[ 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… ]
but thorns does not need permission. he bites down any time elysium touches anywhere extra sensitive, which means that elysium is getting bitten quite a lot actually. ]
[ he's terrified and in fear for his life, but he cannot deny that the temptation to make this horny is high… those exact feelings just might be doing half the work already. sorry.
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Ahem. Say it however you want, but isn't it tangible proof of how hopelessly in love I am with you? [ HOW MUCH HIS ASS HURTS? ] Because it's you, restraint isn't an option…
[ he's ill and finds these bites very endearing. remember when he used to be freaked out about them? oh, how things change. ]
[ he was so paranoid about keeping them covered meanwhile thorns never covered his because he wouldn't put makeup on himself and none of his clothes covers his neck, even his non-slutty ones. things truly change.
however he is not being fooled here. ]
Hm, is that so? Even if I decide one day I want you to be gentle?
[ me whenever i notice new thorns faces we are so dangerously close to reaching the limit i don't like this
he starts cleaning thorns out again but this time excruciatingly slowly. this might be worse somehow. not to say he would feel inconvenienced by thorns being unable to walk… he could carry thorns everywhere? that'd be so nice.
[ the way if thorns did this by himself he would be done already but instead he suffers. however elysium seemed so sad so thorns could not tell him no... this is also a disease. what happened to the days when thorns would tell him off for every little thing, now if he does he will eventually end up folding afterwards.
[ those days literally ended a year into friendship let's be real. thorns has not been very good at telling him no in modern au either… it's all performative…
with his thanks, he pauses long enough to press a gentle kiss on his mouth. ]
I have to look after my husband and take responsibility for him.
[ they still haven't gotten married yet. neither of them are pointing this out and they will eventually reach a point where they need to present marriage papers for something and will be shocked.
[ they were on the run and didn't have the chance to grab their papers, their circumstances are so tragic. they'll just have to get married a second time to make up for the first time that totally happened.
but what should have taken only a few minutes drags on for half an hour. he sniffles. ]
Does it feel like everything's out?
[ equates being gentle to being slow. he was soooo gentle. ]
[ the way thorns doesn't want to criticize this either. but this isn't because he's being nice, but because he thinks it might make elysium's brain combust and he won't know how to proceed from there. it might be better to physically show him the example later.
[ elysium's brain is already so close to malfunctioning, good call. they have had no problems with cleanup until now…? though, they've also never been this filthy before.
[ sadly thorns does think elysium is cute. will this propaganda work? only time will tell until elysium does something else that pisses him off.
for now, they can walk back to their tent and get settled in again. it's funny because thorns can't even get too mad at elysium not letting him get up because technically he is the one who started going crazy when elysium left the bed. ]
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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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but thorns does not need permission. he bites down any time elysium touches anywhere extra sensitive, which means that elysium is getting bitten quite a lot actually. ]
You really have no shame.
[ neither does thorns ]
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… ]
Ahem. Say it however you want, but isn't it tangible proof of how hopelessly in love I am with you? [ HOW MUCH HIS ASS HURTS? ] Because it's you, restraint isn't an option…
[ he's ill and finds these bites very endearing. remember when he used to be freaked out about them? oh, how things change. ]
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however he is not being fooled here. ]
Hm, is that so? Even if I decide one day I want you to be gentle?
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Do you want me to be?
[ 'one day' but he acts as if it's now ]
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Maybe right now...
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Sorry…
[ except his brain is fried and he has no idea how to interpret gentle. does nothing. ]
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thorns waits as nothing happens. ]
I can do it myself...?
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there is another period of silence.
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I want to help.
[ HIS PRAISE!!!!! ]
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but they seem to have run into an issue here. thorns just looks at him before signing and leaning in against him. ]
You can do what you want, mi corazon.
[ if he wants to be rough he can be rough, thorns will just never walk again after. ]
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he starts cleaning thorns out again but this time excruciatingly slowly. this might be worse somehow. not to say he would feel inconvenienced by thorns being unable to walk… he could carry thorns everywhere? that'd be so nice.
but. anyway. there he goes. ]
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their brains are so soup. ]
Thanks.
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with his thanks, he pauses long enough to press a gentle kiss on his mouth. ]
I have to look after my husband and take responsibility for him.
[ solemnly. ]
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he just kisses him back. ]
What a good nurse.
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but what should have taken only a few minutes drags on for half an hour. he sniffles. ]
Does it feel like everything's out?
[ equates being gentle to being slow. he was soooo gentle. ]
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he just gives him another kiss. ]
Yeah. Good job.
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he kisses thorns back. ]
Not mad anymore?
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I was never mad.
[ wanting to k*ll elysium and being mad at him can often be two different emotions. ]
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[ he is putting money where his mouth is he is acting sooooo cute thorns should never want to kill him again.
he shyly kisses thorns an nth time. ]
I'll carry you for as long as you want me to. But we can tuck back in for now…
[ not them waking up in the middle of the night for this ]
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for now, they can walk back to their tent and get settled in again. it's funny because thorns can't even get too mad at elysium not letting him get up because technically he is the one who started going crazy when elysium left the bed. ]
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