truth, dare, spin bottles

// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —

It takes a moment to get the answer, which is fine as far as the courtesan is concerned. He continues to move and adjust because their safe words have been established, and not a single thing has been mustered up from Everest to prove that he isn’t having fun. It allows him to start to loosen the other man up, utilizing his healing magic to try and alleviate any small discomforts before he lines his cock up and sinks into him with a sigh of near relief.

By that time, Everest’s words have registered, and Thorn smirks down to him as Everest gapes up at him, hands and fingertips gripping the other man’s legs easily as he starts to fuck him, picking an easy pace to start at, each one driving him up against that bundle of sensitive nerves. “Y’feel so fuckin’ good, Ever.” He purrs as his pace starts to pick up and Thorn adjusts slightly, trying to bring him back up from the small break taken, wondering if the other man would notice the difference in the strength of his orgasm when it occurs compared to any without edging.

It’s a question for after, though, because the courtesan is cognizant enough to fuck him in a way that keeps the mirrors quite beneficial for the research Everest is conducting, should he find it in him to look.

thorn

— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //