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[kobes]

[at can’t, koby’s eyebrows jerk towards each other, a scowl wrapped in a pout on his face, close enough that the scrunch in his nose is evident even before his freckles get involved.] That’s ridiculous.

[firm, prompt, a jut forward of his chin, open suit jacket gaping around his scarred, glittery chest, hair tumbling loose from the careful gel to fall in his face. koby blinks slow, sooty lashes and lower lip still pouting.] You said “buried”. It’s not. Not for me. I don’t – want to bury this part.

[the ethical impacts are aside – koby’s a little smitten with anyone who looks at him and sees someone to teach, someone to lavish attention and knowledge on, and that’s more than enough of a basis for him to rock forward slow, measured. qimir doesn’t move (koby knew he wouldn’t), and it’s easy to kiss him, easy to lean up under the shag of dark hair and press their mouths together. koby always kisses like it’s the first time, like he’s never touched another living soul, sweetness and hunger, desperation and tenderness all at once.]

[snaggleteeth]

[sometimes, the stranger issues a challenge and it is a visible taunt. shit-eating grin or just unutterably smug, a stinging gauntlet delivered to the face, some stupid comment. he did make a stupid comment just now. but his face was placid, equally dead to self-pity or mockery, patient the way the sea is patient, generous the way the sea gives&medash;because it's water. wants as simple as physics. taking the shape of his container and

koby's mouth meets his mouth, and for a moment, he accommodates. his half of the kiss wrapped around koby's bottom lip like the wet cohesion of eddy to glass. except, of course, he's not the sea. he's a man, as earlier specified, as fallible and error-prone as any, and there comes resistance that's not resistance at all. the bulk of an arm winding around koby's boyish waist, yoking him tight—but for the gentle thumb on the dimple on the right of the small of koby's back. the initial, backward buoy of 'qimir's head rocks forward, reversing momentum into a ravening crush, bending his nose on koby's cheek.

i don't want to bury this part. sure. people fail in the actualization of their desires all the time.

light, in sufficient quantity, will kill anything. but 'qimir' does not say this because some wisdom comes in different tongue, like the one delving into koby's mouth, his jaws opening on the thick cords of muscle like some machine, drawbridge, hungry trap for boys that don't know how to read the sign that says beware.]