[Thorns doesn’t even realize how gorgeous he is, does he? He’s an Adonis of a person and he just doesn’t know. Elysium thinks these things as he toys with his hair now, which is very likely his vain attempt to keep his hands from wandering too far elsewhere.
And yet…
Thorns may have negative rizz at the best of times, but he sure knows how to make Elysium feel like a lovesick puppy in over his head, despite the fact they’re cuddling like lovers right now. The Liberi exhales on another breathless laugh.]
I know you’re…not supposed to be here. I’m not, either. But…
[He exhales a breath, which might sound like a laugh if Elysium is listening closely enough. Given their position, he probably is. It'll tickle his wrist, the one that's by his face.
They're, uh... close enough to where anyone who saw this, and thank god they won't, would think they're interrupting the romance arc of the century here. Or something more salacious. ...probably something more salacious.]
Do you even need to ask? If you sailed out to sea to rejoin the crew, I don't think I'd let you go back to Rhodes.
[Thorns so casually admitting that he wouldn’t have let him go back if he chased him out to see makes Elysium INSANE. Even Thorns should notice the way his eyes widen and that soft little chirp he makes in surprise, like !?!?!
Marry him. Literally marry him right now you won’t.
His fingers curl, and his hand moves now from Thorns’ hair…to rest against his cheek. He’s not really thinking now, more acting on impulse than anything as his fingers trace the line of his jaw.]
Yeah…?
[Elysium is laying on him like he’s in a classical painting, guiding Thorns’ head down towards him. Salacious doesn’t even begin to describe it, and even with this angle they’re plenty close enough that he barely has to move at all to feel the light warmth of the Aegir’s breath against his skin.
And…suddenly he’s forgotten the cold.
He catches Thorns by the chin, tugging him lightly forward as if to whisper a secret in his ear. Except, his lips do not go to his ear. Oh no.
His lips meet Thorns’, the fingers holding his chin ever so subtly trembling. His heart feels like it’s going to explode, and a soft cooing is trying to erupt from his chest but he won’t let it.
...but to say he was expecting this would be a wild fucking lie. He's not, at all, expecting to be kissed so suddenly. There's a moment, two, three, where he sort of just blinks off into the space behind Elysium's head like he's not quite sure if this is real or not. Maybe his brain made it up. Maybe he really did die that one time he fell off the ship, and this is some kind of hyperspecific (very cold) heaven.
...
Heaven, huh.
Why is the Liberi subtly shaking like that, he wonders? Because it's cold? Nervous? But this feels like the most natural followup to years of doing whatever the hell they've been doing for the last few years, so...?
His eyes close, and the fingers of his flesh-and-blood hand brush back through Elysium's hair.
[Elysium has snapped, he's lost his mind, he's hauled off and kissed the most important person in his life and now he's ruined everything aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA-
Elysium very nearly pulls away as the anxiety tries to win, but...it's Thorns returning the kiss that immediately fixes him. Well, no, he's not being fixed, if anything he's becoming even more abnormal because of this, but the fears have lessened. His shoulders relax, and his hand moves from Thorns' chin to the side of his face, just in time for Thorns to cradle the back of his head.
That causes the Liberi to gasp against his lips and open his eyes, looking back at him with his pupils fucking dilated. He's pulled away just a fraction, just a little...but then it's immediately right back into kissing.
More. More kissing, less tentative now as he leans fully into Thorns' space, halfway sprawled across his chest now as they lock lips.]
[Don't you pull away wtf— oh, good, nevermind he's gone back to it. Thorns was honestly about to flip this man over and keep going now that the ice has been broken. Like, no, he wasn't going to make the first move (too oblivious, too good with what was currently happening, wanting but not actually going for it due to some strange mental block) but he will make the first flip.
...
Actually yeah he's going to flip them. Sorry not sorry, he's sitting square on Elysium now and leaning down to give him what Thorns thinks is a real kiss, because everything's a contest with these two. Except this fucking idiot has never kissed in his life, so it's... it's sloppy.
[Oh, as if Elysium was going to stop. This is all he's wanted for years. Now that he has it, he's not sure he could stop even if he wanted to, but...
He doesn't have to think long about that, because Thorns suddenly takes that decision to stop or go from him.
