Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Mm, stop talking," Mateo murmurs into the kiss, his smile half formed, his body already shifting of its own accord to properly straddle the aviator. Having recently returned from work, the soft hands Ever had complimented earlier aren't currently bedecked by rings, and so it's only their warm press that the other man will feel down the length of his chest. "It feels good. You feel good."
Drawing back away from Ever's lips, Mateo drops a kiss or two against the corner of his mouth before descending down the line of his jaw and the tanned column of his neck. He can't stop to encourage or direct the other man's hands - however they might be frozen or exploring his body in turn - but he'll give enthusiastic consent wherever Ever does want to touch.
Drawing back away from Ever's lips, Mateo drops a kiss or two against the corner of his mouth before descending down the line of his jaw and the tanned column of his neck. He can't stop to encourage or direct the other man's hands - however they might be frozen or exploring his body in turn - but he'll give enthusiastic consent wherever Ever does want to touch.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
