[will touches him, hand skating up the shivery inside of his thigh, warm and firm against the bare skin, the ragged hem of cut-off denim – and any brattiness left inside koby melts away, because will’s one of the few men who knew exactly what to do from the very beginning. he’s learned koby’s body by now, knows the perfect amount of pressure to give against the seam of the shorts, knows what’ll make that shaky breath pitch up into a keening, pleading sound instead, but he’d never hesitated, never been weird or hesitant about touching.
maybe that should’ve been a red flag, yeah, but koby doesn’t see those anymore – things happen and if he should be anxious or concerned, it doesn’t register. it doesn’t matter that it’s his therapist kissing him, open-mouthed and messy, feeding him the bitter dissolving pill on his tongue. because koby takes it, reaches up and grabs at will’s shirt, pulls him closer and swallows and swallows.
he doesn’t ask what it was, either, just chases after will’s mouth when he moves away, huffs in annoyance and impatience, hips squirming up against his teasing fingers.] Y-Yeah. Uh – heard it feels good. For, y’know. [pierced tongue flicking out, the stud rounded and glinting as koby licks back into will’s mouth, teases the metal in slow, deliberate circles against his tongue. he’s pretty secure in his ability to make any man insane, any way he chooses, but if koby had to pick his best skill, it’s going down on someone. he pulls back, licks his lips, just barely succeeding in hiding the smirk.] Stuff I usually do with my mouth.
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maybe that should’ve been a red flag, yeah, but koby doesn’t see those anymore – things happen and if he should be anxious or concerned, it doesn’t register. it doesn’t matter that it’s his therapist kissing him, open-mouthed and messy, feeding him the bitter dissolving pill on his tongue. because koby takes it, reaches up and grabs at will’s shirt, pulls him closer and swallows and swallows.
he doesn’t ask what it was, either, just chases after will’s mouth when he moves away, huffs in annoyance and impatience, hips squirming up against his teasing fingers.] Y-Yeah. Uh – heard it feels good. For, y’know. [pierced tongue flicking out, the stud rounded and glinting as koby licks back into will’s mouth, teases the metal in slow, deliberate circles against his tongue. he’s pretty secure in his ability to make any man insane, any way he chooses, but if koby had to pick his best skill, it’s going down on someone. he pulls back, licks his lips, just barely succeeding in hiding the smirk.] Stuff I usually do with my mouth.