When Thorns flips their positions, Elysium squeaks in the most undignified way he possibly could have, and whatever rizz he had going completely evaporates along with any reservations he'd previously had. His shoulders his the mattress, and when Thorns sits on top of him, he exhales a quick-]
Oh, God-
[That's just. Desperate, debauched like he's a parched man being given water for the first time, before Thorns ducks his head down to give him a "real" kiss that is too much teeth and too wet.
...okay they need to work on this. But this is fine. He's not mad about it, he's just scrunching up his nose a little as he reaches up to throw his arms around Thorns' neck so he can try to wrangle him into a better position.]
[Honestly? Elysium really isn't as good at kissing as he thinks he is. He likes to brag about how much of a smooth guy he is, about how handsome he is, how much people want him. But the truth is...it's Elysium wanting others (Aegir), and sort of just lusting after that connection as opposed to actually reaching for it.
But no, no. He is not suffocating, and even if he was, he'd thank Thorns for it. He's laughing faintly by the time he pulls away, looking up at Thorns with an expression that can only be described as dreamy.]
So...so long...haha...
[His fingers twine in the back of his hair, threading through those long, dark locks. Haha hiiiii.]
[He goes from sitting on Elysium in a way that's probably familiar (but unfamiliar at the same time, since this is far more heated than, say, trying to smack him in the face with something because those were the terms of the bet at the time) to lying across him, chin propped up in his hand, balanced precariously to one side.]
Really?
[And you didn't SAY ANYTHING??? Thinks local man who also didn't say shit.]
[He doesn't just say "Yes". He sighs it like he's falling onto a fainting couch, or sinking into warm water. It's a relief to be able to say so, insomuch as these two have already been all over each other the entire time they've been friends. Thorns laying across Elysium the way he is right now? That's not abnormal. It's just...very much charged now in a way that it wouldn't have been if Elysium hadn't just kissed him.
And now, all he can do is think about kissing him again as he plays with the back of his hair.]
Sometimes...sometimes I don't think you realize just how irresistible you really are, Estimado.
I had no idea. [About... any of that.] It's not as though I put much effort into my appearance.
[Yes, Mr. Wears-his-shirts-inside-out, we know. Everyone knows. Oblivious to himself, oblivious to everyone else... truly a mental match made in hell.]
You're the one who spends an hour in front of the mirror every morning. [Thorns.]
[Yeah Elysium it's not like you made it obvious...though, even if you did, Thorns wouldn't have known. You know the kind of person he is.
The retort gets a laugh out of Elysium because yeah, he can't argue with him there...but god, all he can think about is how much he wants to kiss him again. He is STARING at his lips and barely managing to be normal-]
I have to look my best. Not just for me.
[It's for you too, goes unsaid as Elysium flutters his light eyelashes in Thorns' direction.]
You're really so...
[He huffs, and really he's just...oozing love and adoration for this man. Like, good god, it's gross.]
[Honestly, if it weren't for Elysium having a morning regimen, Thorns would probably simply roll over and just get started on work half-dressed. Which, truth be told, he absolutely does when the man isn't there. He'll roll out of bed, hair a mess, braid still in from the prior day, chug coffee... and just. Work. God willing he'll be wearing a shirt when it happens. At Rhodes, usually someone turns him around before he gets far down the hallway.
Usually.
It's not that they're co-dependent (they're co-dependent). Thorns just has severely undiagnosed ADHD or something like that. Nothing about this man is diagnosed, really.
He breathes out a very soft, breathy laugh through his nose at the question.]
Yeah.
[Still laying on Elysium, he'll press their lips together again.]
[Listen...you can have ADHD, and autism, AND be highly co-dependent on your partner who just might actually be your soulmate. Like oops! Whoops! Elysium has been let off his leash and now he's never coming back.
The moment Thorns starts to kiss him again, Elysium's tailfeathers go crazy. They fluff up and tremble in a genuinely excited way that Thorns has probably not seen in a while, and with the way the feathers on his head are all fluffy, it makes him look comically large as he kisses Thorns back with the eagerness of a golden retriever. He'll even make a soft sound as they kiss, another sort of bird-like coo in his chest as he toys with the hair at the nape of Thorns' neck.
Sigh. He sighs through his nose. This is the best fucking day of his whole damn life, he's convinced.]
[Best day of your life: Getting transported to the Torture Dimension for eternity, but you got to kiss your crush of several years while he lays on you without a shirt. They'll be making up "would you rather" scenarios based on this for years to come.
