[ 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. ]
[ they are never going to be normal and do it in a room ever again. this is the worst. ]
I'm just taking what I'm owed. It's the least you can do… for making me unable to live without you.
[ caught in the pleasure of being torn apart, his back arches, a hiss slipping through his mouth. in the narrow space between their bodies, his hand fumbles until it finds thorns' member, fingers curling firm around him as he both rocks himself on thorns' fingers and works thorns in turn. ]
Haven't you kept me waiting long enough?
[ he isn't… hit him with the lubeless b*ckshots, baby…… ]
[ STARTS TEARING UP PLEASE USE LUBE HOT SPRING WATER IS NOT A PROPER SUBSTITUTE
unfortunately, thorns is not thinking rationally at the moment. he may soon once he realizes how not efficient this is, but at the moment he can only focus on how elysium clenches around his fingers and the feel of his hand. find help.
he removes his fingers and replaces it with his tip, before trying to push himself in
hmm this is not going as smoothly as normal, this isn't brokeback mountain ]
[ don't think about how sterile it is either in another world he's getting hauled into a hospital for an infection, in the same embarrassing vein as thorns' b*tt plug incident
his eyes narrow and he grinds (or at least attempts to grind) more impatiently against thorns. ]
thorns glances over to where they left their belongings. it is a far enough walk that he has to really contemplate this, before deciding it will probably be fine (rip to elysium's h*le when this is over).
but he will begin to start picking up the pace. it takes a bit to find a proper rhythm in comparison to usual, and he bites down onto elysium's shoulder before muttering ]
and the answer is yes of course it fucking does? but that is not the point nor is he thinking rationally whatsoever. what matters is how desperately he needs thorns that everything else becomes secondary. ]
No.
[ to make matters worse, he moves in tandem, teeth continuing to grind themselves against each other. he would bite thorns in turn, but there is a part of him that thinks if he were to there is a real chance of drawing blood. ]
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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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I'm just taking what I'm owed. It's the least you can do… for making me unable to live without you.
[ caught in the pleasure of being torn apart, his back arches, a hiss slipping through his mouth. in the narrow space between their bodies, his hand fumbles until it finds thorns' member, fingers curling firm around him as he both rocks himself on thorns' fingers and works thorns in turn. ]
Haven't you kept me waiting long enough?
[ he isn't… hit him with the lubeless b*ckshots, baby…… ]
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unfortunately, thorns is not thinking rationally at the moment. he may soon once he realizes how not efficient this is, but at the moment he can only focus on how elysium clenches around his fingers and the feel of his hand. find help.
he removes his fingers and replaces it with his tip, before trying to push himself in
hmm this is not going as smoothly as normal, this isn't brokeback mountain ]
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his eyes narrow and he grinds (or at least attempts to grind) more impatiently against thorns. ]
Do you need help.
[ ao3 tag c*m as lube to the rescue ]
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thorns glances over to where they left their belongings. it is a far enough walk that he has to really contemplate this, before deciding it will probably be fine (rip to elysium's h*le when this is over).
but he will begin to start picking up the pace. it takes a bit to find a proper rhythm in comparison to usual, and he bites down onto elysium's shoulder before muttering ]
Does it hurt?
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and the answer is yes of course it fucking does? but that is not the point nor is he thinking rationally whatsoever. what matters is how desperately he needs thorns that everything else becomes secondary. ]
No.
[ to make matters worse, he moves in tandem, teeth continuing to grind themselves against each other. he would bite thorns in turn, but there is a part of him that thinks if he were to there is a real chance of drawing blood. ]
Stop thinking so much—you'll kill the vibe.
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