[ or maybe he will, who even knows how long the distraction will last them. but thorns kisses the side of elysium's face, making sure that he gets any spots that are especially dirty to show that he doesn't really care about any of that. ]
Doesn't that go without saying? Every part of you is mine, Elysium.
[ things he would have never said in the first few timelines but now says so completely seriously and without embarrassment.
his hand falls downward until it falls to elysium's waistband. he starts unbuttoning his pants slowly, yet there's still a sense of urgency with his his fingers stumble with the task. ]
[ by now, they've said and done so many things that feel unrecognisable it justifies them shedding their names entirely. he isn't patient enough to wait for thorns to peel away every last layer; instead, he pulls him back into another kiss, teeth catching his lip as his hips move to meet thorns' rhythm.
it doesn't make it easier. if anything, it only exposes how restless he's become, breath already turning heavy. ]
[ there's a brief pause when thorns' hand might brush against a blister pack—elysium only registering it once fingers slip into his pocket. without calling attention to it, and as subtly as he can manage, his hand redirects, finding where he actually keeps the lube and presses it into thorns' palm instead.
it is, of course, pure coincidence that he pushes in with a firmer kiss at the same time. best not to read into it. ]
[ at the very least, he is so preoccupied at the moment that he isn't really thinking about what he just touched. it may hit him later, but for now, elysium is in the clear as thorns kisses him back just as fiercely.
meanwhile, he clumsily starts to prep himself. he isn't being as thorough as he should for the situation, but why should he make elysium wait.... ]
[ the sigh he breathes against thorns could mean any number of things. still, he presses on, until it slips into a soft whine as he catches on to what thorns is doing. instinctively, his hand follows, nudging thorns' away with a gentle but insistent tap. ]
Just like how I'm the only one allowed to put my hands on you—no one else.
[ they have reached a new level of ill. and for now, what that means is that even thorns doesn't get to touch himself… ]
even worse, thorns doesn't even fight it? he thinks it's endearing, because all of his braincells have been fried beyond help?? is this what love does to a person, or is this repeated trauma that no one else would understand besides the person he's pressed against? anyway.
[ DERANGED?! this is love… they could be committing war crimes against other people, but they're keeping it to themselves. they're pure.
he hums a little too happily feeling the fluid against his fingers. he could get to work immediately, but no, he leans in to kiss thorns' jaw and nibble his ear. ]
We can prepare each other at the same time.
[ just
takes thorns hand and smears a portion of what he has on his. this is so normal. ]
thorns does not complain or comment on this, and instead just rubs it on his other fingers so that they're all coated with it semi-evenly. he's more than fine with this? with his other hand, he'll just work to pull down his own pants.
docybara meanwhile is not in frame so their child remains pure and good ]
[ the grass in the countryside is delicious. thank you, shu… their child thrives while they themselves remain a mess.
they might as well use up the whole bottle considering where they're about to go. and as elysium grounds himself with a bite into thorns' shoulder, he starts to add finger by finger, working thorns thoroughly. ]
[ shu probably doesn't want to be thanked for this.
still, thorns just rocks against elysium's hand, trying to hurry him along. he's willing to drag this on as much as he can, but he also wants to feel elysium properly as quickly as possible––it's a conflicting need, but he's sure elysium understands it. ]
We haven't done this in a while.
[ it has probably just been a few days. this is unwell. ]
[ do you think they're insane enough to do it on a daily basis, francy… maybe that's why they're both so on the edge.
but it's the exact desperation they have for each other that heightens every touch, every sensation. the knowledge that thorns is willing to do this somewhere that absolutely shouldn't invite it makes his eyes flutter shut, the heat coil tight. he keeps his voice low, mindful of where they are, though every so often he still can't stop the soft, broken sound thorns pulls from him. ]
We haven't. You're always attractive, but I think I like you most like this.
