// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
Thorn knows the feeling all too well, one he mourns, in fact, as they make to swap positions. He leans in to place that mark against the other man’s bare chest, and after a moment of battling the strength of the Aviator, he gets him promptly onto his back. His smile twists a bit more flirtatious as he gets everything ready, fits between the other man’s thigh and starts to work him loose.
“Feelin’ good?” He asks as he notices the breaths and the way Ever is still tense, but at odds with the relaxed posture of his arm underneath his head.
Another finger slips in to work him more before a third joins the mix, and when he’s satisfied with the amount of teasing and taunting he’s done, Thorn strokes himself back into full hardness, shifting Everest’s hips up so that he can line his cock up. The tip of his length presses in slowly at first, lubed up and slick with the actions taken beforehand, and Thorn watches the Aviator’s face for any twist or shift of signs that may be discomfort.
“Y’know… I can’t say that I get t’do this that often.” He purrs, pausing with a hitch of breath until he’s fully sunk into Everest. “But the mirrors are a real nice touch.” Because despite the incredibly boring exterior initially, Everest had made it quite the interactive exhibit, with the addition of mirrors that can watch from every angle, one above them now that can give the other man a perfect view from above to watch Thorn’s cock disappear into the Attuned’s round ass, and reappear after he lets the Aviator get used to the sensation, withdrawing just enough to utilize the other man’s legs in a way that makes it almost like a handle to hold onto for the thrust he starts.
“Feelin’ good?” He asks as he notices the breaths and the way Ever is still tense, but at odds with the relaxed posture of his arm underneath his head.
Another finger slips in to work him more before a third joins the mix, and when he’s satisfied with the amount of teasing and taunting he’s done, Thorn strokes himself back into full hardness, shifting Everest’s hips up so that he can line his cock up. The tip of his length presses in slowly at first, lubed up and slick with the actions taken beforehand, and Thorn watches the Aviator’s face for any twist or shift of signs that may be discomfort.
“Y’know… I can’t say that I get t’do this that often.” He purrs, pausing with a hitch of breath until he’s fully sunk into Everest. “But the mirrors are a real nice touch.” Because despite the incredibly boring exterior initially, Everest had made it quite the interactive exhibit, with the addition of mirrors that can watch from every angle, one above them now that can give the other man a perfect view from above to watch Thorn’s cock disappear into the Attuned’s round ass, and reappear after he lets the Aviator get used to the sensation, withdrawing just enough to utilize the other man’s legs in a way that makes it almost like a handle to hold onto for the thrust he starts.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
