[Cobalt shudders and makes a quiet whimper of pleasure as Thorn kisses his throat. The soft fabric of Cobalt's pajama pants does absolutely nothing to conceal his reaction, especially when they're both pressed so tightly together like this; Thorn will definitely be able to feel it pressing up between his legs.

He delights in this for a few seconds, head swimming, heart racing, fingers digging ever tighter into Thorn's back - when, in one smooth action, he wraps his arms tight around Thorn's lower back, stands up, turns around, and lays him down on the bed. Thorn's legs are still straddled over Cobalt's, and their bodies still maintain that point of contact, even now in the missionary position.]