Do you think I'd let us capsize? What sort of sailor could I possibly be?
[ but koby starts undoing his overalls, the shirt beginning to come up and his hands follow the reveal of skin, palms broad skating over the smooth plane of his stomach, one staying low and the other coming up to loop over his heart. when the shirt comes off his mouth follows, hot and slow against the line of that pale shoulder, freckled and pinkened by the sun. ]
I just want to show you how I feel.
[ he huffs a little, sheepish and even a little embarrassed against his skin. he's not much good with words, always better in spinning silly tales and stories. but this isn't any of that - this is something that makes his heart pound like waves against the shore on a storm, something that feels like wind in full sails and bright sun and the call of gulls in the distance.
the hand low on koby's belly drops, strong arm scooping across his thighs, so that when he's ready he can carefully, so carefully, lift and slide them both into the bottom of the boat, the cool of it against their skin and the sun overhead. ]
You've bewitched me. [ he'll say, of course, the moment that he can find koby's mouth in the tangle, speaking words between a slow kiss. ] You should have warned me the night we met.
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[ but koby starts undoing his overalls, the shirt beginning to come up and his hands follow the reveal of skin, palms broad skating over the smooth plane of his stomach, one staying low and the other coming up to loop over his heart. when the shirt comes off his mouth follows, hot and slow against the line of that pale shoulder, freckled and pinkened by the sun. ]
I just want to show you how I feel.
[ he huffs a little, sheepish and even a little embarrassed against his skin. he's not much good with words, always better in spinning silly tales and stories. but this isn't any of that - this is something that makes his heart pound like waves against the shore on a storm, something that feels like wind in full sails and bright sun and the call of gulls in the distance.
the hand low on koby's belly drops, strong arm scooping across his thighs, so that when he's ready he can carefully, so carefully, lift and slide them both into the bottom of the boat, the cool of it against their skin and the sun overhead. ]
You've bewitched me. [ he'll say, of course, the moment that he can find koby's mouth in the tangle, speaking words between a slow kiss. ] You should have warned me the night we met.