[ like it feels as though they might not survive without the other pressed this close. it's not every day the stakes are this high. it's only in situations like this that elysium thinks about how far they've fallen. and yet, there is no getting up. only going deeper and deeper into this abyss they've carved for themselves. ]
[ well, is falling really a bad thing when they have each other? they may be distant versions of themselves, to the point where they only become more unrecognizable by the day to whoever who may have known them, but thorns can live with that. as long as he has elysium, he's able to turn a blind eye to so many things.
it's just that, if you look away for too long eventually you're going to stumble.
but none of that matters right now. there's more pressing things to attend to, like–– ]
[ elysium would give up any and every part of himself, tangible or otherwise, if it meant staying with thorns. he might argue they hadn't turned away soon enough… but that hardly matters now when they're making up for it by banging in god forsaken nowhere while on the run and in ruin. ]
Aren't you forgetting something? You still have to work me up.
[ not that it'll take much. he's already halfway there. ]
[ well it's one way to scare off their pursuers, anyway
thorns leans in to bite at elysium's jaw, his expression as close to pouting as he can manage. ]
Just this wasn't enough to do it? I need to work on that.
[ he doesn't want to move off of elysium completely so a bj is off the table... so instead he just wraps his hand around elysium to start to stroke him. ]
[ as much as he would like thorns to stroke him to full length here and now, his hand rests over thorns as he breathes into his ear. there would be no point in reaching his climax if thorns isn't perfectly content with it, as the experience is as much his as it is theirs togerher. ]
[ for reasons other than just being h*rny, but thorns in general would just want to know. there are a lot of things he won't be able to give elysium in the long run, so he wants to try whatever he can when they still have the chance.
he wants to know everything that makes his most beloved person who he is, but especially the parts no one else sees. ]
… I like it when you're rough with me. But that's because of how indifferent you pretend to be. You're kind to your very core, despite what people might think. You enjoy fighting, but it's a different story when it involves actively harming others.
[ his words taper off as he leans in, catching thorns' mouth, teeth grazing just enough to tease before he pulls away again. his hands follow, tracing back up along thorns' shoulders and the clean line of his collarbones. he leaves another bite to join the series of marks he's left over their past while of being together. ]
That's why it's intoxicating when that kindness wavers. What's rarer is your animosity and aggression.
[ are they not supposed to be touching each other right now? sorry. his hand finds thorns despite himself, closing in with confidence as he keeps speaking in a low murmur. ]
I think about it more than I should—about you losing your cool, about you finally giving in instead of holding yourself back. Imagining you letting your emotions take over like that leaves me a goner in seconds flat. [ … ] That's my Thorns. Is there anything else in the world that can make you unravel like that but me?
and it makes sense, since elysium has asked before for thorns to handle him more roughly when they got intimate in the past. it does take some rewiring though, since there is no one who thorns wants to treat as delicately as he does elysium. that's his bbbb?
but that also means giving him what he wants. he pulls away slightly, just enough so he can look at his face properly. ]
Do you imagine it? Me holding you down? Holding your arms so tightly that it leaves a mark?
how many lifetimes has it been since elysium was the one kicking up fusses over hickeys and marks? being owned by thorns gives him purpose—much like being mantra's second-in-command or a catastrophe messenger in a remote location no one else would want to be. there's nowhere else he'd rather be but here, no other touch he'd rather have but thorns. ]
I don't want just a mark. [ he meets thorns' gaze as he says this. ] I want as many from you as physically possible.
[ bodies have a tendency to be honest, breath growing more laboured the deeper they go. ]
Okay. [ what else can he say to that? ] No one else will be able to look at you.
[ he crashes their mouths together again, idly wondering, for not the first time, how they got here. but whatever the answer to that question is, he wouldn't actually change it. there are things he would like to redo and try again, but in the end every second that that has passed is a second with elysium by his side. and what's better than that?
without any warning, though, thorns will push elysium onto his back. ]
[ he could tell elysium to get a grip. of all the times elysium has upped the ante, coaxed thorns into increasingly risky territory, or even when thorns realised just how much fire elysium was playing with by turning time again and again, he could have said something.
thorns is impossibly kind. and because of that kindness, he has never once truly denied elysium anything, has he? there's a soft sound as elysium is pressed down against his back, but he doesn't move from where thorns has put him. he just grins, all self-satisfaction and challenge. ]
[ unfortunately thorns is fine with all of elysium's kinks, the only thing they ever fully struggled with was being completely tied down because their need to touch each other tends to outweigh everything else.
it is funny that they were going to start off with elysium topping and now things have completely switched gears. okay. but his hand goes to grab elysium's so he can pin them over his head. if he wanted to he could get up and grab rope, but he doesn't actually want to move away from him. ]
What do you imagine exactly? I want to know what you fantasize about.
