// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
Despite being in the world’s most boring room in existence, Thorn is having a surprising amount of fun with showing the Aviator little tips and tricks. Especially as he hears the ohs that keep leaving him, drinking in the flush of his cheeks and the smiles, the curiosity tenfold in his experience. The courtesan’s hands drift lower, eyes still focused intensely on the other man’s face, the curl of a confident smile blooming on his lips.
“Sometimes.” He purrs, pausing just before any real fun, to lift his hands up to brush across Everest’s chest, dragging his palms across the other man’s pecs, over the clothes that still separate the two of them wholly from one another. “You can mix it up, too. Start fast an’ get soft, start soft ‘n get fast.” He hums as a thought occurs and his smile turns a bit more feline in roguish charm. “Do you know what edging is?” He asks, not giving Everest much time to think about an answer as he already starts to strip the other man of his clothes.
“Sometimes.” He purrs, pausing just before any real fun, to lift his hands up to brush across Everest’s chest, dragging his palms across the other man’s pecs, over the clothes that still separate the two of them wholly from one another. “You can mix it up, too. Start fast an’ get soft, start soft ‘n get fast.” He hums as a thought occurs and his smile turns a bit more feline in roguish charm. “Do you know what edging is?” He asks, not giving Everest much time to think about an answer as he already starts to strip the other man of his clothes.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