But now they both know that they're into each other (one of them made it far less obvious than the other, but that's just how he is), and now it's over for both of them. Thorns is lying over Elysium with a hand tangling in his feathers, noting how very fluffed out they are and making the connection that he's been Fluffy for a While now. Since he's no longer balanced off to one precarious side, it means his full weight is balanced on Elysium, their legs locked together a bit awkwardly now.
Thorns is still a bit of an awkward kisser. The lip movements, he figures out after a second or... sixty of them, shut up — but there's no practice to it. No finesse. At least this time it's less wet?]
[It's awkward, but that's okay. Elysium isn't at all going to complain about a little sloppy kissing when they're kissing at all. In fact, he's happy to let Thorns explore and get a feel for it, though he will do his best to guide him where he can. Tilt his head a little there, press their lips together just so...
He doesn't want to push him too far too quickly, but it's already such a wet kiss that Elysium doesn't feel too bad about the way his tongue briefly flickers out for a taste of Thorns' lips. He groans softly under his breath the moment he does it, because it's truly like he can't get enough of this man. He's had his first taste, metaphorical and literal, and now he just wants everything all at once.
And his hands...they wander, starting to move down his back, feeling up the muscles in his shoulders and back and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-]
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And yet…
Thorns may have negative rizz at the best of times, but he sure knows how to make Elysium feel like a lovesick puppy in over his head, despite the fact they’re cuddling like lovers right now. The Liberi exhales on another breathless laugh.]
I know you’re…not supposed to be here. I’m not, either. But…
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Are you still happy being here, with me?
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What a weird question.
[He exhales a breath, which might sound like a laugh if Elysium is listening closely enough. Given their position, he probably is. It'll tickle his wrist, the one that's by his face.
They're, uh... close enough to where anyone who saw this, and thank god they won't, would think they're interrupting the romance arc of the century here. Or something more salacious. ...probably something more salacious.]
Do you even need to ask? If you sailed out to sea to rejoin the crew, I don't think I'd let you go back to Rhodes.
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Marry him. Literally marry him right now you won’t.
His fingers curl, and his hand moves now from Thorns’ hair…to rest against his cheek. He’s not really thinking now, more acting on impulse than anything as his fingers trace the line of his jaw.]
Yeah…?
[Elysium is laying on him like he’s in a classical painting, guiding Thorns’ head down towards him. Salacious doesn’t even begin to describe it, and even with this angle they’re plenty close enough that he barely has to move at all to feel the light warmth of the Aegir’s breath against his skin.
And…suddenly he’s forgotten the cold.
He catches Thorns by the chin, tugging him lightly forward as if to whisper a secret in his ear. Except, his lips do not go to his ear. Oh no.
His lips meet Thorns’, the fingers holding his chin ever so subtly trembling. His heart feels like it’s going to explode, and a soft cooing is trying to erupt from his chest but he won’t let it.
Mostly.]
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...but to say he was expecting this would be a wild fucking lie. He's not, at all, expecting to be kissed so suddenly. There's a moment, two, three, where he sort of just blinks off into the space behind Elysium's head like he's not quite sure if this is real or not. Maybe his brain made it up. Maybe he really did die that one time he fell off the ship, and this is some kind of hyperspecific (very cold) heaven.
...
Heaven, huh.
Why is the Liberi subtly shaking like that, he wonders? Because it's cold? Nervous? But this feels like the most natural followup to years of doing whatever the hell they've been doing for the last few years, so...?
His eyes close, and the fingers of his flesh-and-blood hand brush back through Elysium's hair.
Yeah. This is good.]
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Elysium very nearly pulls away as the anxiety tries to win, but...it's Thorns returning the kiss that immediately fixes him. Well, no, he's not being fixed, if anything he's becoming even more abnormal because of this, but the fears have lessened. His shoulders relax, and his hand moves from Thorns' chin to the side of his face, just in time for Thorns to cradle the back of his head.
That causes the Liberi to gasp against his lips and open his eyes, looking back at him with his pupils fucking dilated. He's pulled away just a fraction, just a little...but then it's immediately right back into kissing.
More. More kissing, less tentative now as he leans fully into Thorns' space, halfway sprawled across his chest now as they lock lips.]
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...
Actually yeah he's going to flip them. Sorry not sorry, he's sitting square on Elysium now and leaning down to give him what Thorns thinks is a real kiss, because everything's a contest with these two. Except this fucking idiot has never kissed in his life, so it's... it's sloppy.
It's real sloppy. Sorry.]
