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[transmit]

[ 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?

[oversea]

[ 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.

[transmit]

[ 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… ]

[oversea]

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. ]

[transmit]

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?

[oversea]

... 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.

[transmit]

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?

[oversea]

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.

[transmit]

[ 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. ]

[oversea]

[ 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...

[transmit]

[ 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 ]

[oversea]

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.

[transmit]

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.

[oversea]

... 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. ]

[transmit]

[ 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. ]

[oversea]

[ 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... ]

[transmit]

[ 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. ]

[oversea]

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

Are you embarrassed?

[ stupid. ]

[transmit]

[ he was maybe this close to tapping thorns' mouth with it before realising that might steer things somewhere neither of them is ready to go. ]

What? No. [ … ] Aren't you roasting under there?

[ thorns isn't even wearing a jacket, so elysium just starts tugging at his shirt instead. there's a point to this, trust. ]

… Should I get ointment?

[ there are so many claw marks and bruises scattered across his skin. okay. ]

[oversea]

[ it has been a while since anyone has gotten a footjob. they've forgotten their roots.

thorns is actually surprised at this though, considering he wasn't paying attention to any of the marks that elysium had left. sometimes you are so used to things being rough that it does not hit you that things were rougher than usual. ]

It's not that bad.

[transmit]

[ the next level after footjob… foot worship… ]

It shows you belong to someone.

[ his hands slide over the marks with delicate care, pausing to press the faintest amount pressure onto a crescent that's already scabbed. he watches it with a trace of morbid fascination. ]

Should I replace all the ones that came before?

[ hm. no ]

[oversea]

Yeah. Do whatever you want to me, mi amor.

[ his hand wraps around elysium's, and he forcefully makes him press the spot even harder, causing some of the scab to peel away to reveal the skin underneath. ]

You can do it as many times as you like.

[transmit]

I don't want it to hurt.

[ that's really his only real reservation. even so, he lets thorns do as he pleases, watching with a kind of quiet focus as the skin breaks, almost instinctively leaning in.

for a second, it almost looks as if he's going to kiss the wound, or lick it—something. instead, he swipes at the blood and brings it to his lips, tasting it thoughtfully. ]

Hm.

[ when oripathy cockblocks your bloodplay ]

[oversea]

[ the way that the only thing stopping you from developing a new kink is your horrible disease

thorns watches this, before he wraps his arms around elysium and pulls him closer against him. hi. he is ignoring the blood that is going to get smeared a bit. ]

What are you thinking?

[ what deranged thought is going through his head... ]

[transmit]

It looks a lot sexier than how it actually feels in practice… [ a snort. ] Would I be hotter to you if I were a vampire?

[ he gives his honest assessment, lips quirking at the corners with equal parts disappointment and amusement. obsession doesn't equal appetite, and he hasn't suddenly developed a craving for thorns' blood. still, there's the tiniest bit of regret that reality never quite lives up to the thrill of imagination…

at least this thought experiment is somewhat more normal than if they were slugs. okay.

but he exhales softly, giving in to habit as he folds himself into thorns' arms, sliding down until the tilt of his head lets him drink in the sight of thorn' face. ]

But it's mine all the same. Just like everything else of yours already is.