I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands
Despite the way Thorn forces their pace to slow, the praise from the man's lips nearly has the aviator forgetting everything he'd wanted to learn in lieu of grasping the man's hips again and fucking them both of the metaphorical cliff. 'It..it seemed better than asking to stop.' Everest replies, the words shaky, his voice husky. Glancing over the courtesan's shoulder and into the mirror, Everest watched his hands as they were directed, feeling the sensation of the courtesan's taught skin and imagining that he could feel the ink as well as see it beneath his fingers.
Able to think a touch more clearly without the slap of skin resounding in his ears, Everest swallowed hard. In the mirror, his fingers continued to rise, gliding up around Thorn's collarbones before gently mapping out the man's throat and jaw. "You feel absolutely amazing." The aviator whispers reverently, his stomach stiffening against the sudden urge of his hips to try and somehow thrust himself even deeper into the man splayed around him.
"But..I want to know what it's like." Pausing, Everest considers, before tilting his head and placing his lips against the shell of Thorn's ear. "I want to know what it's like to be fucked."
Able to think a touch more clearly without the slap of skin resounding in his ears, Everest swallowed hard. In the mirror, his fingers continued to rise, gliding up around Thorn's collarbones before gently mapping out the man's throat and jaw. "You feel absolutely amazing." The aviator whispers reverently, his stomach stiffening against the sudden urge of his hips to try and somehow thrust himself even deeper into the man splayed around him.
"But..I want to know what it's like." Pausing, Everest considers, before tilting his head and placing his lips against the shell of Thorn's ear. "I want to know what it's like to be fucked."
Everest
