// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
“Don’t worry about it, baby.” He hums, watching with content and hooded eyes as Everest is surprisingly tender when he kisses along his wrist and his tattoos. Finally, though, Thorn manages to rid Everest of the clothing that separates them, and his gaze glitters with seafoam as he peers up at him with all the confidence that this would be quite fun, even if there’s the muttered repeat of the code words.
He nods along, though, as if agreeing that he’d gotten it right, before the rough command has Thorn’s cock twitching with the pleasantry of it, doing as told and perfectly comfortable with the Aviator manhandling him. “You are doing so fuckin’ good.” He breathes while the touch to his ass is occuring and the other man explores, and it has his breath hitching to feel the calloused fingertips roam along his skin. It’s the perfect vantage point for Ever to see the way the tattoos on his side collide in a thorn coated vine, decorated with flowers on his lower back, like the vines on the rest of him were mere extensions or roadmaps to where Thorn wanted to be handled.
And then he’s pulled back to the edge of the bed, waiting with bated breath until he can feel the hot, wet tip of the Aviator’s cock press against his opening and Thorn shivers in delight, fingertips clutching the blankets on the bed as he grinds back a little, moaning a soft little “Green, Everest…”
He nods along, though, as if agreeing that he’d gotten it right, before the rough command has Thorn’s cock twitching with the pleasantry of it, doing as told and perfectly comfortable with the Aviator manhandling him. “You are doing so fuckin’ good.” He breathes while the touch to his ass is occuring and the other man explores, and it has his breath hitching to feel the calloused fingertips roam along his skin. It’s the perfect vantage point for Ever to see the way the tattoos on his side collide in a thorn coated vine, decorated with flowers on his lower back, like the vines on the rest of him were mere extensions or roadmaps to where Thorn wanted to be handled.
And then he’s pulled back to the edge of the bed, waiting with bated breath until he can feel the hot, wet tip of the Aviator’s cock press against his opening and Thorn shivers in delight, fingertips clutching the blankets on the bed as he grinds back a little, moaning a soft little “Green, Everest…”
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
