// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
It works, and the courtesan is quite pleased with the results as his wind gently gusts along and he watches Harper’s chest flex as he works to get him fully erect. He chases after the Attuned’s length with each shudder and jerk that occurs, through some amusement gleams in the pools of his bright green gaze, amusement that shifts to a small amount of confusion when Harper stills so suddenly. It’s fine, though, because Thorn swallows him up quickly after, hands lifting to slide underneath Harper’s thighs to dig his fingertips in, spreading him more for him as he picks a pace to take him, cheeks hollowing and filling with the movement, offering his own little soft hums and vibrations into the mix.
The touch of Harper’s hand to brush his hair away is one that surprises Thorn, enough so that after a few moments he withdraws from Harper’s length with a wet pop, and with swollen lips flashes him a smirk. “Y’don’t have to stop yourself from reacting, Bluejay. I can handle you.” He says, hand lifting to press his thumb along the tip of Harper’s cock, gathering the mixture of spit and precum there, stroking him up fully as he waits for Harper’s response as he sticks that thumb promptly in his mouth, a bit of cockiness and sassiness making its way to the forefront.
The touch of Harper’s hand to brush his hair away is one that surprises Thorn, enough so that after a few moments he withdraws from Harper’s length with a wet pop, and with swollen lips flashes him a smirk. “Y’don’t have to stop yourself from reacting, Bluejay. I can handle you.” He says, hand lifting to press his thumb along the tip of Harper’s cock, gathering the mixture of spit and precum there, stroking him up fully as he waits for Harper’s response as he sticks that thumb promptly in his mouth, a bit of cockiness and sassiness making its way to the forefront.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
