// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
The commentary of confidence is met with one of the most confident smirks that has ever graced the courtesan’s lips. He is experienced enough to know that his cockiness often had great results in the bedroom (or hallway, or closet, wherever anyone wanted him). And while it’s rare of Thorn to do the taking, he’s still quite good at it. He lines them up and sinks in, hands moving all across Mateo’s hot skin, and it’s with a warm pant of breath against the shell of the Botanist’s ear, that a hoarse sound akin to a laugh leaves him. “S’like y’were made for me.” With just how perfect he fits into Mateo’s ass, each and every sensation drawn to the surface having Thorn’s body shivering with pure delight.
The stillness doesn’t last long, not as he gets his positioning under way, hand wrapped around Mateo’s cock with just enough pressure that with each thrust sensation is drawn through the other man. His free hand rises to Mateo’s throat, fingertips pressing in gently against his heartbeat as his pace quickens and he too spots the person hurrying past to their next appointment, and it has Thorn moving in earnest now. Something about being watched or people knowing what’s happening only has the courtesan preening, and likely also beneficial for his work.
Each thrust, with their positioning, is enough to cause the table to bounce with low sounding thumps, and Thorn nips at Mateo’s earlobe with another breathy and throaty purr leaving him. “Look at you bein’ so good for me.” The hand at Mateo’s cock squeezes lightly with another thrust, as if emulating it isn’t just the two of them there.
The stillness doesn’t last long, not as he gets his positioning under way, hand wrapped around Mateo’s cock with just enough pressure that with each thrust sensation is drawn through the other man. His free hand rises to Mateo’s throat, fingertips pressing in gently against his heartbeat as his pace quickens and he too spots the person hurrying past to their next appointment, and it has Thorn moving in earnest now. Something about being watched or people knowing what’s happening only has the courtesan preening, and likely also beneficial for his work.
Each thrust, with their positioning, is enough to cause the table to bounce with low sounding thumps, and Thorn nips at Mateo’s earlobe with another breathy and throaty purr leaving him. “Look at you bein’ so good for me.” The hand at Mateo’s cock squeezes lightly with another thrust, as if emulating it isn’t just the two of them there.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
