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 balances enough to free both hands to slide his shirt off, impressive musculature flexing as he holds himself up long enough to discard it to the side the moment the courtesan plays with it. It allows Thorn to better see the shudder and flex that the caress of his magic causes, the way dusky nipples pebble and harden at even so slight a touch as that.
His legs go easily, clearly happy to have the decisions taken from his hands, especially in so pleasurable a way. Harper's dark blue eyes stay locked on Hawthorn's in turn, happy to escape in a color that doesn't hold any memories for him. He shudders and his hips jerk just a touch at the slow stroke of Thorn's tongue, only to forcibly still a moment later. Polite. Obedient. Patient. All things his hindbrain so desperately wants to prove he can be when the tables are turned like this.
It doesn't take long at all to get Harper fully erect, and he has to admit part of it is Thorn's skill. Then all thoughts are gone as the man sinks his lips over him to the base in one fell swoop, making Harper groan and fall back onto his elbows, thighs tightening just a touch around Thorn's head before he can force them still again. And though the angle is a little harder, Harper keeps his head tilted to watch it all, cheeks flush and beauty marks standing out darkly as tan skin goes pink. One hand lifts and automatically, gently, brushes hair off Thorn's forehead. Never asking for more, refusing to push or buck or beg. Giving away pieces of himself without even knowing it.
His legs go easily, clearly happy to have the decisions taken from his hands, especially in so pleasurable a way. Harper's dark blue eyes stay locked on Hawthorn's in turn, happy to escape in a color that doesn't hold any memories for him. He shudders and his hips jerk just a touch at the slow stroke of Thorn's tongue, only to forcibly still a moment later. Polite. Obedient. Patient. All things his hindbrain so desperately wants to prove he can be when the tables are turned like this.
It doesn't take long at all to get Harper fully erect, and he has to admit part of it is Thorn's skill. Then all thoughts are gone as the man sinks his lips over him to the base in one fell swoop, making Harper groan and fall back onto his elbows, thighs tightening just a touch around Thorn's head before he can force them still again. And though the angle is a little harder, Harper keeps his head tilted to watch it all, cheeks flush and beauty marks standing out darkly as tan skin goes pink. One hand lifts and automatically, gently, brushes hair off Thorn's forehead. Never asking for more, refusing to push or buck or beg. Giving away pieces of himself without even knowing it.
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
