[ elysium did say he'd help thorns clean up any time
he's welcome to wake him up…… if he's that uncomfortable… elysium falls asleep so peacefully though? he's a mimir. they really would have contributed to the c*m fountain. much to think about.
thorns just dies here because presumably elysium is clinging to him like he normally does. he will eventually make an attempt to carefully wiggle out of his grasp without disturbing him. ]
[ very funny that thorns thinks he can weasel out when one of the very reasons they started sleeping like this was so the other wouldn't disappear into nowhere
seconds into trying to wrest himself free like this, elysium starts to stir… thorns' move… ]
the moment he stops moving, elysium just sighs happily and rubs his face back into thorns' hair. if they had a background track for this, it's like they are rapidly oscillating between heaven and hell… it's fine. ]
isn't his bbbb's face all he needs? isn't he the cutest thing in the world? he continues rubbing against thorns in his sleep like an oversized creature, but at the same time
is that? a smile he feels against his skin? hmmmmmmm ]
[ he didn't want to wake him up but he could no longer stand this feeling... he is used to being dirty but this is such an awkward placement. set him free. ]
don't just say that as a grown man. die. but he lets out a sigh as he rises, sweeping thorns up into a princess carry before pressing a kiss to his forehead. ]
[ thorns is like very close to committing violence right now so elysium needs to be careful with his word choice. this whole situation is moving very fast towards thorns going to put a ban to things going up his ass and that is going to become a problem for them.
he reaches forward so he can put his hand on elysium's nose
[ thorns should eviscerate elysium, actually, it'd save them so much grief. that's his favourite hole? he'll cry. or if not favourite, one of his favourites…
he takes this clown nose as an indicator he needs to shut up. okay. he will be very gentle as he sets thorns next to the stream…… ]
he is truly coming to terms that past them are stupid. but despite that, they are likely going to end up doing this again. they never learn because they only think with their d*cks ]
You don't have to help.
[ he says this to be nice even though he is aware elysium likes to do this. ]
[ is helping thorns get his own c*m out of his ass supposed to be charitable ]
Are you feeling sensitive?
[ he ignores thorns' question, opting instead to trace a lazy circle around the rim, flicking just enough water to rinse the immediate area. the problem with this is that they can start thinking with their d*cks again at any given time. okay. ]
but he settles thorns onto his lap, facing each other, if only to spare him the indignity of his h*le being perceived as this happens. they can almost be seen as wholesome so long as you don't look too closely at what elysium's hands are up to below the belt. ]
You can bite down as hard as you want…
[ like thorns even needs the permission. but it is there… ]
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he's welcome to wake him up…… if he's that uncomfortable… elysium falls asleep so peacefully though? he's a mimir. they really would have contributed to the c*m fountain. much to think about.
don't bully him next time. ]
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thorns just dies here because presumably elysium is clinging to him like he normally does. he will eventually make an attempt to carefully wiggle out of his grasp without disturbing him. ]
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seconds into trying to wrest himself free like this, elysium starts to stir… thorns' move… ]
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this has the same atmosphere of someone in a den of lions and trying not to wake them up. ]
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the moment he stops moving, elysium just sighs happily and rubs his face back into thorns' hair. if they had a background track for this, it's like they are rapidly oscillating between heaven and hell… it's fine. ]
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this is the stupidest problem to have. thorns just tries to go back to sleep but he cannot focus on anything else now that he has woken up. ]
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isn't his bbbb's face all he needs? isn't he the cutest thing in the world? he continues rubbing against thorns in his sleep like an oversized creature, but at the same time
is that? a smile he feels against his skin? hmmmmmmm ]
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he is going to try to wiggle out of his grasp again to see what happens. ]
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his bbbb droops… and whines in his sleep(?). where is thorns going. nowhere. ]
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thorns is so weak to his bbbb... but he can't live like this. he is going to have to set up rules about cleanup later. ]
Why...
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[ that's why.
give it maybe ten-fifteen more minutes of hell if thorns lasts that long. ]
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he stares at the spring longingly. ]
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the horror music is back. without stirring or even opening his eyes: ]
What are you looking at?
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How long have you been awake?
[ does he need to k*ll him? ]
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Were you trying to go somewhere?
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[ he has post nut clarity now and he thinks past him was stupid and could only process h*rny thoughts, and now look where he is now. ]
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I said I'd help you.
[ they can't do things by themselves that's simply not how it works? ]
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[ he didn't want to wake him up but he could no longer stand this feeling... he is used to being dirty but this is such an awkward placement. set him free. ]
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[ 🥺
don't just say that as a grown man. die. but he lets out a sigh as he rises, sweeping thorns up into a princess carry before pressing a kiss to his forehead. ]
You did good.
[ DON'T JUST SAY THIS EITHER ]
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he reaches forward so he can put his hand on elysium's nose
and honks it. ]
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he takes this clown nose as an indicator he needs to shut up. okay. he will be very gentle as he sets thorns next to the stream…… ]
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he is truly coming to terms that past them are stupid. but despite that, they are likely going to end up doing this again. they never learn because they only think with their d*cks ]
You don't have to help.
[ he says this to be nice even though he is aware elysium likes to do this. ]
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Are you feeling sensitive?
[ he ignores thorns' question, opting instead to trace a lazy circle around the rim, flicking just enough water to rinse the immediate area. the problem with this is that they can start thinking with their d*cks again at any given time. okay. ]
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[ he doesn't even say it like a question because he thinks the answer should be obvious!!!
unfortunately, despite everything, he still leans in to give elysium a bite. hell. ]
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but he settles thorns onto his lap, facing each other, if only to spare him the indignity of his h*le being perceived as this happens. they can almost be seen as wholesome so long as you don't look too closely at what elysium's hands are up to below the belt. ]
You can bite down as hard as you want…
[ like thorns even needs the permission. but it is there… ]
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