[ he strokes his fingers back through koby's hair, soft and tender in a way that doesn't match the hungry, dark energy burning behind his eyes. he smiles, knowing and amused as koby sticks his tongue out and reaches for it, pressing his thumb against the little piece of metal, his fingers under koby's chin. it's brief - the way he swipes his thumb over the piercing, but he tilts his head. ]
Are you going to suck me off or are you going to continue to pout at me? [ a tap of his wet thumb to koby's nose, smearing it against the skin, then his chin. ]
I gave you Adderall. I thought you might enjoy something different.
[ either calm him down or crank his anxiety up - either or both, will loves an experiment. ]
That the only reason? [given with a knowing arch of his eyebrows, even as his tongue chases after will’s fingers, teasing the taste of his skin – salt, sweat, medicinal, like chewing aspirin dry, but sweeter.] Pretty sure there are a couple other reasons why you enjoy me, Doc.
[koby’s eyes go crossed momentarily, chasing the tap of will’s thumb as his hands move on their own, expert, familiar with the feel of will’s belt, the drag of his zipper down, down, the weight and heat against practiced fingers as they pull his cock free, thumb seeking the wet of the head to circle, press.] You like when I pout. Or cry. [a laugh, tongue going out, teasing, just the tip following the path his thumb had taken.] You really like when I cry, don’t you, Will?
[adderall – koby steers clear of prescriptions, usually, never sure how they’ll interact with the t, hating the unpredictability of their effect, perhaps avoiding memories of a hazy childhood where his constant anxiety was treated with a list of drugs that just made him mellow, calm. his eyes are already going hazier, relaxed, though he can feel his heart pumping in his throat as he swallows, sighs, gaze fixing upward as he drops his mouth open, sticks his tongue out and teases the piercing over the head of will’s cock.]
no subject
[ he strokes his fingers back through koby's hair, soft and tender in a way that doesn't match the hungry, dark energy burning behind his eyes. he smiles, knowing and amused as koby sticks his tongue out and reaches for it, pressing his thumb against the little piece of metal, his fingers under koby's chin. it's brief - the way he swipes his thumb over the piercing, but he tilts his head. ]
Are you going to suck me off or are you going to continue to pout at me? [ a tap of his wet thumb to koby's nose, smearing it against the skin, then his chin. ]
I gave you Adderall. I thought you might enjoy something different.
[ either calm him down or crank his anxiety up - either or both, will loves an experiment. ]
no subject
[koby’s eyes go crossed momentarily, chasing the tap of will’s thumb as his hands move on their own, expert, familiar with the feel of will’s belt, the drag of his zipper down, down, the weight and heat against practiced fingers as they pull his cock free, thumb seeking the wet of the head to circle, press.] You like when I pout. Or cry. [a laugh, tongue going out, teasing, just the tip following the path his thumb had taken.] You really like when I cry, don’t you, Will?
[adderall – koby steers clear of prescriptions, usually, never sure how they’ll interact with the t, hating the unpredictability of their effect, perhaps avoiding memories of a hazy childhood where his constant anxiety was treated with a list of drugs that just made him mellow, calm. his eyes are already going hazier, relaxed, though he can feel his heart pumping in his throat as he swallows, sighs, gaze fixing upward as he drops his mouth open, sticks his tongue out and teases the piercing over the head of will’s cock.]