I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper lets her move him. He sees it coming, feels the sharp, coiling intent in her mind even before her body follows through, and he allows it—hell, welcomes it. When her leg hooks behind his and the world tilts, he goes down easy, the breath leaving him in a quiet grunt as his back meets the heated rock. He barely registers the bite of the stone, too busy drinking in the sensation of her settling over him, thighs bracketing his waist, heat pressing down against the ache already straining beneath his clothes.
His hands go to her instinctively, fingers sliding to grip the curve of her hips, thumbs pressing into soft skin through the fabric of her pants. He doesn’t help her move, doesn’t pull her down harder—no, cause that’d be too easy. Instead, he just holds, savouring the weight of her, the way her body fits against his. And no doubt she'll feel every inch of the effect she'd had on him thus far, no question about it as her core settles right over the proof of his arousal. It’s not even fucking fair, the advantage she has now, but he’s not about to start complaining now.
His smirk is sharp, predatory, even as she leans down, her breath teasing over his lips, her body a torturous fucking invitation above him. The shift in control, the delicious reversal of their game, sends a shiver of pleasure rolling through him, a slow flex of his fingers against her waist as he watches her. "That remains to be seen," he drawls, voice rough with restraint, though there's an unmistakable challenge woven through the lazy syllables. His gaze flickers, amused, burning, as his smirk deepens. "But I’m startin’ to think you never had trouble with those tongue twisters at all."
His hands finally move then, one slipping up her spine in a slow, possessive drag, the other shifting lower, fingers splaying over the curve of her ass to pull her that much more firmly against him. He tilts his head up, closing the minuscule distance between them, his lips grazing hers in a barely-there touch, teasing her the way she’s teased him. "I'm gonna make you pay for every second of this," he vows, voice nothing but a husky breath against her mouth.
His hands go to her instinctively, fingers sliding to grip the curve of her hips, thumbs pressing into soft skin through the fabric of her pants. He doesn’t help her move, doesn’t pull her down harder—no, cause that’d be too easy. Instead, he just holds, savouring the weight of her, the way her body fits against his. And no doubt she'll feel every inch of the effect she'd had on him thus far, no question about it as her core settles right over the proof of his arousal. It’s not even fucking fair, the advantage she has now, but he’s not about to start complaining now.
His smirk is sharp, predatory, even as she leans down, her breath teasing over his lips, her body a torturous fucking invitation above him. The shift in control, the delicious reversal of their game, sends a shiver of pleasure rolling through him, a slow flex of his fingers against her waist as he watches her. "That remains to be seen," he drawls, voice rough with restraint, though there's an unmistakable challenge woven through the lazy syllables. His gaze flickers, amused, burning, as his smirk deepens. "But I’m startin’ to think you never had trouble with those tongue twisters at all."
His hands finally move then, one slipping up her spine in a slow, possessive drag, the other shifting lower, fingers splaying over the curve of her ass to pull her that much more firmly against him. He tilts his head up, closing the minuscule distance between them, his lips grazing hers in a barely-there touch, teasing her the way she’s teased him. "I'm gonna make you pay for every second of this," he vows, voice nothing but a husky breath against her mouth.
but I swear to God I'll find it
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
