// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
Mateo succeeds, lips finding Thorn’s after making that little heady purr, and gods if it isn’t something that Thorn thrives with – tangled up with this stranger, complimenting and adoring and admittedly putting on a show for anyone drifting from room to room. He’s nothing but a performer, and with a partner like the botanist, he finds it easy to match and meet the other man’s gasps and moans with the continuous thrust of his hips.
The courtesan’s hand curls around Mateo’s throat, feeling his back arch into him. The hand at the other man’s cock tightens just enough so that with this new position and the dull echo of the table rocking, Thorn’s pretty confident they’ll ruin anything settled on the table. Not that he cares, truthfully. The messes were relatively easy to clean up.
Thorn’s thrusts grow harder and faster, hips snapping into the other man, the perfect lyricals that escape Mateo’s lips are met with grunted moans of trying to certainly get it to come true. “Then don’t.” He growls into Mateo’s ear, working even harder to get him to finish.
The courtesan’s hand curls around Mateo’s throat, feeling his back arch into him. The hand at the other man’s cock tightens just enough so that with this new position and the dull echo of the table rocking, Thorn’s pretty confident they’ll ruin anything settled on the table. Not that he cares, truthfully. The messes were relatively easy to clean up.
Thorn’s thrusts grow harder and faster, hips snapping into the other man, the perfect lyricals that escape Mateo’s lips are met with grunted moans of trying to certainly get it to come true. “Then don’t.” He growls into Mateo’s ear, working even harder to get him to finish.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
