[ 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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[ 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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