[ at least, he is not immediately jumping to the conclusion that elysium is being rude. maybe he is having a delayed reaction to his fragile hair dye apparently is?
he just narrows his eyes but still settles in front of thorns anyway, obedient for now. this will determine everything… this will determine their future. it's thorns' move next after elysium has trusted him with his life.
this continues to be dramatic for no reason when they truly do have so many more important things to worry about. ]
[ elysium is desperate to cling to one thing is solely his and it is his self care routines... and thorns just comes in and sloppily stomps all over them...
listen, he maybe bad at skincare and any hair care that isn't simply putting shampoo in, but he at least knows how to take a bath. it's fine. any time elysium looks too apprehensive, thorns just pauses to think his house with his fingers.
[ the truly infuriating part is that they've washed each other perfectly fine before, but now, after one (1) incident he's suddenly acting like thorns had committed the gravest betrayal imaginable. he is innocent… kind of… no one would blame thorns for not being able to keep up.
still, thorns doesn't seem intent on terrorising him this time so he eventually eases into his touch—though, not without a few false starts, double-checking that thorns isn't plotting anything with the occasional accusatory look thrown over his shoulder.
he may be nerfed with his single-toned hair, but if he doesn't uphold his title as the sexist man on terra, then what is he? who is he?? it's his whole brand. no bully. ]
when thorns finally finishes up, he just drapes himself against elysium's back and bites his shoulder annoyingly. when you try to punish someone with something you usually give them for pleasure. ]
[ punishment would be leaving him alone but at that point they would both combust. ]
You did…
[ vaguely wonders if thorns is trying to get him to lower his guard so he can get him when he's vulnerable. this thought is written across his features before he simply decides to splash thorns with the showerhead because he can. ]
I missed a spot, oops.
[ this is why thorns is always retaliating, -1 point for elysium ]
okay. he is not the type to go down alone in these situations? he yelps, quickly grabbing onto any part of thorns he can to drag him down with him. this is not a pool and they're about to get banned so quick if anyone catches them in the next ten minutes. this is likely a generous estimate.
[ it took them way too long to get to this point and they also almost killed each other somehow? so much water is now outside of the spring, but they can just... clean that up when they leave... no one has to know. ]
the old person is going to slip and fall and die and their body will land in c*m filled waters. but he just grunts as elysium settles down, and he just wraps his arms around his waist. ]
he decides to align thorns' finger at his entrance and push back against it. the first brush draws a quiet gasp, but he doesn't stop, pressing in further, greedy for as much of this as thorns will allow. as long as thorns doesn't pull his hand away, he'll keep pressing, taking all he can. ]
[ okay. well. unfortunately for elysium, thorns is very into feeling how desperate he is, and he lets elysium keep doing is until his finger is as far inside as it can be. he curls it slightly. ]
[ they're really just doing this without lube now… thanks. there is no way in hell that either of them are moving from this spot, his body curling in on itself as he presses more incessantly against thorns. ]
If you aren't giving me what I want, what other option do I have?
[ he twists his upper body to kiss thorns' mouth. ]
[ he is so needy, and thorns just finds it so attractive. literally anyone could walk in on them, but that will never be a reason to stop for them. so he just sticks in another finger, aiming for that one sensitive spot that will please him.
well, elysium hasn't asked for lube yet, so. he will see if he does, because that will be telling for another reason. ]
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[ at least, he is not immediately jumping to the conclusion that elysium is being rude. maybe he is having a delayed reaction to his fragile hair dye apparently is?
make a move... ]
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he just narrows his eyes but still settles in front of thorns anyway, obedient for now. this will determine everything… this will determine their future. it's thorns' move next after elysium has trusted him with his life.
this continues to be dramatic for no reason when they truly do have so many more important things to worry about. ]
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listen, he maybe bad at skincare and any hair care that isn't simply putting shampoo in, but he at least knows how to take a bath. it's fine. any time elysium looks too apprehensive, thorns just pauses to think his house with his fingers.
