[Thorn shivers again, a little harder this time, though whether it's in response to the fingers at his collar bone or the hand on his thigh, it's impossible to say.]
[He makes a soft sound into the kiss, a pleased sort of hum, and presses in a little nearer.]
[Cobalt's pulling at him a little, dragging the pads of his fingers down Thorn's back and feeling out the contours of his body. His kisses are more breathy, more needy.]
[The fingers in Cobalt's hair drift downward, to his back - and maybe Thorn remembers the reaction he got during the kissing game, because he drags his nails down over the fabric, deliberate, hard enough for the pressure to be felt through the cloth.]
[That definitely gets a reaction: something that's halfway between a gasp and a whimper, unambiguously appreciative. Cobalt's own fingers dig in a little deeper, tugging and bunching in the fabric of Thorn's shirt. His teeth brush against Thorn's lower lip and tug for a moment before pressing back into a kiss.]
[He hisses in a sharp breath when Cobalt's teeth get in on the action - leans in closer, and lets the hand on Cobalt's side drop lower, smoothing over his hip to rest on his thigh.]
[He kisses, deep and hungry. They start at Thorn's mouth, then his jaw, then just under his ear. He slides his teeth down Thorn's neck, then pauses at the crook of it, where it meets his shoulder -- what starts as the hint of a bite turns to a kiss.]
[Yeah, okay, that gets an interesting noise out of him. He tilts his head a little, to let Cobalt get a better angle - pauses, and hesitates, and draws back.]
[He's flushed and definitely breathless, and for a second he just kind of looks at Cobalt - bites at his lip, indecisive.]
[Then he stands up. He takes a steadying breath. He settles himself again: on Cobalt's lap, this time, facing him and straddling his legs.]
[The initial anxiety when Thorn pulls away -- that feeling that he must have accidentally taken it too far, and the sudden loss of physical contact when he craves it more than air -- is replaced with... an almost complete malfunction, honestly, as Thorn climbs onto his lap.
Flushed and flustered, he takes a sharp, shaky breath of surprise, head swimming with disbelief and elation and overwhelming undeniable arousal. But after the second it takes to realize that this is actually happening, he wraps his arms around Thorn's waist, pulling him tight against Cobalt's pelvis. He nuzzles under Thorn's chin to mouth at his throat, equal parts joy and hunger.]
[He brings his teeth to Thorn's shoulder again, and this time applies gentle pressure as he tightens his grip around Thorn's waist, pressing them firmly together from chest to groin. At the feeling of Thorn's body heat against his belly, he shifts, pressing his pelvis up against Thorn's, even as he pulls Thorn's hips into his lap.]
[He lifts his head and kisses at Thorn's jaw again, then his mouth, long and deep and exploratory.
His fingers rake down Thorn's back and clasp at Thorn's butt, pressing their bodies together even tighter for a moment -- before his fingers slide up under Thorn's shirt, just a little.]
[He holds his breath during that pause.. and when Thorn doubles down on him afterward, his whole body feels like it's going to burst apart with the sudden bloom of warmth and joy in his chest like wildflowers in summer. He matches Thorn's kisses with equal fervor, sliding his hands up his back, rucking up his shirt as he feels out every bone and muscle, revelling in the heat and suppleness of Thorn's body under his fingers.]
[Well. There are scars. More than on his face, even. A whole hell of a lot of them.]
[But Thorn, it seems, is too busy worrying about other things to pay them much mind right now; he breaks the kiss to press his lips instead to Cobalt's cheek, then jaw, then the exposed line of his throat.]
[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.]
[Thorn doesn't miss a beat - holds tight to Cobalt's shoulders for the position change, fingers clenched in the fabric. As soon as he's down again, in the rumpled blankets on Cobalt's bed, he uses his grip to full advantage, pulling Cobalt in with wiry strength to pick up where he left off.]
His kisses have a greedy, urgent quality to them now, and he drags his hands down Thorn's sides, over his butt, and up the undersides of his thighs, pressing them upwards and open to give him more access. He grinds himself into Thorn, feeling out an angle that gives them both some friction, even through their clothes.]
[He makes a breathless, half-muffled sort of sound, when Cobalt's hands trail down his sides - makes another one, louder, when the friction kicks in. His pants are entirely too tight for this by this point, honestly.]
