Harper
I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel
It's all that I can give to you, my dear
It's all that I can give to you, my dear
Harper marvels at the transparency of the other man's pleasure, the satisfaction that lights up his face at Harper's easy acceptance of his presence. Is this the kind of gluttony he'd meant? Harper can understand why a job like this might appeal to someone who takes this much pleasure from touch.
The subtle wiggle-and-grind has Harper huffing a laugh through his nose across the surface of his drink as he takes another sip. The recognition has stopped bothering him; he has no reputation left to taint. "The very same. Terrible name, though, given I left not long after." He had taken pride in the name once, but it had been short-lived. Years upon years as a faithful Torcher - all dashed in one cowardly, desperate, selfish moment. He can't even say he regrets it.
He had come with drinking in mind more than sex, but Harper doesn't mind the change in plans. It feels strange for Thorn to be coming on so strong and to have so little reaction in his own head, but his body is perfectly in tune with the courtesan's goals, so what does it matter? Harper has dissociated through worse. Maybe the man's hands will numb him more than the alcohol. "If you tell me your name," he barters, though he runs his palm up Thorn's spine and straightens them both in preparation for sliding off the stool, ready to be led to a room.
The subtle wiggle-and-grind has Harper huffing a laugh through his nose across the surface of his drink as he takes another sip. The recognition has stopped bothering him; he has no reputation left to taint. "The very same. Terrible name, though, given I left not long after." He had taken pride in the name once, but it had been short-lived. Years upon years as a faithful Torcher - all dashed in one cowardly, desperate, selfish moment. He can't even say he regrets it.
He had come with drinking in mind more than sex, but Harper doesn't mind the change in plans. It feels strange for Thorn to be coming on so strong and to have so little reaction in his own head, but his body is perfectly in tune with the courtesan's goals, so what does it matter? Harper has dissociated through worse. Maybe the man's hands will numb him more than the alcohol. "If you tell me your name," he barters, though he runs his palm up Thorn's spine and straightens them both in preparation for sliding off the stool, ready to be led to a room.
I know you mean well, But I'm not a vessel for your good intent
My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear
My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear