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[ or maybe he will, who even knows how long the distraction will last them. but thorns kisses the side of elysium's face, making sure that he gets any spots that are especially dirty to show that he doesn't really care about any of that. ]
You're beautiful, you know.
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[ restraint? don't know her. ]
Not even death's allowed to do us part.
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[ things he would have never said in the first few timelines but now says so completely seriously and without embarrassment.
his hand falls downward until it falls to elysium's waistband. he starts unbuttoning his pants slowly, yet there's still a sense of urgency with his his fingers stumble with the task. ]
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[ by now, they've said and done so many things that feel unrecognisable it justifies them shedding their names entirely. he isn't patient enough to wait for thorns to peel away every last layer; instead, he pulls him back into another kiss, teeth catching his lip as his hips move to meet thorns' rhythm.
it doesn't make it easier. if anything, it only exposes how restless he's become, breath already turning heavy. ]
Faster. Or I'll forget.
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[ it's more of an observation than anything.
his other hand starts to rustle through elysium's pockets, also with a sense of impatience despite what he just said. where is he hiding the lube... ]
But I also love that about you.
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[ there's a brief pause when thorns' hand might brush against a blister pack—elysium only registering it once fingers slip into his pocket. without calling attention to it, and as subtly as he can manage, his hand redirects, finding where he actually keeps the lube and presses it into thorns' palm instead.
it is, of course, pure coincidence that he pushes in with a firmer kiss at the same time. best not to read into it. ]
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[ at the very least, he is so preoccupied at the moment that he isn't really thinking about what he just touched. it may hit him later, but for now, elysium is in the clear as thorns kisses him back just as fiercely.
meanwhile, he clumsily starts to prep himself. he isn't being as thorough as he should for the situation, but why should he make elysium wait.... ]
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[ the sigh he breathes against thorns could mean any number of things. still, he presses on, until it slips into a soft whine as he catches on to what thorns is doing. instinctively, his hand follows, nudging thorns' away with a gentle but insistent tap. ]
Just like how I'm the only one allowed to put my hands on you—no one else.
[ they have reached a new level of ill. and for now, what that means is that even thorns doesn't get to touch himself… ]
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even worse, thorns doesn't even fight it? he thinks it's endearing, because all of his braincells have been fried beyond help?? is this what love does to a person, or is this repeated trauma that no one else would understand besides the person he's pressed against? anyway.
he pours lube onto elysium's fingers. ]
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he hums a little too happily feeling the fluid against his fingers. he could get to work immediately, but no, he leans in to kiss thorns' jaw and nibble his ear. ]
We can prepare each other at the same time.
[ just
takes thorns hand and smears a portion of what he has on his. this is so normal. ]
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thorns does not complain or comment on this, and instead just rubs it on his other fingers so that they're all coated with it semi-evenly. he's more than fine with this? with his other hand, he'll just work to pull down his own pants.
docybara meanwhile is not in frame so their child remains pure and good ]
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they might as well use up the whole bottle considering where they're about to go. and as elysium grounds himself with a bite into thorns' shoulder, he starts to add finger by finger, working thorns thoroughly. ]
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still, thorns just rocks against elysium's hand, trying to hurry him along. he's willing to drag this on as much as he can, but he also wants to feel elysium properly as quickly as possible––it's a conflicting need, but he's sure elysium understands it. ]
We haven't done this in a while.
