calling all the wildflowers i know

// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —

This is a much better greeting than he was expecting when he’d shoved his nose into a space that it likely didn’t belong. But who is he to complain, instantly charmed by the man’s red cherry lips and vibrant blue eyes that remind him of Torchline’s seas. The accent is a plus, too, adding to the roguish charm that oozes from the courtesan. “Was hopin’ you’d say somethin’ like that.” He admits in that same breathy tone, only to immediately get cut off.

The kiss is hard and greedy and Thorn is well versed in that track, losing just enough of his balance to do exactly as Mateo had intended, slipping lightly in a way that has him partially draped over the other man. Humming lightly into the kiss, he breaks it, only to reorient himself to better fit amongst the duo, straddling Mateo as he glances up to the woman and flashes a wink, courtesan to courtesan, of course.

The billowy shirt he wears brushes lightly against Mateo’s chest, open down to his navel enough to show the bits and pieces of vines inked into his skin and the thorns that sprout from them, swirling about his hips. The very same can be seen wound around his wrists as little cuffs as he immediately runs his hands in those soft touches along Mateo’s stomach and sides.

thorn

— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //