// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
There’s a touch of something sweet to Mateo’s lips that Thorn finds himself chasing, even more so as the botanist’s fingertips trace along ink as it swirls around his hips and lower back, along his wrists, in varying shapes that draw all of the attention necessary. Each vine that wraps around him is thorned, a perfect example of his namesake right there in his bronzed flesh.
They break from the kiss and Thorn pants, finally finding some purchase to latch onto – one hand on Mateo’s shoulder while the other rests on the other courtesan (Aurora, he finds out)’s thigh, looking up at her with bright seafoam gaze and a crooked catlike grin. Inclining his head, his gaze drops to Mateo between them, his hand slipping up to ghost along the other man’s jaw, a little teasing gesture. “Hawthorn. But y’can call me Thorn.” He purrs, that catlike smile growing more coy as he diverts his attention immediately for the sake of being a little bit of a shit but also to give Mateo a bit of a show – reaching up to tug Aurora into an equally satisfying kiss.
The party included everyone, did it not?
They break from the kiss and Thorn pants, finally finding some purchase to latch onto – one hand on Mateo’s shoulder while the other rests on the other courtesan (Aurora, he finds out)’s thigh, looking up at her with bright seafoam gaze and a crooked catlike grin. Inclining his head, his gaze drops to Mateo between them, his hand slipping up to ghost along the other man’s jaw, a little teasing gesture. “Hawthorn. But y’can call me Thorn.” He purrs, that catlike smile growing more coy as he diverts his attention immediately for the sake of being a little bit of a shit but also to give Mateo a bit of a show – reaching up to tug Aurora into an equally satisfying kiss.
The party included everyone, did it not?
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
