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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? ]

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.

(this is deeply delusional.) ]

Aren't we lucky?

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. ]

... What position do you want to be in?

[ 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). ]

Let's stick with this one.

[ tears up round two no lube

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. ]

Take care of me.

[ his bbbb bursts into tears

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. ]

[ how many bs can we add… bratty for bbbbb

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?

[ he is so cute... compact...

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.

[ 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: ]

We can save what we have for you.

[ his baby's h*le is delicate 🥺 ]

We are not saving it only for me.

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[ thorns does not have a wife. he is not het. ]

But I need to look after 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. ]

I want to pamper you, too...

You're the reason why I'm already so spoiled.

[ thorns keeps commenting on it? he nips at thorns' collarbone to be extra annoying. ]

I said to take care of me, but just how far did you want to take it, huh?

As far as I have to.

[ thorns is so serious about his baby!!! he will protect him...

once he is satisfied with how cleaned up elysium is, thorns will go to grab towels... gotta dry him... ]

[ he cautiously leans into this towel drying, swiping the unused towels onto his lap… thorns isn't allowed to dry himself either? what the hell. ]

You want me to be useless without you?

[ hmmm.

he stops what he's doing for a moment to peer at elysium. ]

You're always doing things like this for me. I want to do the same for you.

[ he peers back………

then steals a kiss. ]

I don't do things for them to be reciprocated. [ … ] But it's nice that they are. Should I take it to mean I'm allowed to be greedier and greedier?

Don't make too much of a mess.

[ don't give him curly hair… ]

Why would I make a mess...

[ he leans in to kiss elysium's nose and then returns to finish drying him off. next is to grab the clothes... but he will stay where he is first because elysium might strangle him if he wanders off before he gets to do anything. ]

You never dry your hair properly. That's why it's always sticking out…

[ if elysium's handling thorns' whole routine now, that singlehandedly might make him more indistinguishable than the dye job itself. a Thorns with neatly kept hair and pant legs the same length? unfathomable. the one saving grace is that no one knows about his pirate getup and how he'd kind of looked put together…

still, thorns isn't wrong. elysium would kill him even with his ass in the state it's in. so, it's his turn to settle thorns between his thighs, towel in hand, carefully combing and drying him out. ]

It's fine. I'll just take care of you for every bit you don't and more. [ hmm. ] If it's for me, would you remember sunscreen every morning?

... Yeah.

[ it's said in the tone of someone who definitely does not want to remember putting sunscreen on every morning, but he'll do it for elysium.

well, he had in the past, but there had been no reason in this timeline to be good about it... ]

Anything for you.

My fate's in your hands.

[ similarly, said in the tone of someone who does not trust and may just go on with his regular routine anyway. but he's of mind that if he can train thorns to put on sunscreen, thorns can be trained to do anything?

what incredible use of power. after anther few minutes of toweling thorns a little more aggressively: ]

How are you feeling?

I feel like I should be asking you that...

[ thorns looks down in the general direction of elysium's ass... he knows that has to feel worse than elysium is letting on. ]

I feel okay. Better with you.

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