[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.]
[His nails scrabble at Cobalt's back; his teeth nip at the skin of Cobalt's neck, working a path up to his jaw. He's begun to pick up a rhythm of his own, the motion of his hips decidedly urgent.]
[He kisses Thorn deeply and leans in until they're chest to chest, pressing him into the bed, leaving just enough space between them for Cobalt's hand to work. Supporting himself with an elbow, he tangles the fingers of his free hand into Thorn's hair, holding him in place.
He matches his pace with Thorn's, steadily increasing the pressure until he can feel the movement from his own body traveling back up through Thorn's. Tension is spooling perilously up inside of him, and his hands tighten both in Thorn's hair and around his dick.]
[The weight of Cobalt's body pressing him down and the feel of fingers in his hair, restricting his movement, spark a thrill up Thorn's spine. He breaks the kiss to hiss in a sharp breath - pants for air, makes a sound that he would almost certainly never admit was a whine, and presses up into Cobalt's grip, chasing a conclusion of his own.]
[Heart pounding, head swimming, breath husky, he opens his eyes just enough to watch Thorn's expression; his own is a mix of adoration and possessive hunger. The feeling of Thorn's small body pinned in place under him, legs spread wide, and Thorn's dick - hot, hard, and increasingly slick - sliding in and out of Cobalt's grip -- is so unbelievably erotic that he can hardly believe this is actually happening. It takes him straight to the verge and he takes a shuddering breath as his abdominal muscles begin to contract.
He's still watching Thorn's face as he nuzzles up against his temple. His voice is a rough whisper:]
[There's nothing in response--just a sharp indrawn breath, and a small sound muffled mostly by Thorn biting down on Cobalt's shoulder again, a little harder this time.]
[He stills when he comes, toes curling, eyes squeezed shut, fingers holding on as though for dear life.]
The exquisite pressure of teeth sinking into his shoulder and the sudden strained stillness of Thorn's body against his is enough - more than enough - to send him crashing over the edge. He grips Thorn tightly, gasping into the mattress as wave after wave of pleasure surges through him. He grinds himself into Thorn roughly, working himself through it in uncoordinated jerks.]
[It takes him a moment to come down, shaky and spent. When he's done, his head falls back against the rumpled covers, hair fanned out below him, eyes closed--just breathing.]
[His chest, under the battered grey cloth of his shirt, is still heaving as he gasps air; Cobalt can probably feel the too-fast rhythm of his heart where they're still pressed together.]
[Cobalt's in about the same state, coming down. He's lightheaded and breathless, swooning a little into the sheets as the blood returns to his extremities.
As he starts to collect himself, he peeks over at Thorn, feeling like his heart is expanding ten sizes, so overwhelmed with affection and bliss. His mood is probably evident in the smile in his eyes.
He kisses Thorn's temple, then his forehead, calm and delicate and very, very fond.]
[He lifts himself off Thorn and flops down on the bed beside him, flushed and beaming. This afternoon he was burned and shot with arrows and this is still the best day he can remember.
His heart's still pounding, so he relaxes and lets his eyes drift closed for a moment, reaching out until his hand finds Thorn's, there on the bed beside him.
He lightly caresses his hand, then interlaces their fingers, gentle.]
[With Cobalt's eyes closed, there's not visible reaction, but Thorn's palm is very warm, and after a beat or two of silence, his hand tightens its grip, just slightly.]
[There's a couple of startled beats of silence. It's probably better that Cobalt's eyes are closed, so he misses the shift of expressions across Thorn's face.]
[When his tongue is finally untangled, he manages:]
...we need to work on getting you better memories.
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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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Holy shit ✨
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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He matches his pace with Thorn's, steadily increasing the pressure until he can feel the movement from his own body traveling back up through Thorn's. Tension is spooling perilously up inside of him, and his hands tighten both in Thorn's hair and around his dick.]
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He's still watching Thorn's face as he nuzzles up against his temple. His voice is a rough whisper:]
L...Lumen--!
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[He stills when he comes, toes curling, eyes squeezed shut, fingers holding on as though for dear life.]
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The exquisite pressure of teeth sinking into his shoulder and the sudden strained stillness of Thorn's body against his is enough - more than enough - to send him crashing over the edge. He grips Thorn tightly, gasping into the mattress as wave after wave of pleasure surges through him. He grinds himself into Thorn roughly, working himself through it in uncoordinated jerks.]
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[His chest, under the battered grey cloth of his shirt, is still heaving as he gasps air; Cobalt can probably feel the too-fast rhythm of his heart where they're still pressed together.]
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As he starts to collect himself, he peeks over at Thorn, feeling like his heart is expanding ten sizes, so overwhelmed with affection and bliss. His mood is probably evident in the smile in his eyes.
He kisses Thorn's temple, then his forehead, calm and delicate and very, very fond.]
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[His eyes won't quite meet Cobalt's, but his expression is soft, and flustered, and a little unsure.]
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His heart's still pounding, so he relaxes and lets his eyes drift closed for a moment, reaching out until his hand finds Thorn's, there on the bed beside him.
He lightly caresses his hand, then interlaces their fingers, gentle.]
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[Still smiling and content, he looks over at Thorn.]
This is the happiest I can remember being.
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[When his tongue is finally untangled, he manages:]
...we need to work on getting you better memories.
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Thank you. For doing that with me.
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