truth, dare, spin bottles

// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —

The courtesan knows what he’s doing. He can tell in the way Ever starts to give more each time he’s praised, and it sparks more of that little thrumming electricity in his gut to be able to provide. One that sparks into a full sensation of delicious desire as the Aviator thrusts in completely, a moan leaving the courtesan that’s louder than Everest’s polite ones, but all that much more rewarding for it. His hands tighten in the sheets, gasping a little sound as Everest’s composure returns and he starts to move, even if it’s a bit of a disappointing tease when the other man’s cock slips out. “Y’feel real good, Ever..” He says on the exhale of a gasp, precisely at the time he’s readjusted to however the Attuned wants him to be.

And he goes so willingly, shifting up and arching enough that when Everest sinks into him again, it draws out all that extra pressure and sensation against his cock, Thorn’s lips parting to serenade his own chorus for the other man.

It’s one that hiccups when he’s moved again, the hand at his stomach hauling him up so that he straddles and has a bit better of a vantage point to help Everest not strain himself completely as he rides him. A moaned “fuck, you’re so strong,” broken up by a gasp of air, getting his legs under him enough to help with each thrust, letting Everest pick the pace.

thorn

— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //