[ 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.
[ this is how they ended up in a vortex of obsession
but his hips still twitch with the need for stimulation, a near-tremour rippling through as thorns pins him down. the wait has always paid off better than instant gratification, so he doesn't call attention to how his body wants to beg; they've proven that to themselves, time and time again. ]
… You doing whatever you want to me for your own benefit, mine. You holding me down and leaving marks where your hands linger and press too hard. You writing your name into me so there's no mistaking who I belong to.
[ a pause. ]
Things that don't fade and last so no one forgets. So I don't, either, whenever I catch sight of myself in the mirror.
[ but ah, he might as well do what elysium asks. to think they thought this would only take ten minutes.
but thorns will do what he can to leave his mark. he presses his mouth against elysium's neck, sucking at the skin until it bruises before he moves onto the next spot. he does this over and over, until there's color blossoming all through his exposed skin there. and then he moves down. is elysium still wearing his shirt?? if he is, he's not anymore, as thorns tears it off. his mouth finds its way to his collarbones, and then down his chest, giving each spot attention as he bites against the skin. ]
When I'd get desperate to pass time, thinking about this was how I'd get by. I'd have to keep a straight face and everything, you know?
[ he would get fired so fast if not and he knows how thorns felt about having stable employment with insurance. still, it's incredible what thoughts he's learned to completely filter from his expression, and how he was somehow functional despite having his mind permanently in the gutter.
a complete contrast to how he is now, writhing under each one of thorns' ministrations, face completely flushed. ]
But why would I do anything, when I know anything you'd do would feel infinitely better? [ the words come out unsteady. he has to close his eyes just to remember how to breathe; watching thorns like this is enough to steal it from him entirely. ] Look. I can barely hold myself back.
[ if thorns was normal, he would probably scold elysium for being too h*rny on the job. unfortunately they have passed the point of normalcy ages ago, so here we are now.
he has reaches his navel, and he kisses a train downward. ]
Is that right? Did you ever touch yourself while there?
[ said in the same way you might ask someone if they had breakfast that morning. ]
[ what an insane thing to ask. his fingers find themselves threading into thorns' hair, roughly encouraging him downward. ]
I thought about it. Using my break to, then contacting you with the communicator. Asking you to coincide yours with mine and we could have a tryst that way.
[ his breath catches. phone sex without phone sex being a thing. incredible. ]
But that'd just delay getting back to you, so I'd dash it every time. Should I have not?
[ maybe he wouldn't have actually done it if it came up, but now that they're talking about it in retrospect then, yeah. they definitely could have had phone sex while on the clock.
[ though, it wouldn't be surprising if, given the chance after this conversation, they did. his thighs quiver as his hand tightens in thorns' hair, fingers curling as he tugs. and with thorns now between his legs…
he hooks them around his shoulders, locking him close. ]
… Which do you think wins out? Hearing my voice, or your sadism? [ … ] You win either way, so I guess it doesn't matter that much.
[ it's a conversation they've had before, not always with a sexual context, but it's still pleasantly familiar. thorns takes his time in marking elysium's thighs, making sure that he won't be able to touch anywhere without his fingers brushing against a mark. he only pulls away enough so that he can move to his tip ad he gives it a small lick
[ he draws in a sharp breath, his body going taut as his fingers reflexively press into thorns' scalp. it used to be so unfamiliar to be this intimate with anyone—as well as being so willing to relinquish not just his heart, but everything he is. if thorns wants him to jump, he'll jump. if he wants him to beg, he'll beg. save for the one obvious exception, there's nothing he won't do.
the more marks thorns blooms into his skin, the hotter the heat coils in his core. ]
Like——that. Wanting me to unravel without direct stimulation… [ one hand slides down, two fingers hooking under thorns' chin to angle it up. hi. ] I'm pretty sure that's the definition of it. Sádico.
[ as if there's rules against having two in a relationship. can you be one and also a masochist? well, they've found a way somehow. it's not until he has successfully covered both of elysium's thighs in marks that he finally comes back up so that he can kiss him again. ]
[ this is so ill. he pulls away just so he can figure out where the bottle of lube fell to so he can pick it up again and go to work on opening elysium up, moving a little more swiftly than he would normally do. while he's not in a rush to end the experience, elysium did say he wanted to be treated more roughly... ]
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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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but his hips still twitch with the need for stimulation, a near-tremour rippling through as thorns pins him down. the wait has always paid off better than instant gratification, so he doesn't call attention to how his body wants to beg; they've proven that to themselves, time and time again. ]
… You doing whatever you want to me for your own benefit, mine. You holding me down and leaving marks where your hands linger and press too hard. You writing your name into me so there's no mistaking who I belong to.
