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[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 ]

[oversea]

[ they need so much help

but thorns just grabs elysium's wrist and moves it until his hand is over thorns' h*le. he may regret this in a few hours, but right now it's the only thing that matters. because it's true that how much they can be intimate with each other may lessen (instead of banging every day it might be every few days, wow) so they need to do as much as they can when they can.

he does not consider being normal instead. ]

I hope you're ready to carry me.

[transmit]

Do you feel empty without anything in you…?

[ what a thing to say. his hands stay poised where they are, and unless thorns inserts them himself, they aren't moving anywhere or in any way that would be gratifying. he laughs a light, amused sound, fingers curling just before thorns' entrance. ]

Now that's an in. [ double entendres. ] We're runaways and my husband ended up sick mid-journey. We need a place to stay; in the meantime, I'm good with my hands and willing to do any work that comes my way.

Ah.

Should I be calling you wifey?

[ hehe… ]

[oversea]

You can call me whatever you want.

[ he presses against his fingers, a low whine coming out of his throat that elysium isn't doing anything while ignoring that they literally just finished. it's fine. ]

Maybe I should have bought a dress instead? Lingerie?

[transmit]

[ 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.

[oversea]

[ this really should not be anything they should be talking about, but here we are.

the thing is, he would also like to see elysium in this, but he is at least aware that the current scenario (cursed) does not really fall into that so he won't bring it up right this second. but he will like to see elysium in lace too, thank you.

for now, he just bites elysium to try to drown out a moan. ]

You can pick out your favorite.

[transmit]

[ with the way things are going, they literally won't have access to a nice lingerie store for another few weeks or even months. so all they're doing is making things worse for themselves unless thorns can suddenly transmute lace—sad!!

but that realisation will have to come later, or maybe that's even the point. he moans, low, at the feeling of thorns' teeth sinking into his skin.

without the explicit order, he isn't terribly patient these days, pulling his fingers out to pin thorns onto his back. ]

They'd all be my favourite. [ he leans in to kiss him on the mouth, biting down on his lip. ] Why don't you surprise me?

[ he has his praise kink, yes, but thorns also wanting his validation is empowering in its own way… it's cute… ]

[oversea]

[ when they genuinely have no idea what each day is going to look like, it is nice to have small things to potentially look forward to. a little reward for getting through each day together and alive.

they threw away so much and thorns wants to make sure that elysium still gets nice things. he should never settle for less than that. ]

Okay. You can't complain.

[ he licks over the skin he bit. ]

Can you come inside me?

[transmit]

[ he has his nice thing! it's getting to start and end every day with thorns. it is such a novelty that it alone is enough to get through each day.

what's a better way of filling up the empty part of themselves than with each other? it's not settling when it's genuinely the best thing that's happened to him. he wonders why they didn't just do it sooner. ]

Only if you keep me inside of you in turn. Well?

[oversea]

Yeah, that's fine.

[ that's not fine that is gross but thorns is only seeing elysium give a request and is like 'yay ❤️'

the way that even though they had to quickly grab what they considered most important and run off, presumably lube would have been considered one of those things. explodes them. ]