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"What do you want?"
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"What do you want?"
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No one else can tell you you're good.
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thorns snuggles against him. ]
No one will.
[ "Well. I guess Rafayel did that one time." ]
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He feels strongly enough about this statement to break his vow on thoughtshares. He would (?) snuggle back but he is now frozen in place. ]
Rafayel?
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[ and it weirded thorns out at the time, even though right now that feels like the highest honor anyone could bestow upon him...? truly you do not appreciate what you have until it is gone. ]
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They are, in fact, getting closer because Elysium has now rolled over to pin himself atop Thorns. He looks more upset than he ever has in his life. Hello? The betrayal can be felt deep in his bones. ]
And you just accepted it?
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I guess I shouldn't if I'm not one...?
[ this is a practical answer, but likely not the one elysium wants. ]
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[ This is like. 80% the kigurumi speaking. But also: ]
They aren't allowed to tell you you're bad, either.
[ That is 90% Elysium, ]
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he wraps his arm around elysium's neck. ]
Okay. Only you can.
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He's wrong, too. [ He lets the motion draw him in, nuzzling his face into the crook of Thorns' neck. Like a cat bunting, he rubs his feathers against his skin. This is… his sea urchin? His biscuit. ] You're not just good. You're the best.
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this is the happiest day of his life? you can't get praised more than being called the best...
he holds onto him more tightly. ]
That's what I wanted to hear.
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Takes this as encouragement to bite him. ]
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he squirms underneath him. ]
Do that again.
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Mm. No one else is allowed to do this, either.
[ leaves hickey. how far can we go before they end up on the kiss chart, help ]
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[ well. they can find out.
because he's going to shift so that he can bite elysium's ear, licking at the lobe lightly. he wants... more praise? ]
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… Wow. Competition's fierce.
And deeper than that: Elysium is the one who's known Thorns the longest, been with him the longest. As long as this holds true, he's the one who should know him the best, likes him the most. But, he wonders if the same could be said about Thorns? Something he's never worried about before. Whatever access Thorns wants, Elysium gives, breath catching in his throat at the bite.
Unfortunately, well. If Thorns chooses to inspect his skin at all, the likelier it is he'll find faint marks spotting so much of Elysium's skin. ]
I will. But you have to tell me who you're asking this from. Who do you like the most, Thorns?
[ He is already inherently needy; this effect really is just invoking the worst in him. ]
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here's the thing, thorns isn't stupid. while he has been largely uninterested in getting involved with others, he knows what people do when they have needs. and elysium has basically admitted to fooling around without directly admitting to it when he said he's tried everything purgatory has laid out for them.
and it's not any of thorns' business. but he hasn't been able to stop thinking about it.
he finds whatever mark is darkest, so it has to be the most recent, and he digs his nail against it before pressing his mouth against the spot. ]
I thought it would be obvious.
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He inhales sharply. Too sharp, like the rest of the air in his lungs has been knocked clean out of him. There's a jolt unlike anything that's come before, and suddenly, he's starting to feel warm. To gain access they might've had to put these costumes on, but nowhere had said they'd had to keep them on.
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He hooks a finger into Thorns' zipper, slowly dragging it down. Sorry. Something something lust week putting his mind in the permanent gutter. ]
It's not obvious enough to other people. [ It is incredibly obvious, seeing as people were going up to Elysium a few days ago like he had been dragged deeper into the maze again, concerned about him and Thorns. But, he isn't thinking rationally at the moment, heart thumping loud in his chest. ] You have to say it aloud.
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he considers this, before he finally leans in and presses his mouth against elysium's. the thing is, while thorns does not actually have much personal experience in things like this, his cyoa did give him the memories of another version of himself who had a lot of experience in this. too much experience, actually.
he pulls back, only to lean in again for another kiss. ]
You. It's you, Elysium.
[ in his kigu... ]
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But there is, once again, the nagging sense that affection should be on his terms. Thorns pulls away and there is an immediate noise of protest. Even the follow-up feels like it isn't enough. Who said he could just stop?
Elysium shifts, flipping them both so he's on his back with Thorns settled on top of him. One arm wraps tightly around his torso, holding him in place, while the other tangles in his hair, pressing him in for another kiss. If Thorns tries to break it, he'll bite him in place.
sorry all i can think about is how sweaty they're going to get in these fucking things, kigus are hell unless you do not have the heat on… ]
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but while kissing him, thorns comes to a realization. he tries to pull back just enough so that he can speak. he is risking getting bitten to ask this. ]
Who do you like the most?
[ can he get... a compliment? 👉👈 ]
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He frowns again when Thorns pulls back and actively tries to fight it. He is… displeased, attention fixated on the sliver of skin revealed by the small unzip of the costume. That is… his territory… ]
You. It's always been you.
[ He pauses, weighing how to emphasise the point. His head is so empty. ]
… I wouldn't be half as desperate even if the Captain or Doctor were in your place.
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thorns licks another spot on elysium's neck before sucking on the skin there. he will leave his own mark. ]
Mm. You have been thinking of other people though.
[ he tries hard not to be jealous, but it is getting difficult to manage that. if elysium had needs then he should have gone to thorns... he is completely ignoring the entire period of time where they were being awkward around each other. ]
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If that's your definition of it, I guess I have.
[ His impatience spikes, and almost restlessly, he feels like he has to be the one with his mouth on Thorns. Instinct demands him to pull him up, but this is edging past shallow wants into something more genuine. He reins it in at the last second, biting the inside of his cheek to ground himself, fingers distracting themselves by continuing to clumsily bring down Thorns' zipper. ]
From my perspective, I've only ever thought of you. [ "The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you, Thorns." ] … But do you want to be? The only person I think of like that?
[ … ]
Give me your answer later.
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he doesn't want to hurt him either.
so for now, he will at least shrug off the top of the kigu once it's zipped down enough. he tries to start to remove elysium's as well, more eager than anything. ]
... We'll talk later, then. And we'll focus on this right now.
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[ There's another pause as he stays perfectly still beneath Thorns' touch. Every instinct in him screams to rush this and end the slow, aching drag of it. Instead, he forces himself to breathe in. Then out.
He lifts Thorns' hand, almost reverently, and presses his forehead to it, eyes closing shut. ]
… Even then, don't feel like you need to rush to give me an answer. I'll wait. You're the only person I want to wait for, Thorns.
[ And with that, he doesn't wait for anything else. He lets Thorns' hand fall as he finally takes what he's been holding himself back from all this time, mouth finding Thorns' again before he trails lower. ]
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