I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands
Flinching at the idea that either of them might need actual healing magic, Everest exhales slowly as colours are offered as a code. It's something his mind could wrap itself around in terms of uncertainty, and he found himself appreciating Thorn all the more for his experience.
"Sorry, I should have known." He murmured almost apologetically, before turning into the courtesan's hand and pressing a kiss at the base of his wrist. His lips part further against the other man's tattooed skin as the remainder of his clothing is removed, and his erection is finally freed only to be caged between their bodies anew. Trying to understand the instructions given to him, Ever nearly asks what it means to just have his way with the other man, but he was almost sure Thorn would just tell him it meant to do what he wanted.
The problem of course, was that Everest had no idea.
"Green, yellow, red." He murmured softly, as if to remind himself that this was all being done with some sort of control.
So what did he want?
"Roll over." Maybe thanks to seeing his mother's breasts at a young age, or perhaps merely because of his tastes, Everest was an ass-man. Standing to give Thorn (and himself) room, as the other man turned over, Ever's breath hiccuped passed his lips. Reaching out, the aviator's fingers were soft at first over the exposed flesh, before he grasped a handful of the other man's ass just to see how it felt. How it looked. Hitching in a breath as his cock twitched impatiently, Ever let his hands roam up from the swell of Thorn's ass, grasping at his hips and tugging him towards the edge of the bed. Grasping the base of his cock and having to fight not to immediately just start masturbating over the mere image of the courtesan sprawled before him, Everest leaned forward, pressing the head of his cock against the other man's opening.
"Sorry, I should have known." He murmured almost apologetically, before turning into the courtesan's hand and pressing a kiss at the base of his wrist. His lips part further against the other man's tattooed skin as the remainder of his clothing is removed, and his erection is finally freed only to be caged between their bodies anew. Trying to understand the instructions given to him, Ever nearly asks what it means to just have his way with the other man, but he was almost sure Thorn would just tell him it meant to do what he wanted.
The problem of course, was that Everest had no idea.
"Green, yellow, red." He murmured softly, as if to remind himself that this was all being done with some sort of control.
So what did he want?
"Roll over." Maybe thanks to seeing his mother's breasts at a young age, or perhaps merely because of his tastes, Everest was an ass-man. Standing to give Thorn (and himself) room, as the other man turned over, Ever's breath hiccuped passed his lips. Reaching out, the aviator's fingers were soft at first over the exposed flesh, before he grasped a handful of the other man's ass just to see how it felt. How it looked. Hitching in a breath as his cock twitched impatiently, Ever let his hands roam up from the swell of Thorn's ass, grasping at his hips and tugging him towards the edge of the bed. Grasping the base of his cock and having to fight not to immediately just start masturbating over the mere image of the courtesan sprawled before him, Everest leaned forward, pressing the head of his cock against the other man's opening.
Everest
