I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper doesn’t need to hear her cry his name—though gods, does it tear through him like lightning—but he feels it. Feels it ripple down the tether of their minds like a psychic detonation. Her climax hits him not just through the arch of her body, or the desperate way she writhes beneath his mouth, but through the raw, unfiltered chaos of her mind. It's fire and seawater, white-hot and wild, a storm with no center.
Vesper drinks in her pleasure like it’s his own, the raw edge of it searing into his thoughts and ricocheting through his nerves. The shadows around her throat tighten, just for a moment—just enough to sharpen everything, to heighten the contrast between restraint and surrender. He knows she wishes it were him inside her. Feels it like a secret whispered directly into his ear. And gods, he wants it too. Wants to press into her until she forgets her own name, until all that exists is the weight of him and the sound of her falling apart.
But this? This will absolutely do instead.
As the blinding crescendo shatters through her, as her body bucks and tightens and floods with white-hot release, Vesper pulls the shadow from her throat just in time—giving her lungs a sudden, greedy flood of air. A sharp contrast to the breathless pleasure she’d been drowning in; the sound she makes in that moment is something he'll never forget.
His mouth slows, tongue still stroking lazily through the aftermath of her high, savouring the taste of her and the way she trembles beneath him. His shadows begin to withdraw, fading like smoke into the air, leaving only the echo of what they’d done.
And still, Vesper stays there, head resting gently against the inside of her thigh, catching his breath, his smirk softening into something quieter and crooked. "Quick enough for you?"
Vesper drinks in her pleasure like it’s his own, the raw edge of it searing into his thoughts and ricocheting through his nerves. The shadows around her throat tighten, just for a moment—just enough to sharpen everything, to heighten the contrast between restraint and surrender. He knows she wishes it were him inside her. Feels it like a secret whispered directly into his ear. And gods, he wants it too. Wants to press into her until she forgets her own name, until all that exists is the weight of him and the sound of her falling apart.
But this? This will absolutely do instead.
As the blinding crescendo shatters through her, as her body bucks and tightens and floods with white-hot release, Vesper pulls the shadow from her throat just in time—giving her lungs a sudden, greedy flood of air. A sharp contrast to the breathless pleasure she’d been drowning in; the sound she makes in that moment is something he'll never forget.
His mouth slows, tongue still stroking lazily through the aftermath of her high, savouring the taste of her and the way she trembles beneath him. His shadows begin to withdraw, fading like smoke into the air, leaving only the echo of what they’d done.
And still, Vesper stays there, head resting gently against the inside of her thigh, catching his breath, his smirk softening into something quieter and crooked. "Quick enough for you?"
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.