[ a pause. ]
Things that don't fade and last so no one forgets. So I don't, either, whenever I catch sight of myself in the mirror.
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[ but ah, he might as well do what elysium asks. to think they thought this would only take ten minutes.
but thorns will do what he can to leave his mark. he presses his mouth against elysium's neck, sucking at the skin until it bruises before he moves onto the next spot. he does this over and over, until there's color blossoming all through his exposed skin there. and then he moves down. is elysium still wearing his shirt?? if he is, he's not anymore, as thorns tears it off. his mouth finds its way to his collarbones, and then down his chest, giving each spot attention as he bites against the skin. ]
Do you do anything while thinking about this?
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[ he would get fired so fast if not and he knows how thorns felt about having stable employment with insurance. still, it's incredible what thoughts he's learned to completely filter from his expression, and how he was somehow functional despite having his mind permanently in the gutter.
a complete contrast to how he is now, writhing under each one of thorns' ministrations, face completely flushed. ]
But why would I do anything, when I know anything you'd do would feel infinitely better? [ the words come out unsteady. he has to close his eyes just to remember how to breathe; watching thorns like this is enough to steal it from him entirely. ] Look. I can barely hold myself back.
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he has reaches his navel, and he kisses a train downward. ]
Is that right? Did you ever touch yourself while there?
[ said in the same way you might ask someone if they had breakfast that morning. ]
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I thought about it. Using my break to, then contacting you with the communicator. Asking you to coincide yours with mine and we could have a tryst that way.
[ his breath catches. phone sex without phone sex being a thing. incredible. ]
But that'd just delay getting back to you, so I'd dash it every time. Should I have not?
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[ maybe he wouldn't have actually done it if it came up, but now that they're talking about it in retrospect then, yeah. they definitely could have had phone sex while on the clock.
he bites at elysium's inner thigh. ]
To hear you try to keep quiet.
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[ though, it wouldn't be surprising if, given the chance after this conversation, they did. his thighs quiver as his hand tightens in thorns' hair, fingers curling as he tugs. and with thorns now between his legs…
he hooks them around his shoulders, locking him close. ]
… Which do you think wins out? Hearing my voice, or your sadism? [ … ] You win either way, so I guess it doesn't matter that much.
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[ it's a conversation they've had before, not always with a sexual context, but it's still pleasantly familiar. thorns takes his time in marking elysium's thighs, making sure that he won't be able to touch anywhere without his fingers brushing against a mark. he only pulls away enough so that he can move to his tip ad he gives it a small lick
and then moves on from it again. lol. ]
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[ he draws in a sharp breath, his body going taut as his fingers reflexively press into thorns' scalp. it used to be so unfamiliar to be this intimate with anyone—as well as being so willing to relinquish not just his heart, but everything he is. if thorns wants him to jump, he'll jump. if he wants him to beg, he'll beg. save for the one obvious exception, there's nothing he won't do.
the more marks thorns blooms into his skin, the hotter the heat coils in his core. ]
Like——that. Wanting me to unravel without direct stimulation… [ one hand slides down, two fingers hooking under thorns' chin to angle it up. hi. ] I'm pretty sure that's the definition of it. Sádico.
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[ as if there's rules against having two in a relationship. can you be one and also a masochist? well, they've found a way somehow. it's not until he has successfully covered both of elysium's thighs in marks that he finally comes back up so that he can kiss him again. ]
Too bad you don't wear shorts often.
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[ he says this so readily, hungrily kissing thorns back and chasing him with his tongue. ]
Everything else is there in the event someone has any ideas. Do you want me to be more revealing?
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[ this is so ill. he pulls away just so he can figure out where the bottle of lube fell to so he can pick it up again and go to work on opening elysium up, moving a little more swiftly than he would normally do. while he's not in a rush to end the experience, elysium did say he wanted to be treated more roughly... ]
They look nice.
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