"Mmmm-hm, excellent," Koby mumbles against Jesper's lips, the warm, bright starlight emanating from him flaring brighter at the word boyfriend, even after all this time. One thing that did decrease with time was Koby's awkwardness around the word, around the prospect of romantic connections in general. After several centuries, the rigid categories he'd had for so long had definitely relaxed -- for things like good and evil, but also for what it meant to love adn be loved. Time apart doesn't nullify the fact that here, in Jesper's bed, in his arms, Koby is his, body and soul and heart. It also doesn't make him any less part of the others he's loved over the years, Summoned and human alike -- nor do Jesper's other lovers make Koby doubt that his affection, his devotion is real.
So he pulls Jesper closer, eagerly, tracing the shape of his face, hands trailing down his neck until they're pulled away, pinned in place, making Koby's breath catch in his throat. Even with godlike powers, he's still slight, delicate compared to Jesper, and while he'd never actually want to leave this exact spot, the fact that he can so easily be held in place makes Koby shiver all over. Maybe he likes a little bit of being bossed around, still, okay. Once a soldier, always a soldier.
The familiar feel of his clothes unmaking around him also gets a pleased, eager shiver, Koby's hands curling and uncurling into fists, whole body arching up to try and press against Jesper's. All of eternity and he's still impatient, still greedy. "E-Everything." It's shivery, eager, accompanied by Koby tilting his head back, exposing more of his throat. He's a bit shameless about it too, body starlight-warm to the touch, slightly amorphous until Koby focuses, corporealizes himself.
Being made of starlight means he can fairly easily alter his physical shape, chest smooth or rounded, hips narrow or curved. Subtle changes, practiced over the centuries, though Koby often just defaults to how he was when he and Jesper first met. When he was touched for the first time, when Jesper firmly told him that nothing about his anatomy made him less of a man, when Koby's deepest-held insecurities melted away. It's this shape he has now, legs spread to bracket Jesper's hips, shivery and eager and ready. "But, um. Start with g-getting inside me, please. Now."
cw: vague internalized transphobia
So he pulls Jesper closer, eagerly, tracing the shape of his face, hands trailing down his neck until they're pulled away, pinned in place, making Koby's breath catch in his throat. Even with godlike powers, he's still slight, delicate compared to Jesper, and while he'd never actually want to leave this exact spot, the fact that he can so easily be held in place makes Koby shiver all over. Maybe he likes a little bit of being bossed around, still, okay. Once a soldier, always a soldier.
The familiar feel of his clothes unmaking around him also gets a pleased, eager shiver, Koby's hands curling and uncurling into fists, whole body arching up to try and press against Jesper's. All of eternity and he's still impatient, still greedy. "E-Everything." It's shivery, eager, accompanied by Koby tilting his head back, exposing more of his throat. He's a bit shameless about it too, body starlight-warm to the touch, slightly amorphous until Koby focuses, corporealizes himself.
Being made of starlight means he can fairly easily alter his physical shape, chest smooth or rounded, hips narrow or curved. Subtle changes, practiced over the centuries, though Koby often just defaults to how he was when he and Jesper first met. When he was touched for the first time, when Jesper firmly told him that nothing about his anatomy made him less of a man, when Koby's deepest-held insecurities melted away. It's this shape he has now, legs spread to bracket Jesper's hips, shivery and eager and ready. "But, um. Start with g-getting inside me, please. Now."