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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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.