// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
Despite the deer in the headlights look he receives when he grips the Aviator’s hands, Thorn’s expression is nothing but content and pleasure at the way he’s picking up on things. Even more so when the catlike grin spreads again with the comment. “Should try sometime. Makes it that much more rewardin’ when it comes back to ya.” He offers a little tidbit with a wink, precisely at the time he flips them, offering a little show for Everest, eyes hooded as he watches the other man’s movements, keeping track of them where he can.
The featherlight touches spark goosebumps along Thorn’s skin, breath hitching as his clothes are tugged on and opened, moving willingly to help the cloth fall away and open. However, Everest adds a touch to it that has him shivering in delight, a moan slipping from his lips encouragingly. “Perfect” He drawls in a breathy tone, arching against the claws that touch his vines.
As Everest blankets his body with his own, Thorn’s hands slip up to brush against his cheeks, threading back into his hair as Everest presses their hips together, and despite the stumbling approach it does start to fill him out, a low hiccup of a sound leaving him as he remembers he’s supposed to be teaching. “Just like that.” Thorn purrs, lifting a leg and hooking it around Everest’s. “Now, s’gonna be tight for me.” He huffs a little, fingertips threading through Everest’s dark hair as one leaves to grab something from a pocket of his clothes, a little container of lube. “You wanna try loosening me up?” He asks, tugging Everest’s hair a little to try and capture the Aviator’s gaze, his freehand tilting the container back and forth.
The featherlight touches spark goosebumps along Thorn’s skin, breath hitching as his clothes are tugged on and opened, moving willingly to help the cloth fall away and open. However, Everest adds a touch to it that has him shivering in delight, a moan slipping from his lips encouragingly. “Perfect” He drawls in a breathy tone, arching against the claws that touch his vines.
As Everest blankets his body with his own, Thorn’s hands slip up to brush against his cheeks, threading back into his hair as Everest presses their hips together, and despite the stumbling approach it does start to fill him out, a low hiccup of a sound leaving him as he remembers he’s supposed to be teaching. “Just like that.” Thorn purrs, lifting a leg and hooking it around Everest’s. “Now, s’gonna be tight for me.” He huffs a little, fingertips threading through Everest’s dark hair as one leaves to grab something from a pocket of his clothes, a little container of lube. “You wanna try loosening me up?” He asks, tugging Everest’s hair a little to try and capture the Aviator’s gaze, his freehand tilting the container back and forth.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
