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[transmit]

HELLO

"You've reached Elysium! Lost? Need an ear? I'm your guy! I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

GOODBYE

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inventory bc i don't know where else to put this:

cursed chihuahua papers

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[oversea]

[ OKAY.

unsurprisingly, he is fixated on the spot. thorns reaches over to press a finger on the mark that's darkest, trying to gauge the time frame for this. this is crazy but okay. ]

Hm. I can't tell you. I'm not giving you any hints.

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[ i think the optics are bad like a day before they spoke about waiting bad but please don't judge him… he is just a guy…

He is just a guy running his finger along Thorns' thigh, occasionally tracing loops and circles with his fingertip. ]

I already know. It's because there's no getting better.

[oversea]

Is that right?

[ he presses a little harder against the mark, his gaze shifting it to what elysium's own hand is doing. ]

Your breath feels warm.

[transmit]

[ His breath catches when Thorns presses down on the swollen spot, adrenaline flaring through his veins. The pressure at his neck should have triggered the instinct to pull away, but instead, he lets out only a small sound, the reaction doing nothing but underscore the unfathomable trust he has in Thorns. ]

Of course. You're the one who helped warm me up. [ His hand stills, splayed against his upper thigh. His mouth curves into a wider smile, eyes fluttering half-shut to narrow with intent. ] And——I can be the one to help you warm up, too. But I'm not allowed to touch you unless you give me permission, am I?

[ their fucking brothel larp ]

[oversea]

[ ...

this is really their life now, huh. he presses against him again, before just letting out a small breath of a laugh in disbelief. ]

Go ahead, then. Do what you want.

[transmit]

[ okay

The laugh kind of takes him out and brings him back down to reality. He jolts, a little like he'd gotten a little too carried away. ]

… Really? [ DISBELIEF ] Are you sure you want to let me do whatever I want?

[oversea]

[ elysium suddenly switching from being suave to nervous is

stupidly endearing, actually. probably more so than anything else they've done in the last ten minutes. ]

Anything.

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[ UGHHHHH

He was supposed to see Thorns getting nervous and reduced to a blushing mess… not like this. He buries his face in Thorns' thigh for a solid few seconds before he peeks back up, lips pursed.

With a quiet grumble: ]

… Can you lean down for a sec?

[ gestures with his hand. ]

[oversea]

[ cute...

thorns just looks at him, suspicious, before he does eventually lean down so that he's closer to elysium's face. ]

Yes?

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[ He meets Thorns halfway, going just high enough to brush a quick kiss to his mouth before lowering himself back to the floor. It happens so fast it could almost be missed. ]

Tell me if it doesn't feel good, okay? Or if you want me to do something differently.

[oversea]

[ ... soft.

somehow, elysium being sweet and careful is actually embarrassing him more than the lewd act. thorns nods. ]

Okay.

[transmit]

[ This is how he works Thorns up and b*ttoms for him… and how he continues to be terrible by refusing to allow Thorns to lift a finger.

i'm the coward actually there are too many eyes ]

[oversea]

[ HELP

the paywall is brought back up ]