[ their asses are so broke they shouldn't be thinking about dresses and lingerie but elysium's mind is wandering in that direction anyway. if thorns needed more encouragement that it's an excellent and completely fiscally responsible idea, elysium's his fingers provide it, curling against the very spot he knows will make thorns sing. ]
You'd look nice in lace. [ he whispers, breath hot and reverent. his eyelids flutter, heat once again pooling low. ] —You'd look even nicer with the lace thoroughly debauched.
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You'd look nice in lace. [ he whispers, breath hot and reverent. his eyelids flutter, heat once again pooling low. ] —You'd look even nicer with the lace thoroughly debauched.