzling back into his neck.]
... I didn't think it was possible to want something as bad as I want the one piece, but-- [This is definitely creeping up close second.]
[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?
[There's a grin when he hears that laugh and he's moving up to kiss Koby again. It muffles he soft noise that rises up when Koby moves again. Luffy's fingers flex tighter on him for a moment as pleasure sparks along his nerves. Oh, that's really good.]
No-- [He murmurs, straightening up.] It feels good.
[His hand slides down to Koby's ass, holding on loosely for now. He licks his lips, meeting Koby's eyes with his own.]
Good. [Very satisfied by this peer review of his still-unsure movements. It's a whole lot of instinct and very little actual application of anything Koby's ever seen -- then again, he's only ever seen hasty corner couplings between gross pirates.
Luffy's not gross. He's a pirate, but he's -- the opposite of gross. He's wonderful, in every single way, and he could have anyone here, in his bed, and he's chosen Koby, of all people. It's enough to give anyone nerves.
So, before he spirals into concerns or second thoughts, Koby snakes his hand down between them, taking a steadying breath, then hesitantly brushing his fingers over where Luffy's hard, tracing the shape of him.] This is -- still okay? [Plenty of options to back out, to change his mind, hoping he won't take any of them.]
[He can't think of anyone else he'd want in bed besides Koby. Koby and his pretty smile and his eagerness to do this despite any uncertainty. Luffy likes seeing that -- the boldness, the willingness to step outside his comfort zone just for Luffy tonight.
His breath catches when his hand rubs over him like that, hips twitching forward with a surprised gasp. Oh--
He licks his lips, nodding his head.]
Yeah... Yeah, it is. [He leans in for another kiss as he moves to hook his thumbs in the waistband of the other's underwear, pulling at the fabric.]
Can we take these off? I think-- it'll be easier this way.
Mmmff? [Talking and kissing simultaneously is -- not easy. Koby glances downwards, then nods, laughing a little, rising up on his knees so it's easier for Luffy to ease down that last bit of clothing.] Right, yeah. That's -- smarter. You're very smart.
[Resting his hands on Luffy's shoulders for stability, Koby finally kicks off the underwear, sighing in relief as he settles back in the other's lap. Less damp and uncomfortable now, just warm skin against skin. His hands go right back to teasing under Luffy's underwear too, tugging a little and arching both eyebrows.] This too?
[Once again, Luffy is a little distracted though, looking over Koby now that he's actually entirely bare. It's easy to be distracted by him though... who could blame him?
But the comment gets him huffing out a laugh.]
My hat? [Well--] Okay. You're funny, Koby.
[But he's glad to oblige that, flashing a grin at him.]
You look good on my lap. But I don't know if I can get my underwear off if you don't move.
I like your hat. [A little huffy, defensive, face turning red again -- and it's easy to see that when Koby blushes, it spreads down his neck, over his collarbone to his chest. He might have a thing for the hat, shut up.
Then he blinks a few times, before quickly scooting off Luffy's lap and sitting on his heels, looking expectant. See? Off the lap. So good at following orders.]
[Luffy only grins wider at that protest, watching the flush spread over his skin.] I like my hat too.
[He reaches up to adjust it a little to make sure it stays firmly in place before he reaches down to peel away his underwear, a sigh leaving his lips when his dick springs free from the confines of his underwear.
They're gone and Luffy sits back, elbows propping himself up. It's a little weird, sitting in front of someone else in this state, but if he likes looking at Koby? He figures that has to be very mutual.]
Well, get back on my lap. [He misses that weight already.]
You're very bossy. [But considering it's said through another of those helpless laughs, it's clear Koby doesn't really mean it. If anything, he likes being bossed around, crawling back into Luffy's lap and leaning down to kiss him again.]
You can -- touch too. It doesn't bother me. [Any of Koby's weird self-image issues are more psychological. He's not as concerned about the actual physical parts.]
I just want you touching me again. [He gives a laugh of his own, even though he sounds just a bit breathless. Koby looks so-- good right now. He brings up his hands to cup his face, drawing him down into another kiss before he's moving back to his neck, his hands slipping down to rest against his hip and hold on.]
What have you thought about doing? Or me doing? I want to make sure you get as much as you want tonight.
I can tell. [Koby happily leans in for that kiss, his glasses jostled a bit on his nose. Huffing in mild annoyance, he pushes them up on top of his head, so they're not in the way.
Then, red-faced, red-eared:] Everything. I've thought about -- your hands, your mouth. Your. Everything. [His hands are already straying back, fingers sliding up the length of Luffy's dick, curiously.] Inside.
[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.
[Whatever minute composure Koby had managed to hold onto immediately disappears when Luffy says that. He makes an involuntary, pleading sound in his through, squeezing his thighs together so tight they start trembling.]
That -- y-yeah. That sounds. Really good. Please? [This is followed by his mouth, pressed to Luffy's neck, a touch of teeth. Maybe Koby kinda likes the idea of leaving a mark on the king of the pirates.]
[There's a soft groan when teeth rake over his skin. He doesn't care about marks -- Koby can leave them everywhere he wants. But he's pushing forward to change their positions, nudge his friend on to his back.
Easier to explore this way.]
You don't have to say please. [There's a fond smile.] I would do anything you asked me to do, Koby. Anything you want.