[His own kisses have a shade of desperation to them, an unsteady sort of urgency. His fingers go for the hem of Cobalt's pajama shirt, slipping up underneath.]
[The shudder of pleasure from those hands against his bare skin ripples straight down to his groin, which he grinds back up into Thorn's. He does it again, and again, panting into their kisses with unbridled desire.
The friction is good, but it could be more. He slips one of his hands down between them and cups Thorn's crotch, pressing the heel of his hand where it counts, while simultaneously sinking his teeth again into Thorn's shoulder -- not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that Thorn can feel it.]
[He breaks the kiss, breathing hard - rests his forehead at the crux between Cobalt's neck and shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, gasping for air. His hand, under the shirt, scrabbles for purchase. His nails, short and blunt, dig in and drag.]
[Still biting at his neck, he manages to blindly fumble open the fly of Thorn's pants and slip his hand inside -- on top of the underwear, not yet touching bare skin, but close enough that he can feel the heat and contours of Thorn's body. He guides it out of the confines of those tight pants and up against Thorn's abdomen, then strokes it with his palm through the thin fabric of his boxers.]
[He makes another soft gasp of pleasure and reflexively grinds himself up between Thorn's butt cheeks, even as he's sliding his fingers into Thorn's underwear and pushing the fabric down and away -- as much as possible, anyway, in this position.
He runs his fingers down Thorn's bare erection, grips it firmly, and works it in long, smooth strokes. He matches the rhythm of his hand with the rhythm of his hips, creating his own pressure and friction between Thorn's legs.]
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[His kisses deepen in response, and his fingertips slip just barely under the collar of Thorn's shirt, just for a moment.
His other hand he lightly rests on top of Thorn's thigh before sliding it up toward his waist.]
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[He makes a soft sound into the kiss, a pleased sort of hum, and presses in a little nearer.]
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[He's flushed and definitely breathless, and for a second he just kind of looks at Cobalt - bites at his lip, indecisive.]
[Then he stands up. He takes a steadying breath. He settles himself again: on Cobalt's lap, this time, facing him and straddling his legs.]
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Flushed and flustered, he takes a sharp, shaky breath of surprise, head swimming with disbelief and elation and overwhelming undeniable arousal. But after the second it takes to realize that this is actually happening, he wraps his arms around Thorn's waist, pulling him tight against Cobalt's pelvis. He nuzzles under Thorn's chin to mouth at his throat, equal parts joy and hunger.]
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[Thorn's still enjoying it when Cobalt pulls him nearer, giving him a whole hell of a lot more to think about than just that.]
[He hisses in a sharp breath when Cobalt begins to mouth at his neck, reaching up to hold onto his shoulders.]
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[His breath hitches a little, and he shifts in Cobalt's lap, letting Cobalt press him nearer - pressing nearer, himself.]
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His fingers rake down Thorn's back and clasp at Thorn's butt, pressing their bodies together even tighter for a moment -- before his fingers slide up under Thorn's shirt, just a little.]
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[Then he shudders, and starts to move again, deepening the kiss and pressing in hard and hungry.]
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[But Thorn, it seems, is too busy worrying about other things to pay them much mind right now; he breaks the kiss to press his lips instead to Cobalt's cheek, then jaw, then the exposed line of his throat.]
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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.]
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His kisses have a greedy, urgent quality to them now, and he drags his hands down Thorn's sides, over his butt, and up the undersides of his thighs, pressing them upwards and open to give him more access. He grinds himself into Thorn, feeling out an angle that gives them both some friction, even through their clothes.]
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[His own kisses have a shade of desperation to them, an unsteady sort of urgency. His fingers go for the hem of Cobalt's pajama shirt, slipping up underneath.]
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The friction is good, but it could be more. He slips one of his hands down between them and cups Thorn's crotch, pressing the heel of his hand where it counts, while simultaneously sinking his teeth again into Thorn's shoulder -- not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that Thorn can feel it.]
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[Thorn's hips jerk up at first contact; he hisses in a breath, pressing into Cobalt's hand.]
[He mouths along Cobalt's neck, then bites down where his lips have passed, as though he needs something to anchor himself.]
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He runs his fingers down Thorn's bare erection, grips it firmly, and works it in long, smooth strokes. He matches the rhythm of his hand with the rhythm of his hips, creating his own pressure and friction between Thorn's legs.]
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