Mateo
"I thought you might say as much, but I always like my consent to be enthusiastic," Mateo says with a dimpled grin, reaching out to snag Vesper by the waist of his pants with fingers long gone a little numb, ferrying him forward at the same time as the botanist steps back. But he's caught, all of a sudden, by the way the moonlight mingles with the gauzy vibrance of lanterns through silk, and how they cast Vesper's face in an array of colour, highlighting the constellations dancing across the bridge of his nose.
"Bellissimo," Mateo breathes, his free hand coming up as if to brush across the other man's cheek, his blue eyes greedily drinking him in. His steps have slowed for a second, but luckily for the trajectory of their night, at that moment someone barges past the two addled young men, shoving both of them further in through the doorway of Mother Molly's and conveniently carrying Mateo into the kiss he's been looking forward to all night.
His waistcoat and his shirt have been unbuttoned for some time already, but if there's any glitter on his body then it's absolutely transferred from other people, his hands eager to see if the lavender linen Vesper has clad himself in feels as good as it looks against his skin.
"Bellissimo," Mateo breathes, his free hand coming up as if to brush across the other man's cheek, his blue eyes greedily drinking him in. His steps have slowed for a second, but luckily for the trajectory of their night, at that moment someone barges past the two addled young men, shoving both of them further in through the doorway of Mother Molly's and conveniently carrying Mateo into the kiss he's been looking forward to all night.
His waistcoat and his shirt have been unbuttoned for some time already, but if there's any glitter on his body then it's absolutely transferred from other people, his hands eager to see if the lavender linen Vesper has clad himself in feels as good as it looks against his skin.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