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He doesn't have to think long about that, because Thorns suddenly takes that decision to stop or go from him.
When Thorns flips their positions, Elysium squeaks in the most undignified way he possibly could have, and whatever rizz he had going completely evaporates along with any reservations he'd previously had. His shoulders his the mattress, and when Thorns sits on top of him, he exhales a quick-]
Oh, God-
[That's just. Desperate, debauched like he's a parched man being given water for the first time, before Thorns ducks his head down to give him a "real" kiss that is too much teeth and too wet.
...okay they need to work on this. But this is fine. He's not mad about it, he's just scrunching up his nose a little as he reaches up to throw his arms around Thorns' neck so he can try to wrangle him into a better position.]
Mm-! Mmh-
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Anyway, he thinks he's suffocating the Liberi, so he'll sit back and stare down at him, wiping off the excess saliva on the back of his hand.]
How long have you been thinking about that?
[Bro, how did you Not Realise Sooner—]
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But no, no. He is not suffocating, and even if he was, he'd thank Thorns for it. He's laughing faintly by the time he pulls away, looking up at Thorns with an expression that can only be described as dreamy.]
So...so long...haha...
[His fingers twine in the back of his hair, threading through those long, dark locks. Haha hiiiii.]
Sorry...I just couldn't hold back anymore.
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Really?
[And you didn't SAY ANYTHING??? Thinks local man who also didn't say shit.]
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[He doesn't just say "Yes". He sighs it like he's falling onto a fainting couch, or sinking into warm water. It's a relief to be able to say so, insomuch as these two have already been all over each other the entire time they've been friends. Thorns laying across Elysium the way he is right now? That's not abnormal. It's just...very much charged now in a way that it wouldn't have been if Elysium hadn't just kissed him.
And now, all he can do is think about kissing him again as he plays with the back of his hair.]
Sometimes...sometimes I don't think you realize just how irresistible you really are, Estimado.
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[Yes, Mr. Wears-his-shirts-inside-out, we know. Everyone knows. Oblivious to himself, oblivious to everyone else... truly a mental match made in hell.]
You're the one who spends an hour in front of the mirror every morning. [Thorns.]
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The retort gets a laugh out of Elysium because yeah, he can't argue with him there...but god, all he can think about is how much he wants to kiss him again. He is STARING at his lips and barely managing to be normal-]
I have to look my best. Not just for me.
[It's for you too, goes unsaid as Elysium flutters his light eyelashes in Thorns' direction.]
You're really so...
[He huffs, and really he's just...oozing love and adoration for this man. Like, good god, it's gross.]
Can you kiss me again? ...please?
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Usually.
It's not that they're co-dependent (they're co-dependent). Thorns just has severely undiagnosed ADHD or something like that. Nothing about this man is diagnosed, really.
He breathes out a very soft, breathy laugh through his nose at the question.]
Yeah.
[Still laying on Elysium, he'll press their lips together again.]
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The moment Thorns starts to kiss him again, Elysium's tailfeathers go crazy. They fluff up and tremble in a genuinely excited way that Thorns has probably not seen in a while, and with the way the feathers on his head are all fluffy, it makes him look comically large as he kisses Thorns back with the eagerness of a golden retriever. He'll even make a soft sound as they kiss, another sort of bird-like coo in his chest as he toys with the hair at the nape of Thorns' neck.
Sigh. He sighs through his nose. This is the best fucking day of his whole damn life, he's convinced.]
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But now they both know that they're into each other (one of them made it far less obvious than the other, but that's just how he is), and now it's over for both of them. Thorns is lying over Elysium with a hand tangling in his feathers, noting how very fluffed out they are and making the connection that he's been Fluffy for a While now. Since he's no longer balanced off to one precarious side, it means his full weight is balanced on Elysium, their legs locked together a bit awkwardly now.
Thorns is still a bit of an awkward kisser. The lip movements, he figures out after a second or... sixty of them, shut up — but there's no practice to it. No finesse. At least this time it's less wet?]
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He doesn't want to push him too far too quickly, but it's already such a wet kiss that Elysium doesn't feel too bad about the way his tongue briefly flickers out for a taste of Thorns' lips. He groans softly under his breath the moment he does it, because it's truly like he can't get enough of this man. He's had his first taste, metaphorical and literal, and now he just wants everything all at once.
And his hands...they wander, starting to move down his back, feeling up the muscles in his shoulders and back and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-]
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