[ it tickles, but it's nowhere near as much as it would if thorns dragged himself just a touch lower. elysium's hand cradles thorns' cheek before sliding down to his chin, tilting it upward as though he's appraising a particularly exquisite gem. ]

You can still use your voice? That's surprising.

[ he draws thorns up until he's nearly straddling his lap, close enough to steal the breath from his mouth. he does—once, then twice. ]

Yeah. Until you can't say—or call—anyone else's name. If you've got this much energy left, then show me how much you want it.

[ please don't look at elysium for any impulse control whatsoever that was gone, like, two timelines ago ]