Mateo
"Do not hear me wrong," Mateo purrs, his body coming to life beneath Vesper's reverent touch, his hand smoothing against his shirt as if in apology for the wrinkles undoubtedly put in it by his earlier clutching. "I have no intention of sharing you tonight. But that does not mean people cannot enjoy looking at what they are missing, no?" Raising a brow but seeming nevertheless relieved to hear that the other man is in agreement, Mateo is already trundling them back through a velvet curtain and down a corridor that the usual patrons of Molly's aren't likely to ever see.
"Amore, I can get us a third, fourth and fifth if that is what you want. But not until after I have had you once to myself. The night is still young." Plenty of time to be spent and spent again, if that's what Vesper wants. For now, though, Mateo finally - albeit reluctantly - turns to properly walk the labyrinthine corridors, until they arrive at a small and tucked away door decorated by a carefully cultivated flourish of wisteria.
Within said door, the room Mateo keeps at Molly's might not be the decadant and plush extravagance given to her customers, but it is very comfortable and always stocked with the botanist's favourites. For right now, granted, his favourite thing is the sweetness of Vesper on his tongue, and no sooner has he nudged the door shut when he's pulling the other man down to him again, eager for another taste.
"Amore, I can get us a third, fourth and fifth if that is what you want. But not until after I have had you once to myself. The night is still young." Plenty of time to be spent and spent again, if that's what Vesper wants. For now, though, Mateo finally - albeit reluctantly - turns to properly walk the labyrinthine corridors, until they arrive at a small and tucked away door decorated by a carefully cultivated flourish of wisteria.
Within said door, the room Mateo keeps at Molly's might not be the decadant and plush extravagance given to her customers, but it is very comfortable and always stocked with the botanist's favourites. For right now, granted, his favourite thing is the sweetness of Vesper on his tongue, and no sooner has he nudged the door shut when he's pulling the other man down to him again, eager for another taste.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
