champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Depends on what, Mateo might have asked, only honestly, he doesn't really care, and he's quite certain he can meet any criteria Thorn presents to them. As the other man busies himself with his cherries (and the rolling pressure of his hips is both maddening and wonderful) the botanist leans up a little out of Aurora's lap so he might press slow and indulgent kisses along the courtesan's chest - just before his head is tilted up and he's caught by the other man's lips again.
Humming softly into the taste of cherries and the heat of Thorn's mouth, Mateo finally snakes an arm around his waist to pull him down properly, wanting to feel the press of his body all over. In the meantime he shifts so Aurora might get to her feet, the courtesan clearly planning to find them a room where they might better continue their activities.
Humming softly into the taste of cherries and the heat of Thorn's mouth, Mateo finally snakes an arm around his waist to pull him down properly, wanting to feel the press of his body all over. In the meantime he shifts so Aurora might get to her feet, the courtesan clearly planning to find them a room where they might better continue their activities.
