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[transmit]

[ he is waiting for thorns to start at any time. he is actively dying as thorns reads.

like, he wants thorns to do a good job but also: ]

My neck is starting to hurt…

[oversea]

[ he gives him a noogie. stop complaining.

but then he will get to work on his actual hair... it's fine... he is being so careful, but mostly because he doesn't want to mess up the feathers. they are so important to him. ]

[transmit]

[ and

therein lies the exact problem. the feathers almost… flutter? the longer thorns works on them, a little like they're ticklish. or sensitive. it's hard to tell. elysium is very obviously fighting not to squirm under the attention. life is hell. ]

[oversea]

You keep moving.

[ he just calls it out.

it's also so hard not to try to play with the feathers, since he is fully aware elysium seems extra sensitive with them. thinks of all the times he licked them. ]

[transmit]

Are reflexes something you can just turn off?

[ the feathers fluff up like they're begging to be touched, trembling faintly when they're doused instead. the closer thorns' hands get to their base, the warmer his face burns. ]

You said you'd take care of me.

[ STERN REMINDER #1 ]

[oversea]

How am I not taking care of you?

[ how is it his fault that elysium is extra sensitive in the one place thorns currently has to touch a lot!!! who was it who said that thorns needed to do a very thorough job?

appreciate him... ]

[transmit]

[ he is not wrong.







just continues to stew very angrily while occasionally twitching in his spot. bye. ]

[oversea]

I wish you could see your face right now.

[ elysium is just sooo cute

thorns is very pleased? he enjoys this exchange between them. ]

[transmit]

I knew you'd be like this.

[ he grumbles about how unfair this is, that thorns should have obvious weak points too, and that he's definitely not showing as much mercy the next time something gets stuck up his ass like this is a thing he's going to make happen.

not that the two situations are remotely comparable, but okay. some people live to be dramatic. ]

[oversea]

You are so whiny.

[ it was elysium's fault that happened thorns is going to kill him

but he will do his best to get the dye in every spot of his hair. yes thorns spends more time at his feathers that is necessary, but elysium cannot prove it. so it's fine. ]

[transmit]

[ it can be his fault it happens a second time.

but by the end of it, he is so overstimulated he's ready to snap thorns over his knee. thorns cannot kill him if he intends to kill thorns first. ]

…

[ the black hair is affecting him on a psychological level… this is his villain origin story. ]

[oversea]

See? That wasn't that bad.

[ he says, after it was that bad for elysium.

thorns gives him a congratulatory pat. ]

What now?

[transmit]

We wait for it to dry.

[ he's dead inside. he is probably such a visual with his hair still wet and entirely black. thorns' seagull is now a r̴̭̻̩͗͋a̵̼̥͕̕ṿ̴̻̽͂e̴̡̽n̷̜̘͑̕͜͝… ]

[oversea]

[ he leans forward to give elysium a consolation kiss. ]

Are you done being a baby?

[ please stop antagonizing him. ]

[transmit]

[ help. he pulls thorns into his lap and sinks against him. the immediate answer is no, punctuated with kisses and aggressive bites trailing from his ear down to his shoulder.

the eventual answer: ]

When I haven't even started on my revenge? Not a chance.

[oversea]

I didn't even do anything.

[ however, he isn't really complaining about this.

....

the black is definitely going to take a while to get used to, but this is better than plucking his feathers. a thing elysium definitely would not have been able to go through with after what just happened during a less extreme act. ]

[transmit]

[ i have truly read so much about birds and their stupid feathers in the last few days. he also would've probably started bleeding everywhere which is not exactly ideal.

…

he decides to bite down extra hard. ]

My image's completely changed. Should I lean into it?

[oversea]

[ HELP

he squirms at the bite, but doesn't try to move away from it. ]

Hm. Are you going to be rougher, then?

[transmit]

Is the idea turning you on?

[ his hand glides down the length of thorns' arm, then veers with a languid ease toward his front, fingers hovering just shy of slipping beneath his hem. ]

I wouldn't be much of a wanted man if I were gentle.

[oversea]

[ the way he is not gentle so many times already that he doesn't even need this as an excuse.

thorns just leans into the touch instead of pointing that out, not wanting to break their larp. they need to stop, they're outside. ]

You always turn me on. So I like it when you go further.

[ the base level is being h*rny ]

[transmit]

[ they've technically been edged since the ship; this was only a natural conclusion to events once they found the slightest bit of privacy away from civilisation.

but he hums in appreciation as his hand slips beneath the curtain of thorns' clothing, fingers finding his shaft and teasing around it before coaxing it out into the open air. ]

It'll be trouble if you can't move tomorrow.

[ said like this isn't his problem. hm. ]

Mm… but limit testing sounds kind of exciting. You seem to recover so quickly no matter how hard I go.

[ once again thinking about thorns' passive. on the run is not the time for this but at the same time, what makes you break past your limits more than your life being on the line? insane. ]

[oversea]

[ this is so unwell.

thorns lets out a small gasp, and leans forward to set his forehead against elysium's shoulder. ]

Then just go harder. We can see how it goes.

[ if he can't walk then he can't walk they do not have a deadline. ]

[transmit]

[ they made it a little over forty-eight hours (citation needed) without banging. good for them. but now, out in the middle of nowhere with only the night as their veil, they're free to be as shamelessly nasty as they want.

sure, part of this is payback for thorns' bullying and he fully intends to return the favor, but in the same span of time, he's also grown objectively more unhinged. he wants to etch himself into thorns, into every nerve and fibre of his being, until the only thing left to do is drag his name out of thorns' throat raw and unrestrained from the bottom of his soul. sue him.

he'll try to time it perfectly, push thorns over the edge at the peak of it it, and at this point, there's no excuse for this kind of behavior. they are outside.

does thorns want to check elysium into a psychiatric ward yet. ]

[oversea]

[ they are extremely outside.

thorns, instead of being concerned about elysium, just slumps against him and starts to nibble at his ear idly. sorry, the only thing he can see is hearts and the most amazing person in the world before him. will he be able to walk later?

well, he doesn't need to walk now, and that's what matters. ]

Can we go again?

[ please don't you're outside ]

[transmit]

[ 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 ]