I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands
"Oh." Everest says, frowning only slightly. His heart already was pumping, and not because of Thorn's touches, fleeting or otherwise. Saying so was probably unhelpful—he'd be dead if his heart wasn't beating—but before he could obsess about it anymore, the other man's fingertips were trickling up the back of his hand in such a way that had the aviator thinking of mountain breezes and soft rain.
Trailing Thorn's movements with uncertain but curious blue eyes, Ever's gaze tracks back and forth until the courtesan is almost too close to see properly. Once he'd have flinched and likely fled the room to be held no matter how softly, though thanks to Dahlia's affections, now the aviator was able to relax into the hands on his cheeks. Shivering slightly as their lips came together, as Ever's eyes blink softly open and he begins to smile, suddenly he's off balance and it's with a gasp of surprise that he finds himself flat against the sheets.
Looking adorably confused and alarmed, the attuned searches the courtesan's face for some sign of anger that might explain the suddenness of his movements. Seeing nothing but bright earthen eyes, Ever heard himself gasping softly as Thorn's hands pressed lower against his belly. "O..oh." He murmurs, cheeks flushed red from the surprise of it all as much as the pleasure.
"Won't...won't that make it all end too quickly?" He wonders of the quick method. Although, given some of the clientele, maybe that was precisely the point.
Trailing Thorn's movements with uncertain but curious blue eyes, Ever's gaze tracks back and forth until the courtesan is almost too close to see properly. Once he'd have flinched and likely fled the room to be held no matter how softly, though thanks to Dahlia's affections, now the aviator was able to relax into the hands on his cheeks. Shivering slightly as their lips came together, as Ever's eyes blink softly open and he begins to smile, suddenly he's off balance and it's with a gasp of surprise that he finds himself flat against the sheets.
Looking adorably confused and alarmed, the attuned searches the courtesan's face for some sign of anger that might explain the suddenness of his movements. Seeing nothing but bright earthen eyes, Ever heard himself gasping softly as Thorn's hands pressed lower against his belly. "O..oh." He murmurs, cheeks flushed red from the surprise of it all as much as the pleasure.
"Won't...won't that make it all end too quickly?" He wonders of the quick method. Although, given some of the clientele, maybe that was precisely the point.
Everest