[ it has probably just been a few days. this is unwell. ]
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but it's the exact desperation they have for each other that heightens every touch, every sensation. the knowledge that thorns is willing to do this somewhere that absolutely shouldn't invite it makes his eyes flutter shut, the heat coil tight. he keeps his voice low, mindful of where they are, though every so often he still can't stop the soft, broken sound thorns pulls from him. ]
We haven't. You're always attractive, but I think I like you most like this.
[ like it feels as though they might not survive without the other pressed this close. it's not every day the stakes are this high. it's only in situations like this that elysium thinks about how far they've fallen. and yet, there is no getting up. only going deeper and deeper into this abyss they've carved for themselves. ]
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it's just that, if you look away for too long eventually you're going to stumble.
but none of that matters right now. there's more pressing things to attend to, like–– ]
I need you. Let me feel you.
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Aren't you forgetting something? You still have to work me up.
[ not that it'll take much. he's already halfway there. ]
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thorns leans in to bite at elysium's jaw, his expression as close to pouting as he can manage. ]
Just this wasn't enough to do it? I need to work on that.
[ he doesn't want to move off of elysium completely so a bj is off the table... so instead he just wraps his hand around elysium to start to stroke him. ]
Better?
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[ as much as he would like thorns to stroke him to full length here and now, his hand rests over thorns as he breathes into his ear. there would be no point in reaching his climax if thorns isn't perfectly content with it, as the experience is as much his as it is theirs togerher. ]
Should I start talking about my fantasies?
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[ for reasons other than just being h*rny, but thorns in general would just want to know. there are a lot of things he won't be able to give elysium in the long run, so he wants to try whatever he can when they still have the chance.
he wants to know everything that makes his most beloved person who he is, but especially the parts no one else sees. ]
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[ his words taper off as he leans in, catching thorns' mouth, teeth grazing just enough to tease before he pulls away again. his hands follow, tracing back up along thorns' shoulders and the clean line of his collarbones. he leaves another bite to join the series of marks he's left over their past while of being together. ]
That's why it's intoxicating when that kindness wavers. What's rarer is your animosity and aggression.
[ are they not supposed to be touching each other right now? sorry. his hand finds thorns despite himself, closing in with confidence as he keeps speaking in a low murmur. ]
I think about it more than I should—about you losing your cool, about you finally giving in instead of holding yourself back. Imagining you letting your emotions take over like that leaves me a goner in seconds flat. [ … ] That's my Thorns. Is there anything else in the world that can make you unravel like that but me?
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and it makes sense, since elysium has asked before for thorns to handle him more roughly when they got intimate in the past. it does take some rewiring though, since there is no one who thorns wants to treat as delicately as he does elysium. that's his bbbb?
but that also means giving him what he wants. he pulls away slightly, just enough so he can look at his face properly. ]
Do you imagine it? Me holding you down? Holding your arms so tightly that it leaves a mark?
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how many lifetimes has it been since elysium was the one kicking up fusses over hickeys and marks? being owned by thorns gives him purpose—much like being mantra's second-in-command or a catastrophe messenger in a remote location no one else would want to be. there's nowhere else he'd rather be but here, no other touch he'd rather have but thorns. ]
I don't want just a mark. [ he meets thorns' gaze as he says this. ] I want as many from you as physically possible.
[ bodies have a tendency to be honest, breath growing more laboured the deeper they go. ]
Make me yours. Fully and entirely.
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[ he crashes their mouths together again, idly wondering, for not the first time, how they got here. but whatever the answer to that question is, he wouldn't actually change it. there are things he would like to redo and try again, but in the end every second that that has passed is a second with elysium by his side. and what's better than that?
without any warning, though, thorns will push elysium onto his back. ]
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thorns is impossibly kind. and because of that kindness, he has never once truly denied elysium anything, has he? there's a soft sound as elysium is pressed down against his back, but he doesn't move from where thorns has put him. he just grins, all self-satisfaction and challenge. ]
I don't need anyone else to. Do your worst.
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it is funny that they were going to start off with elysium topping and now things have completely switched gears. okay. but his hand goes to grab elysium's so he can pin them over his head. if he wanted to he could get up and grab rope, but he doesn't actually want to move away from him. ]
What do you imagine exactly? I want to know what you fantasize about.
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