[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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... 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.