// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
“That’s --Ah-- Exactly what I wanna hear, baby.” Thorn purrs, broken up by the gasp of a sound with the resounding snap of Everest’s hips, the sensation of his cock filling the courtesan again begins to drive him insane. At least, until he spots the mirrors, and is easily adjusted however the Aviator wishes him to be, knees finding the bed again, and a perfect view for himself to watch the other man fuck him.
Now, Thorn isn’t quiet, and each moan and grunts are meant as encouragement, even as his tattooed body heaves with the need for air. It’s clear by the way he’s flushed that Everest is doing a brilliant job, as evident by just how hard the courtesan’s cock is when he finds it. His lips part again, about to speak when Everest announces how close he is, the ghosting of his fingers trailing up his sides causing him to shiver, and it’s with that realization that they are in fact trying edging, has Thorn panting as he sinks back and takes some of the reins, lifting to loop his arms around Everest’s neck as he essentially stills but in a way that keeps the other man’s cock warm and sunk in as far as he can go. “Good boy.” Thorn purrs, taking one of Everest’s hands to run across his torso, over the tattoos and the peaked nipples, careful to avoid his own length due to the tingling sensation he could already feel starting at the base of his legs.
“You really got into it, tellin’ me what to do. Y’sure you still wanna try bein’ the bottom or do you wanna keep goin’ like this?” Arching back enough to run the bridge of his nose against the Aviator’s jaw, Thorn’s warm tongue slips out to drag a stripe across the other man’s neck, watching from a hooded gaze at the view in the mirror of his actions and knowing that Everest would be able to see it too. Ah well, the stillness should be enough time to pause in dropping Everest’s cresting wave so that they can build it back up again. It has for the courtesan, evident by the way his cock seems less hard and sags ever so slightly despite the twitch.
Now, Thorn isn’t quiet, and each moan and grunts are meant as encouragement, even as his tattooed body heaves with the need for air. It’s clear by the way he’s flushed that Everest is doing a brilliant job, as evident by just how hard the courtesan’s cock is when he finds it. His lips part again, about to speak when Everest announces how close he is, the ghosting of his fingers trailing up his sides causing him to shiver, and it’s with that realization that they are in fact trying edging, has Thorn panting as he sinks back and takes some of the reins, lifting to loop his arms around Everest’s neck as he essentially stills but in a way that keeps the other man’s cock warm and sunk in as far as he can go. “Good boy.” Thorn purrs, taking one of Everest’s hands to run across his torso, over the tattoos and the peaked nipples, careful to avoid his own length due to the tingling sensation he could already feel starting at the base of his legs.
“You really got into it, tellin’ me what to do. Y’sure you still wanna try bein’ the bottom or do you wanna keep goin’ like this?” Arching back enough to run the bridge of his nose against the Aviator’s jaw, Thorn’s warm tongue slips out to drag a stripe across the other man’s neck, watching from a hooded gaze at the view in the mirror of his actions and knowing that Everest would be able to see it too. Ah well, the stillness should be enough time to pause in dropping Everest’s cresting wave so that they can build it back up again. It has for the courtesan, evident by the way his cock seems less hard and sags ever so slightly despite the twitch.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
