#christopher;thorn

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[ kiss ] — sender trails kisses down receiver’s chest and stomach (Thorn for Christopher)

[ kiss ] — sender trails kisses down receiver’s chest and stomach

The soft graze of lips against his skin was a welcome sensation. A rumble of a sound from his chest, idling for a moment in trying to remember where he'd fallen asleep, before distinctly remembering passing out alone. One eye blinked open slowly, glancing down to where a familiar mess of hair was currently kissing his way down his torso. The others group had been out of town for a while, and before that he and his group had been off adventuring, so it had been a while since he'd seen the other.

Immediately, a hand was reachign down, curling fingers softly in to the other's hair and scratching a little for a moment. Not pushing or pulling Thorn in a direction, just providing both a sign that he'd awoken, and also just a point of contact. At least beyond the lips chasing across his skin.

"Y'miss me?"

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4 (Thorn and Christopher)

m/m 4 from here

"That's it, just breathe, Thorn." The warlord's words were a soft murmur in to the shifter's ear, weight pressing the other down in to the mattress as his hips rocked slowly in to that tight heat. His lips were constantly pressing against whatever part of the other they could reach, while one hand reached to lock his fingers with Thorns. Giving a firm squeee as he continued slowly rutting forward, not setting a rough pace. No, if anything it was slower, tender, no rush to it at all. It helped where this felt like the first time in far too long that they'd been able to just share a room and not worry for disruptions, or interruptions, or there being some grand threat on the horizon.

No, Christopher could instead just take his time taking apart Thorn piece by piece with affection and pleasure.

"Feel so good, Thorn."

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22 (Thorn and Christopher)

More and more time was spent together, and there wasn't any part of Christopher that would have it any other way. Not now they'd finally taken a few steps further along from the (incredibly obvious) crushes they'd had on each other without ever having acted on them. Like now, hips relentless in how they worked in to the other man. Both chasing after his own pleasure, and because he could hear it in the shifter's moans. The other was getting close, and he had zero intentions of being the first to finish. One hand shifted, curling firm around the throbbing length, the other pressing to the mattress beneath them.

"Come on, Thorn. I want to see just how much of a mess you're going to make by the time I'm done with you." No hesitation, all of his attention now focused enitrely on the shifter spread out like a feast for him.

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[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them (from Thorn for Christopher, or one of your other medieval/fantasy boys?)

The eagerness of it caught him off guard. One moment they'd been relaxing in a tavern, a few drinks shared amidst the group and eventually retiring to the rooms they'd had to share from a lack of options, the next? Thorn's frame had cralwed in to his lap while he sat upon his bed finishing off his notes from the day. Hands immediately falling to hold the other's waist, any questions he'd aimed to raise muffled against the other's lips.

It at least didn't take Christopher long to return those kisses, holding the other steady in his laps even as their hips pressed to each others/ Feeling the shifter swelling to life against his own arousal, and grinning against the other's lips when he felt the bite.

"Never took you to be so eager, Thorn."