truth, dare, spin bottles

// i am heaven sent, don't you dare forget —

Ever is supposed to be learning, and Thorn is supposed to be teaching, even if he starts to get ahead of himself a little in his movements. It’s a dull realization that occurs when the confusion flares in Everest’s face just as much as his tone, the question airing and sparking that same catlike smile on his lips. His hands find Everest’s to make him pause in removing Thorn’s billowy shirt, collecting them together at his chest as he lets his green gaze focus on the other man. “It’s when you bring someone riiiiight to the very edge, but don’t let them finish. Not the first time, anyway.” He muses, before he takes those wrists, trying his best to twist the two men into the opposite positions.

The Aviator is much stronger than he is, but given the sake of learning and teaching, Thorn thinks he might be amenable to the swap. After all, with Everest on top he can start to implement all those things Thorn has just taught him. Including the shirt removal.

Releasing Everest’s hands when their positioning is right, he arcs his back and hums a little moaned sound out as if to spur the other man on. “Show me what you’ve learned so far, mm?” A brief pause as he peers up at the other man with a sparkle of curiosity in his gaze. "And feel free to try some stuff out if it feels right..."

thorn

— i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised //