I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands
"Gentle and fleeting?" Ever repeats, his brow creasing slightly. "What does that do?" From his own incredibly limited experiences, nothing had been fleeting or gentle in the way Thorn was seeming to describe it. Dahlia had tugged him into a closet and spilled blood from his lips, Mateo had blanked Ever's body with his own and kissed him a handful of times, and Isla...well, that had just happened. Fast.
Chuckling slightly at the mention of things going quick, the aviator blushes. Letting his eyes drop to Thorn's fingers and where they brush against the back of his hand, he nods thoughtfully. "My first time I didn't last long. Seconds, I think. But then we waited and when we went again, I lasted longer." Not much longer to be sure.
"Why if....what if you try some of the things you know men usually like and I can tell you if I do or don't?" He suggests, raising his blue gaze to seek out his counterpart's seafoam stare.
Chuckling slightly at the mention of things going quick, the aviator blushes. Letting his eyes drop to Thorn's fingers and where they brush against the back of his hand, he nods thoughtfully. "My first time I didn't last long. Seconds, I think. But then we waited and when we went again, I lasted longer." Not much longer to be sure.
"Why if....what if you try some of the things you know men usually like and I can tell you if I do or don't?" He suggests, raising his blue gaze to seek out his counterpart's seafoam stare.
Everest
