champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Moaning softly into Thorn's mouth and with his mind flooded with cherry red and greedy hands, Mateo runs his palms up the length of the other man's upper thighs, keen to kiss him until he passes out if that's what it takes. Alas, they both need to catch their breath at some point, and the botanist finds himself tracing the inky vines that swarm the courtesan's body as indulgent fingers sink into his curls.
It feels like a thousand years passes before he realises they've not heard back from Aurora, Mateo blinking his eyes open and shifting up enough to get his elbows under him, glancing around for her. And he just about catches sight of her heading into a room with a fellow courtesan, mouthing a sorry! to him; not that he can blame her. He's probably not the best paying customer, given how he's almost a coworker.
"I think it might be a party of two again," he whispers to Thorn with a chuckle.
It feels like a thousand years passes before he realises they've not heard back from Aurora, Mateo blinking his eyes open and shifting up enough to get his elbows under him, glancing around for her. And he just about catches sight of her heading into a room with a fellow courtesan, mouthing a sorry! to him; not that he can blame her. He's probably not the best paying customer, given how he's almost a coworker.
"I think it might be a party of two again," he whispers to Thorn with a chuckle.
