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. ]
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...? ]
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. ]
[ 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?
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? ]
I love you, too. More than anything. I was put into this world to be held by you, Elysium.
[ they slot together so well, so perfectly, that why else would they exist? the sun sets and rises every day just for them, because it's trying its hardest to imitate elysium's smiles.
It'd take more than misfortune to keep me away from you. I was born to find you, too.
[ if there's one truth elysium's learned across his countless loops, it's this. no one is more relentless than him——for better or worse. thorns is destined to die? he's destined to die? absolute bullshit. he'll fight it again and again until the end of time.
the lesson here: this is why ships should only ever have one delusional person. when both are equally insane, this is the result. ]
Our lives are ours alone. Held in no one else's hands but our own.
[ this is what someone who's ready to go on a murder spree might say. ]
[ this is definitely a villain speech in a different scenario. but in this specific one, it is loving and romantic words... thorns is so heart eyes and in love.
he kisses elysium again, and then moves to adjust their positioning until he pauses. ]
[ they aren't bothering anyone until they are. this is typically where the narrative would put them in the way of what they once stood for, but for now, they're still on their honeymoon. it is against the law for any couple to be interrupted on one—that's just how the world works. ]
I don't want to take my eyes off of you.
[ he tilts his head, brushing a kiss to thorns' cheek before trailing his mouth down to his collarbone. his gaze flicks upward; he's so used to looking down at thorns from above that even this angle feels novel. sometimes being a bottom has its perks (citation required). ]
but thorns simply nods, before readjusting their positioning so that he can line up against elysium's entrance again before sliding in. he watches elysium's expression as he does so, keeping track of any way his body might even twitch. ]
You're so beautiful.
[ it's still a little weird to not see his usually hair color, but elysium is still the most gorgeous man in the world despite his dye trauma. ]
[ round two no lube if there was a chance he was walking after the first round that's completely dashed now.
and because they've spent all this time coaxing out the most shameless, unrestrained parts of each other, thorns gets elysium at his most unrestrained—every sound, every tremor coursing through his body spills out unfiltered. his back arches, body pressing down hard against thorns as he chases their crest together.
he stays like that for several heartbeats. and while he's still fighting for breath, he does manage a feverish rasp: ]
… Onviously. I'm not just anyone's hottie anymore. I'm yours.
[ one last kiss before his forehead drops to thorns' shoulder, lungs dragging in long, uneven breaths as he heaves against him. ]
once everything is over, thorns just stays inside him, kissing the side of his head while waiting for elysium's breathing to return to something more normal. ]
You did such a good job.
[ praises him... even if he did a terrible job by refusing the lube, but again he will have to suffer the consequences of that later. for now, thorns will just let them relax in the spring for a bit longer, before he drags them both out so he can clean elysium up back at that station. ]
there was nothing good whatsoever about the last hour, but elysium will choose not to see it like that; instead, he burrows into thorns, folding in on himself so he'll be easier to lift and carry. ]
but once he softens enough that it won't be more painful to pull out, thorns will finally do so, and then carefully pick him up to get him out of the spring and instead deposit over to where he can start properly cleaning him up.
[ that's how people know thorns is truly delusional
but he will be obedient the entire time… surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly, he doesn't actually complain all that much, the only indicator of what they'd just done the occasional wince and, yeah.
his h*le. ]
I thought it was pretty intense… [ that's one way to put it. ] We won't always have lube on us.
[ thinks about how he's somehow always had it on hand also, wouldn't it be economical if they never had to buy it again? although: ]
[ his nails dig into thorns' skin. this is fine. he's going to have so many bruises after this, but they can always blame their hunt to a certain extent.
to a certain extent being the key phrase, but, well. ]
You'd be a husband that listens to his wife. I'm just looking out for you.
[ they are at an impasse. if they run out of lube, thorns will simply travel to the next large town so that they can buy it if he has to. he will simply take something out of their budget to afford it. ]
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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.
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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? ]
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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 ]
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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 ]
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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. ]
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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?
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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, ]
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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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[ they slot together so well, so perfectly, that why else would they exist? the sun sets and rises every day just for them, because it's trying its hardest to imitate elysium's smiles.
(this is deeply delusional.) ]
Aren't we lucky?
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[ if there's one truth elysium's learned across his countless loops, it's this. no one is more relentless than him——for better or worse. thorns is destined to die? he's destined to die? absolute bullshit. he'll fight it again and again until the end of time.
the lesson here: this is why ships should only ever have one delusional person. when both are equally insane, this is the result. ]
Our lives are ours alone. Held in no one else's hands but our own.
[ this is what someone who's ready to go on a murder spree might say. ]
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he kisses elysium again, and then moves to adjust their positioning until he pauses. ]
... What position do you want to be in?
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I don't want to take my eyes off of you.
[ he tilts his head, brushing a kiss to thorns' cheek before trailing his mouth down to his collarbone. his gaze flicks upward; he's so used to looking down at thorns from above that even this angle feels novel. sometimes being a bottom has its perks (citation required). ]
Let's stick with this one.
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but thorns simply nods, before readjusting their positioning so that he can line up against elysium's entrance again before sliding in. he watches elysium's expression as he does so, keeping track of any way his body might even twitch. ]
You're so beautiful.
[ it's still a little weird to not see his usually hair color, but elysium is still the most gorgeous man in the world despite his dye trauma. ]
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and because they've spent all this time coaxing out the most shameless, unrestrained parts of each other, thorns gets elysium at his most unrestrained—every sound, every tremor coursing through his body spills out unfiltered. his back arches, body pressing down hard against thorns as he chases their crest together.
he stays like that for several heartbeats. and while he's still fighting for breath, he does manage a feverish rasp: ]
… Onviously. I'm not just anyone's hottie anymore. I'm yours.
[ one last kiss before his forehead drops to thorns' shoulder, lungs dragging in long, uneven breaths as he heaves against him. ]
Take care of me.
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once everything is over, thorns just stays inside him, kissing the side of his head while waiting for elysium's breathing to return to something more normal. ]
You did such a good job.
[ praises him... even if he did a terrible job by refusing the lube, but again he will have to suffer the consequences of that later. for now, thorns will just let them relax in the spring for a bit longer, before he drags them both out so he can clean elysium up back at that station. ]
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there was nothing good whatsoever about the last hour, but elysium will choose not to see it like that; instead, he burrows into thorns, folding in on himself so he'll be easier to lift and carry. ]
Mm. And you——were amazing. Know that?
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but once he softens enough that it won't be more painful to pull out, thorns will finally do so, and then carefully pick him up to get him out of the spring and instead deposit over to where he can start properly cleaning him up.
thorns stares at his h*le. ]
We're not doing this without lube again.
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but he will be obedient the entire time… surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly, he doesn't actually complain all that much, the only indicator of what they'd just done the occasional wince and, yeah.
his h*le. ]
I thought it was pretty intense… [ that's one way to put it. ] We won't always have lube on us.
[ thinks about how he's somehow always had it on hand
also, wouldn't it be economical if they never had to buy it again? although: ]
We can save what we have for you.
[ his baby's h*le is delicate 🥺 ]
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[ shoots that idea down immediately as he cleans elysium out as gently as he can. ]
What kind of husband would I be if I used everything myself?
[ he isn't a husband at all. they're not married. ]
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to a certain extent being the key phrase, but, well. ]
You'd be a husband that listens to his wife. I'm just looking out for you.
[ thorns does not have a wife. he is not het. ]
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[ they are at an impasse. if they run out of lube, thorns will simply travel to the next large town so that they can buy it if he has to. he will simply take something out of their budget to afford it. ]
I want to pamper you, too...
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