// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
He can see the relaxation in Harper’s shoulders the second that he kneels and its with that thought in mind that the smile blooms as he asks his question – a touch flirtatious, but also simply there, to listen, if that was all Harper wanted to do. But he peers up at the Stalwart while he leans forward, his warm forehead pressing against his own and Thorn’s lids close most of the way, lashes brushing against the bridge of the other man’s nose as he listens.
Gods, he would love to hear the stories regardless, but ultimately they aren’t here for him. He is here for Harper, performing a service, therefore his needs take the backseat when it comes to whatever the other man needed. Still, he snorts a little at the options as they’re laid out, hands lifting to run along the insides of the other man’s thighs, his forehead pressing back against Harper’s with a low hum of consideration. “I’m here for you, baby.” Thorn whispers gently, withdrawing his head from Harper’s to pin him with a seductive, heavy lidded look. “Maybe if you wanna keep me all night you can tell me all of those stories?” Gods, he hopes he can stay the night with him and not have to leave.
A part of him doesn’t want to leave this space in the morning, either.
But he does get started on the first order of business, especially with the trail his hands take, slipping up toward the button of Harper’s pants in a languid stroke, a press against his groin all while he lets his seafoam gaze drift between the button he’s trying to undo, and the reaction he hopes it sparks on Harper’s face.
Gods, he would love to hear the stories regardless, but ultimately they aren’t here for him. He is here for Harper, performing a service, therefore his needs take the backseat when it comes to whatever the other man needed. Still, he snorts a little at the options as they’re laid out, hands lifting to run along the insides of the other man’s thighs, his forehead pressing back against Harper’s with a low hum of consideration. “I’m here for you, baby.” Thorn whispers gently, withdrawing his head from Harper’s to pin him with a seductive, heavy lidded look. “Maybe if you wanna keep me all night you can tell me all of those stories?” Gods, he hopes he can stay the night with him and not have to leave.
A part of him doesn’t want to leave this space in the morning, either.
But he does get started on the first order of business, especially with the trail his hands take, slipping up toward the button of Harper’s pants in a languid stroke, a press against his groin all while he lets his seafoam gaze drift between the button he’s trying to undo, and the reaction he hopes it sparks on Harper’s face.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
