I need you like god needs the devil, honey
Vesper hits the kiss like he’s been waiting all night to sink into it—because like Mateo, he has.
His hand catches the curve of Mateo’s jaw, fingers curling just beneath it as he tilts the botanist’s face upward, guiding him into the press of lips like a slow burn caught between twilight and silk. The world is loud around them—music, voices, the rustle of fabric—but Vesper tunes it out, drowning instead in the electric, heady chaos of Mateo’s thoughts.
It tastes like starlight and sugar, like something floral blooming hot against the back of his tongue. His thumb brushes Mateo’s cheekbone as the kiss deepens, languid and greedy, his mouth coaxing and claiming with the same deliberate grace he’s shown all night. Like he wants to memorize it. Like he wants to write it into Mateo’s bones. His other hand slides beneath the hem of the open waistcoat, cool fingers finding warm skin at the small of Mateo’s back. He doesn’t press, not yet—just holds him there, just enough to feel the steady heat of him, the flutter of movement that matches the erratic spill of thought beneath. A hum stirs low in Vesper’s throat, the vibration soft against Mateo’s lips.
He doesn’t need to say I want you; he’s already inside Mateo’s mind, painting it with every brush of his tongue.
His hand catches the curve of Mateo’s jaw, fingers curling just beneath it as he tilts the botanist’s face upward, guiding him into the press of lips like a slow burn caught between twilight and silk. The world is loud around them—music, voices, the rustle of fabric—but Vesper tunes it out, drowning instead in the electric, heady chaos of Mateo’s thoughts.
It tastes like starlight and sugar, like something floral blooming hot against the back of his tongue. His thumb brushes Mateo’s cheekbone as the kiss deepens, languid and greedy, his mouth coaxing and claiming with the same deliberate grace he’s shown all night. Like he wants to memorize it. Like he wants to write it into Mateo’s bones. His other hand slides beneath the hem of the open waistcoat, cool fingers finding warm skin at the small of Mateo’s back. He doesn’t press, not yet—just holds him there, just enough to feel the steady heat of him, the flutter of movement that matches the erratic spill of thought beneath. A hum stirs low in Vesper’s throat, the vibration soft against Mateo’s lips.
He doesn’t need to say I want you; he’s already inside Mateo’s mind, painting it with every brush of his tongue.
someday soon this dust's gonna settle
☆ 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.
