// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —
“It gets your heart pumping.” Thorn says in a wistful sigh – nothing bad, but to give the air of the dramatics in which he speaks on it. In fact, he starts with those gentle and fleeting touches on the back of Ever’s hand, head tilting as he listens to his partner’s admissions, nodding his understanding. “That’s completely normal.” He muses, getting the thought that Everest might think that there was something wrong with the difference.
There isn’t.
Thorn’s gaze remains glued to the attuned’s face as the question reaches him, and there’s a gentle smile that flickers across his face as he starts to move, pressing himself between Everest’s legs, hands ghosting up in those gentle and fleeting touches toward the other man’s head, moving to cup his jaw with both of his palms, keeping his head tilted up so Thorn can lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips, short and chaste. “This is slow and sweet.” He informs Ever with a breathy tone bordering on a soft little moan.
It's an act that only lasts however long it takes to let it really sink in for the Aviator, before those hands are growing rougher, Thorn pulling himself back a little to push at Everest’s chest to push him back against the white bedsheets, hovering over him as his hands start to roam with more pressure down from his chest toward his navel. “This is quick.” He tilts his head with all the handsome confidence, peering down at the Aviator to see which he preferred out of the two so far.
There isn’t.
Thorn’s gaze remains glued to the attuned’s face as the question reaches him, and there’s a gentle smile that flickers across his face as he starts to move, pressing himself between Everest’s legs, hands ghosting up in those gentle and fleeting touches toward the other man’s head, moving to cup his jaw with both of his palms, keeping his head tilted up so Thorn can lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips, short and chaste. “This is slow and sweet.” He informs Ever with a breathy tone bordering on a soft little moan.
It's an act that only lasts however long it takes to let it really sink in for the Aviator, before those hands are growing rougher, Thorn pulling himself back a little to push at Everest’s chest to push him back against the white bedsheets, hovering over him as his hands start to roam with more pressure down from his chest toward his navel. “This is quick.” He tilts his head with all the handsome confidence, peering down at the Aviator to see which he preferred out of the two so far.
thorn
— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //
what all the other boys all promised //
