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[ 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.

[ he just

sparkles! and lazily drapes himself over thorns' shoulders. did he think he was asking it for thorns? no. ]

Heheh. You're carrying me back.

[ it is not a request. ]

Can you get our clothes?

[ this is also not a request. he is very much still glued to thorns. ]

[ elysium is soooo fucking annoying.

but thorns will just get up, carrying elysium, to go to where they put their belongings away. he will have to set elysium down here to help him get dressed before he puts his own clothes back on. ]

Brat...

[ okay but before he's set down he's going to be even more annoying, leaning over to pluck thorns' shirt from the pile to try and pull it over his head. how many things can he get away with while still on thorns' back?

the answer is… not much! but it's fun to try anyway. ]

Were you going to let me walk? Brute. You were just saying how I'm allowed to get away with whatever I wanted, too…

[ thorns did not say this ]

I didn't say that.

[ annoying!!!

but okay. thorns is just going to put on his other clothes because elysium is kind of useless as help for this right now. ]

You wouldn't get far if you did walk.

You didn't?

[ sounds shocked. also don't call him useless? he helpfully hands thorns each piece of clothing when it would be easier if he just picked up himself. okay. he has an illness and it's inserting himself everywhere he can. ]

And that's only because you wouldn't let me.

... I'm glad you know that.

[ sometimes, you never know when elysium will decide to run off on his own, much to his own suffering.

but once they are both fully clothed, thorns will start heading out so they can go back to their room. he has no idea how elysium is going to feel in the morning so they'll probably have to save getting things like food for later in the day... the inn owner said they'd bring leftovers back for them so thorns will just have to trust that happened because they were busy being h*rny. ]

[ they're both such flight risks for each other that it evens out that neither are willing to let the other out of sight. elysium especially so when he has no stalker cheat codes to speak of?

but that isn't a current problem. what might be a current problem is how it almost feels like he's daring thorns to slip up with the way he kisses along his neck the entire trek back. when are they not busy being h*rny. ]

[ elysium is the worst

it is a struggle, and thorns has to stop walking multiple times. this takes so much longer than it should. but eventually they reach their room, and thorns deposits elysium onto the bed as carefully as he can.

give him a moment to remove elysium's shoes... this princess treatment... ]

[ this is a little too much, actually.

he presses a toe to thorns' cheek. stop that. only he's allowed to up the ante… they are both broke boys in the countryside? what is this feudal-style rp. ]

[ stop touching him with your feet. thorns swats at it before getting up. ]

Are you embarrassed?

[ stupid. ]

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