// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
All Thorn wants is for Everest to start to relax – and he gets to see it start working in action as the handsome attuned’s shoulders lower from being trapped by his ears. The courtesan’s hands extend, the question slipping from his lips, and he listens intensely as Ever starts to explain that he doesn’t even know that much. It’s fine, though, because Ever is suddenly in his space and Thorn beams up at him with huge content.
He doesn’t pull or poke or prod yet, but the fact that their hands remain together in some way and Ever stands in front of him, he tilts his head a little coquettishly. “It depends on how the night is going and what the intentions are. Some wanna have romance, so you would spend this time wooing them by gentle and fleeting touches, compliments, foreplay." As for the rest of it? He starts to clear his throat a little and hums. “Some seem to be more interested I having sex than any of the lovey dovey stuff that came before it.” And each had their own route to go to.
So he runs his thumbs gently along the backs of Everest’s hands. “Usually, it’s an end goal, which means there’s time after if things go a little to quick.” He offers the advice easily, focused wholly on the beautiful view he gets from where he sits. “Sometimes the whole act itself is why a pair is made.” Like them, in this room of science and basically nothing, where Thorn is starting to guide Everest down the path. “Would you like to try one of the options?”
He doesn’t pull or poke or prod yet, but the fact that their hands remain together in some way and Ever stands in front of him, he tilts his head a little coquettishly. “It depends on how the night is going and what the intentions are. Some wanna have romance, so you would spend this time wooing them by gentle and fleeting touches, compliments, foreplay." As for the rest of it? He starts to clear his throat a little and hums. “Some seem to be more interested I having sex than any of the lovey dovey stuff that came before it.” And each had their own route to go to.
So he runs his thumbs gently along the backs of Everest’s hands. “Usually, it’s an end goal, which means there’s time after if things go a little to quick.” He offers the advice easily, focused wholly on the beautiful view he gets from where he sits. “Sometimes the whole act itself is why a pair is made.” Like them, in this room of science and basically nothing, where Thorn is starting to guide Everest down the path. “Would you like to try one of the options?”
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
