// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
The second they part, Thorn is gasping a breath, mouth parting as he tries to catch more air as the botanist blazes a path down his neck. And he melts in the other man’s touch, shivering with delight, hands running all through dark hair and along broad shoulders and the brief jut of a spine beneath the muscle. In fact, he nearly whines when Mateo steps back a pace to get more space between them to work at their clothes, and Thorn is equally on top of it to focus enough to get the telekinesis to help drag the clothes further away.
The magic falls away the second Mateo’s stroking a languid rhythm of their hard cocks, and Thorn leans back to arch his spine over the hand at his lower back as if to show off the flexibility even more despite knowing that it wasn’t that they didn’t believe one another’s capabilities. He flicks his hand and a very light breeze brushes against the other man’s chest, shooting upward against the botanist’s neck, his voice hoarser with lust when he speaks. “M’yours tonight, Cherry, whatever y’wanna do I’m game.” A playful little pet name of the fruit that he’d been eating out of Aurora’s hand. “Just know it’s an exclusive, ‘cause I’m from the House of Midnight.” He purrs, rocking his hips up against Mateo’s hand for emphasis that seems to scream make your dreams come true, and if they don't then I guess you’ll have to come and find me later.
The magic falls away the second Mateo’s stroking a languid rhythm of their hard cocks, and Thorn leans back to arch his spine over the hand at his lower back as if to show off the flexibility even more despite knowing that it wasn’t that they didn’t believe one another’s capabilities. He flicks his hand and a very light breeze brushes against the other man’s chest, shooting upward against the botanist’s neck, his voice hoarser with lust when he speaks. “M’yours tonight, Cherry, whatever y’wanna do I’m game.” A playful little pet name of the fruit that he’d been eating out of Aurora’s hand. “Just know it’s an exclusive, ‘cause I’m from the House of Midnight.” He purrs, rocking his hips up against Mateo’s hand for emphasis that seems to scream make your dreams come true, and if they don't then I guess you’ll have to come and find me later.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
