// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
“Exactly.” Thorn says with a note of encouragement, more than willing to both bottom and top for the other man, until he has a chance to figure out what best suited him. For now, though, he lets Ever take the reins with gentle instruction, humming a note that says he will say anything if it’s wrong – but, for as much anxiety as someone may have in the bedroom, there was a fair amount little wrong anyone could do provided they both were having fun.
And despite the pale room they’re in, Thorn is having fun. He’s enjoying this. Especially with a careful and deliberate caution in which the Aviator removes the rest of his clothing, so at odds with how most people typically didn’t care whether they ruined the clothes the courtesan wore. Thorn finds it charming, at the very least.
He peers at him from hooded seafoam eyes, offering the container to Everest with ease as he gets a bit more comfortable, breath hitching a little as Ever blankets his body to begin, and as the Aviator would soon find out, it wouldn’t take playing with his cock to get it filling out, but the fingers that work to loosen him up. And as far as Thorn’s concerned, he’s doing a great job, if the little gasped moan is anything to go by, the way he lifts his hands to run along Everest’s body, hips grinding a little against the finger as if asking for more. “You are doin’ a great job.” He purrs a little breathlessly, skin flushing darker.
And despite the pale room they’re in, Thorn is having fun. He’s enjoying this. Especially with a careful and deliberate caution in which the Aviator removes the rest of his clothing, so at odds with how most people typically didn’t care whether they ruined the clothes the courtesan wore. Thorn finds it charming, at the very least.
He peers at him from hooded seafoam eyes, offering the container to Everest with ease as he gets a bit more comfortable, breath hitching a little as Ever blankets his body to begin, and as the Aviator would soon find out, it wouldn’t take playing with his cock to get it filling out, but the fingers that work to loosen him up. And as far as Thorn’s concerned, he’s doing a great job, if the little gasped moan is anything to go by, the way he lifts his hands to run along Everest’s body, hips grinding a little against the finger as if asking for more. “You are doin’ a great job.” He purrs a little breathlessly, skin flushing darker.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