[It just so happens that everything he wants to do seems to be everything Koby wants him to do, it seems. His hand brushes over Koby's side, sliding down.]
[Koby is reluctant to pull away from Luffy, but once he's on his back, his friend leaning over him -- yeah, this is a lot better. It has his heart pounding in his chest, thighs pressing together hard, face as pink as his hair.]
I don't mind. [A little awkwardly, shyly, nudging his glasses up his nose again.] I'm used to asking. And you're...good at giving orders. Like a captain should be.
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But he will rise up on his knees, hooking his thumbs under the waist of his own shorts and easing them down, then off. When he settles back in Luffy's lap, it's easy to see (and feel) how turned on he is, the standard Marine-issue underwear soaked through at the front.]
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[But that doesn't mean anything about marks lower, right? Something for Koby to look at later-- except someone might see him change still? And he doesn't want to cause him any actual problems.
When Koby rises up to take his own clothes off, Luffy takes the chance to push off his own shorts, kicking them off, even as heat starts to creep up to his cheeks, a flush of arousal going through him when he looks at Koby out of the corner of his eye. He's hard, and it's even more obvious when he's straining against the thin fabric of his underwear.
And if that wasn't obvious, Koby sitting back in his lap like that is enough to draw out something like a surprised squeak all of his own, eyes going weight at the little bit of friction. He looks between their bodies briefly, at the obvious slick spot, and looks back up. This is a lot more real, isn't it? And Luffy is equal parts enthusiastic and maybe a little bit lost. He knows the basics. He knows point A to point B, but not all the finer details.]
Koby-- [He licks his lips and brings his arms back around him, pulling him in closer, nuzzling back into his neck.]
... I didn't think it was possible to want something as bad as I want the one piece, but-- [This is definitely creeping up close second.]
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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?
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No-- [He murmurs, straightening up.] It feels good.
[His hand slides down to Koby's ass, holding on loosely for now. He licks his lips, meeting Koby's eyes with his own.]
You feel good, Koby.
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Luffy's not gross. He's a pirate, but he's -- the opposite of gross. He's wonderful, in every single way, and he could have anyone here, in his bed, and he's chosen Koby, of all people. It's enough to give anyone nerves.
So, before he spirals into concerns or second thoughts, Koby snakes his hand down between them, taking a steadying breath, then hesitantly brushing his fingers over where Luffy's hard, tracing the shape of him.] This is -- still okay? [Plenty of options to back out, to change his mind, hoping he won't take any of them.]
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His breath catches when his hand rubs over him like that, hips twitching forward with a surprised gasp. Oh--
He licks his lips, nodding his head.]
Yeah... Yeah, it is. [He leans in for another kiss as he moves to hook his thumbs in the waistband of the other's underwear, pulling at the fabric.]
Can we take these off? I think-- it'll be easier this way.
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[Resting his hands on Luffy's shoulders for stability, Koby finally kicks off the underwear, sighing in relief as he settles back in the other's lap. Less damp and uncomfortable now, just warm skin against skin. His hands go right back to teasing under Luffy's underwear too, tugging a little and arching both eyebrows.] This too?
[A pause.] But not the hat. The hat can stay.
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[Once again, Luffy is a little distracted though, looking over Koby now that he's actually entirely bare. It's easy to be distracted by him though... who could blame him?
But the comment gets him huffing out a laugh.]
My hat? [Well--] Okay. You're funny, Koby.
[But he's glad to oblige that, flashing a grin at him.]
You look good on my lap. But I don't know if I can get my underwear off if you don't move.
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Then he blinks a few times, before quickly scooting off Luffy's lap and sitting on his heels, looking expectant. See? Off the lap. So good at following orders.]
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[He reaches up to adjust it a little to make sure it stays firmly in place before he reaches down to peel away his underwear, a sigh leaving his lips when his dick springs free from the confines of his underwear.
They're gone and Luffy sits back, elbows propping himself up. It's a little weird, sitting in front of someone else in this state, but if he likes looking at Koby? He figures that has to be very mutual.]
Well, get back on my lap. [He misses that weight already.]
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You can -- touch too. It doesn't bother me. [Any of Koby's weird self-image issues are more psychological. He's not as concerned about the actual physical parts.]
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What have you thought about doing? Or me doing? I want to make sure you get as much as you want tonight.
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Then, red-faced, red-eared:] Everything. I've thought about -- your hands, your mouth. Your. Everything. [His hands are already straying back, fingers sliding up the length of Luffy's dick, curiously.] Inside.
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... 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.
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That -- y-yeah. That sounds. Really good. Please? [This is followed by his mouth, pressed to Luffy's neck, a touch of teeth. Maybe Koby kinda likes the idea of leaving a mark on the king of the pirates.]
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Easier to explore this way.]
You don't have to say please. [There's a fond smile.] I would do anything you asked me to do, Koby. Anything you want.
[It just so happens that everything he wants to do seems to be everything Koby wants him to do, it seems. His hand brushes over Koby's side, sliding down.]
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I don't mind. [A little awkwardly, shyly, nudging his glasses up his nose again.] I'm used to asking. And you're...good at giving orders. Like a captain should be.
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Well, in that case... part your legs, Koby. [He gives a playful nip, but he's quick to soothe it over with his tongue.]
I want to taste you everywhere.