I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands
Inhaling softly with surprise at the feel of Thorn's tongue delicately lapping against his lips, the aviator swallows and nods. "I'd like to try both. I won't know until I do, right?"' Maybe some people just did know, but certainly Everest did not, and if the courtesan was willing to let him experiment, why shouldn't he?
"I've never, so...let me know if this is wrong." He mumbles apologetically, feeling the need to constantly reiterate his inexperience, still feeling as though he was somehow waisting Thorn's time with his fumbles.
Not unlike how he'd done with Isla, Everest removed the lower portion of Thorn's garments with slow reverence, perhaps out of a need to seem respectful or perhaps to give his mind time to figure out how to go about what was next expected of him. Momentarily undone by the sight of tattooed vines and thorns stemming toward the courtesan's cock, the aviator's fingers twitched slightly as if wanting to try and grow the other man's erection before remembering himself and the instructions he'd been given.
Offering the other man a shaky smile as he reached for the lube, Ever applied a good amount onto his fingers before leaning slightly over Thorn's body in an attempt to lean against the bed so that his other arm was free to use. Curling his bicep around the courtesan's body, Everest met the seafoam green of Thorn's eyes with trepidation and excitement as his fingers found their way around his backside before pressing softly against his opening. Working in soft and slow circles with just two fingers at first, the aviator stared with rapt focus down at Thorn's face, using the other man's movements to guide his progress. Slipping just one finger inside of him at first, Ever let the lube do most of the work as he glided it in and out a few times.
"I've never, so...let me know if this is wrong." He mumbles apologetically, feeling the need to constantly reiterate his inexperience, still feeling as though he was somehow waisting Thorn's time with his fumbles.
Not unlike how he'd done with Isla, Everest removed the lower portion of Thorn's garments with slow reverence, perhaps out of a need to seem respectful or perhaps to give his mind time to figure out how to go about what was next expected of him. Momentarily undone by the sight of tattooed vines and thorns stemming toward the courtesan's cock, the aviator's fingers twitched slightly as if wanting to try and grow the other man's erection before remembering himself and the instructions he'd been given.
Offering the other man a shaky smile as he reached for the lube, Ever applied a good amount onto his fingers before leaning slightly over Thorn's body in an attempt to lean against the bed so that his other arm was free to use. Curling his bicep around the courtesan's body, Everest met the seafoam green of Thorn's eyes with trepidation and excitement as his fingers found their way around his backside before pressing softly against his opening. Working in soft and slow circles with just two fingers at first, the aviator stared with rapt focus down at Thorn's face, using the other man's movements to guide his progress. Slipping just one finger inside of him at first, Ever let the lube do most of the work as he glided it in and out a few times.
Everest