baby..... ]
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still, thorns doesn't seem intent on terrorising him this time so he eventually eases into his touch—though, not without a few false starts, double-checking that thorns isn't plotting anything with the occasional accusatory look thrown over his shoulder.
he may be nerfed with his single-toned hair, but if he doesn't uphold his title as the sexist man on terra, then what is he? who is he?? it's his whole brand. no bully. ]
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when thorns finally finishes up, he just drapes himself against elysium's back and bites his shoulder annoyingly. when you try to punish someone with something you usually give them for pleasure. ]
See? I took care of you.
[ one point for thorns ]
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You did…
[ vaguely wonders if thorns is trying to get him to lower his guard so he can get him when he's vulnerable. this thought is written across his features before he simply decides to splash thorns with the showerhead because he can. ]
I missed a spot, oops.
[ this is why thorns is always retaliating, -1 point for elysium ]
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thorns just picks elysium up, walks over to the spring, and drops elysium inside. ]
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okay. he is not the type to go down alone in these situations? he yelps, quickly grabbing onto any part of thorns he can to drag him down with him. this is not a pool and they're about to get banned so quick if anyone catches them in the next ten minutes. this is likely a generous estimate.
their bath… ]
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thorns sputters out water, and then just grabs onto elysium to make sure he does not go anywhere... this is fine. ]
Stop moving so much.
[ thorns is the one who threw him in. ]
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You want me to drown?
[ they can wrestle in the hot springs. sure. it's probably good for their muscles. ]
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[ he will, however, pvp him apparently.
and then he just tries to hold him still. shhhhh. ]
Let's settle down.
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he bristles again by instinct, just barely holding back from smacking thorns' head. ]
I'll consider it if you kiss me.
[ bribe him ]
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thorns just stares at him for a long moment, before he finally just leans in to give him a rather soft kiss. and then another. ]
Now?
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but the soft kiss is nice… he will settle and look only a little put out. ]
Okay.
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[ it took them way too long to get to this point and they also almost killed each other somehow? so much water is now outside of the spring, but they can just... clean that up when they leave... no one has to know. ]
Does it feel nice?
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until then, elysium just sits himself in thorns' lap to be difficult, almost grinding into him? he's just sitting down, though. ]
I can think of something nicer…
[ mutters! ]
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the old person is going to slip and fall and die and their body will land in c*m filled waters. but he just grunts as elysium settles down, and he just wraps his arms around his waist. ]
Did you say something?
[ his hands settle over elysium's stomach. ]
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No.
[ he clearly needs to make himself comfortable still so he continues to shift and press himself against thorns. ]
We worked really hard for this. [ did they. ] We have to make it count.
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anyway
he can see through what he's doing. is it working? yes. but he can still see through it. ]
Are you having trouble getting comfortable? You're moving a lot.
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also, like, there is zero subtlety in this. ]
Yeah. Aren't you going to help me?
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thorns just hums, and he adjusts his hold, one of his arms pulling back. and elysium will very suddenly feel a finger tracing around his rim idly. ]
How should I help?
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he decides to align thorns' finger at his entrance and push back against it. the first brush draws a quiet gasp, but he doesn't stop, pressing in further, greedy for as much of this as thorns will allow. as long as thorns doesn't pull his hand away, he'll keep pressing, taking all he can. ]
… If you take too long, I'll just help myself.
[ impatient brat so true ]
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You're already helping yourself.
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If you aren't giving me what I want, what other option do I have?
[ he twists his upper body to kiss thorns' mouth. ]
This isn't enough, babe.
[ he is so needy. ]
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[ he is so needy, and thorns just finds it so attractive. literally anyone could walk in on them, but that will never be a reason to stop for them. so he just sticks in another finger, aiming for that one sensitive spot that will please him.
well, elysium hasn't asked for lube yet, so. he will see if he does, because that will be telling for another reason. ]
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