// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
His lip is caught between Mateo’s teeth once he lists out the options, small puffs of sound and whines slipping from his nose and mouth as Mateo’s pace increases where he strokes their cocks together. A shiver races down Thorn’s spine and he practically purrs as he presses back up, offering his heady warning of being from the House of Midnight.
But the Botanist withdraws and Thorn pants for breath, swollen pupils nearly devouring the seafoam of his eyes as he slips off the table when Mateo moves to brace against it. Shedding himself of the rest of his clothes, it’s with Mateo’s words reverberating in his mind that his hands smooth down the botanists back, trailing along muscle and the swell and curve of his ass in an appreciative touch. “I can make that happen.” He purrs with all the confidence he has, realizing there’s no lube around, but it doesn’t prevent him from utilizing his magic as Hotaru had taught him to.
He makes quick work with loosening up Mateo for him, situating himself behind the other man with a press of his lips in between his shoulder blades as he lines his cock up, hands finding his hips to steady him as he starts to sink in with a shiver and moan pressed into the botanists back. The second he’s satisfied with how braced the other man is, is when one hand slips up and around to his chest, toying at a nipple before dropping down over his stomach to Mateo’s length, loosely wrapping a hand around it so that when he picks his pace, the botanist’s cock fucks into his hand.
But the Botanist withdraws and Thorn pants for breath, swollen pupils nearly devouring the seafoam of his eyes as he slips off the table when Mateo moves to brace against it. Shedding himself of the rest of his clothes, it’s with Mateo’s words reverberating in his mind that his hands smooth down the botanists back, trailing along muscle and the swell and curve of his ass in an appreciative touch. “I can make that happen.” He purrs with all the confidence he has, realizing there’s no lube around, but it doesn’t prevent him from utilizing his magic as Hotaru had taught him to.
He makes quick work with loosening up Mateo for him, situating himself behind the other man with a press of his lips in between his shoulder blades as he lines his cock up, hands finding his hips to steady him as he starts to sink in with a shiver and moan pressed into the botanists back. The second he’s satisfied with how braced the other man is, is when one hand slips up and around to his chest, toying at a nipple before dropping down over his stomach to Mateo’s length, loosely wrapping a hand around it so that when he picks his pace, the botanist’s cock fucks into his hand.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
