champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"I do love confidence in a man," Mateo purrs, his smile audible in his voice as he glances over his shoulder at Thorn, blue eyes dark with expectation and arousal. And the other man doesn't disappoint - not that Mateo had ever expected him to - and as his body is revealed in full and he presses in and all around him, the botanist nearly melts into the touch. Moaning a breathless note of surprise at the clever use of magic, by the time he feels the head of Thorn's cock sinking into him, Mateo is more than ready.
"You feel fucking amazing," he moans, braced against the table and manoeuvred easily as Thorn's hands ghost across his chest and down between his thighs. "Fuck--" As the thrust of the other man's hips drive his own cock forward, Mateo has to fight against the sudden laughter rising like a scream in the back of his throat. "Gods, yes - just like that," he encourages, a flush of pink rising in his cheeks and down his throat, especially as he glances to the side to see someone hurrying past on the way to their next appointment.
"You feel fucking amazing," he moans, braced against the table and manoeuvred easily as Thorn's hands ghost across his chest and down between his thighs. "Fuck--" As the thrust of the other man's hips drive his own cock forward, Mateo has to fight against the sudden laughter rising like a scream in the back of his throat. "Gods, yes - just like that," he encourages, a flush of pink rising in his cheeks and down his throat, especially as he glances to the side to see someone hurrying past on the way to their next appointment.
