chatime | ✧ — peach iced tea.

[ you're so protective of ryo when he's the most deserving of this in your roster

also, like, there is zero subtlety in this. ]

Yeah. Aren't you going to help me?

[ ryo is just a lil guy hehe

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?

[ hmmm.

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 ]

[ 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. ]

You're already helping yourself.

[ 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. ]

This isn't enough, babe.

[ he is so needy. ]

You've really become spoiled.

[ 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. ]

Do you need help.

[ ao3 tag c*m as lube to the rescue ]

[ they can keep going lower

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?

[ how much lower are you going to make them go

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.

[ if elysium complains about this later he's going to jail

but he will take the not subtle hint to just keep going despite any discomfort. he quickens his pace until he finds something that works. everything is so warm? from elysium's body to the water surrounding them, it does help make everything else fade away. ]

But I like thinking about you.

[ okay well thorns can see how he feels getting fingers up his ass without l*be, then……

but the quickened pace is appreciated. he sees so many stars it's difficult for him to think through the intensity of the sensations, matching thorns in kind. ]

Mm. But all you need to think about is whether or not you feel good. [ no? ] Everything after that——will fall into place by itself.

[ ELYSIUM SHOULD HAVE ASKED FOR L*BE!!!

anyway what elysium is saying sounds wrong actually, but thorns is so absorbed with what they're doing that he isn't thinking any further than that. his movements are rougher than usual, mostly spurned on by the less than usual circumstances and elysium's annoying neediness. ]

You become more and more of a masochist every day, mi corazon.

[ that would be admitting defeat. what kind of defeat? just defeat.

but elysium is never wrong. ever. if he can't live without thorns, then by natural law thorns shouldn't be able to live without him, either. so they twist and remake themselves into unrecognisable shapes, until all they see, all they know, is each other.

quite literally? he's being torn a new one. this is fine. ]

Only to keep up with you. You get more and more demanding every time, mi sol.

[ and what is the sun, if not something that burns everything that dares come close? ]

[ elysium please stop being dramatic when you are going to be unable to sit after this.

he could say the same about elysium. or that elysium is even worse, except that he spins in to make it seem like he's demanding for thorns' sake, when he really is just greedy. but that greed only spurs thorns on, pushing until he sees stars and he can feel himself hit his release as he calls out elysium's name.

they're really rawdogging it in a public bath that anyone could just walk in on ]

[ if he doesn't leave their room for an entire day he can just say the journey left him exhausted… ok… it's a legitimate excuse.

and if anyone walks in when they put up a sign that the springs are currently in use, that's on them? what are they, voyeurs? his fingers find purchase on thorns' thighs, leaving deep grooves with his nails as he chases his own high.

it really has been a long day. he's exhausted, tired, near delirium above all else—but despite that, he turns to kiss thorns again which might not even have the most accurate landing point. so long as the person he's missing is thorns, the rest is less important. ]

Again.

[ elysium like this is the way i want to die ]

[ his poor bootyh*le...

thorns pressed a few kisses against him, wondering if that is wise (it's not). but it's difficult to say no to elysium (it shouldn't be). but maybe he should make an adjustment...? ]

Let me grab the lube.

[ he asked for this? let him suffer.

but this is probably the most he'll manage to vocalise outside of the kinds of sounds that belong in a [redacted]. really makes you think. ]

I don't need it. [ his grip on thorns tightens, practically desperate. ] Do you?

[ elysium you are going to be so whiny later.

it would feel better for both of them if he got it, but thorns just sees how desperate elysium is... he shifts elysium so that he can kiss him more properly. ]

My love, it will be my turn to carry you everywhere.

[ maybe thorns should stop enabling him has he thought about that

he could refute what thorns is saying with actual words, but no. where words fail, actions speak louder, the logic behind kissing him long and hard is to distract him from doing anything else.

what does he mean by trying to leave him? unacceptable. as unacceptable as being unable to carry him everywhere. ]

[ banned from walking to where they left their clothes...

thorns kisses him back, pressing himself firmly against elysium. should this be more of a concern? yes, but at this point they've had so many questionable encounters that this is typically normal for them. and as long as elysium gets what he wants then that's what matters. ]

Is there anything else you want?

[ yeah who needs clothes not them

thorns is such a terrible influence, but being this close has its benefits. he can press in, hips to hips, as he kisses him. ]

Just you. I only need and want you.

[ wanting all of someone is a tall and insane ask, but. here they are! ]

What about you?

[ there is only one answer here or thorns is off to the gallows, ]

It's right in front of me.

[ he pulls his face back just so that he can nuzzle it against elysium's, sighing contently. people struggle trying to find the meaning of life, when thorns thinks it's not that difficult to figure out–he's holding onto it right now. what else is life but this, this person, pressed against him?

he grinds their hips together. ]

Good answer. [ he moans with the friction, jutting his hips back to meet thorns halfway. ] … I love you.

[ less than a week ago they'd pretty much implied this would be their last romp together, one to make it count. one to remember. yet, is it really going to be that simple? they've found reasons to live, they've tasted happiness at its peak, and already elysium struggles with letting go, even if it's just thorns stepping into the room next over.

they're doomed. but in this moment, they're still caught in the high of life itself. after everything, don't they deserve that much? ]

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