I need you like god needs the devil, honey
Vesper’s grin curves sharp and wolfish at Mateo’s purr, every word like the drag of velvet over bare skin. "They can look all they want," he agrees, eyes glinting as he's ushered behind the velvet curtain and into the quieter dark. And gods, the thoughts bleeding from the botanist—sultry, slick, delightfully impatient—pour over Vesper like honeyed wine. He drinks them in greedily, letting them swirl behind his eyes as they're tugged down the hidden corridor, each step deeper into Molly’s private maze echoing with delicious potential. His mind is a low hum of hunger, of wanting not just Mateo's body but the tangled brightness of his thoughts, the fluttering bloom of anticipation that only sharpens the longer Vesper lets it steep.
By the time the wisteria-marked door swings open, Vesper’s already leaning in, moving like smoke and shadow. The moment the door clicks shut, his hand braces flat against the wall just above Mateo’s head, boxing him in. With his other hand, he captures the curve of the botanist’s waist, slipping under the edge of his already-rumpled shirt to find warm skin, his fingers spreading slow and possessive across the small of his back.
"You say such pretty things," he murmurs, gaze dropping to Mateo’s mouth, voice low and rough with want. "But you ain't said my name quite the way I wanna hear it yet." Then he's kissing him again—deeper this time, hungrier. Vesper pins him to the wall without force, just gravity and heat and the sharp line of his body slotting against Mateo's, chasing every high-flung thought with the drag of his tongue and the press of his hips.
By the time the wisteria-marked door swings open, Vesper’s already leaning in, moving like smoke and shadow. The moment the door clicks shut, his hand braces flat against the wall just above Mateo’s head, boxing him in. With his other hand, he captures the curve of the botanist’s waist, slipping under the edge of his already-rumpled shirt to find warm skin, his fingers spreading slow and possessive across the small of his back.
"You say such pretty things," he murmurs, gaze dropping to Mateo’s mouth, voice low and rough with want. "But you ain't said my name quite the way I wanna hear it yet." Then he's kissing him again—deeper this time, hungrier. Vesper pins him to the wall without force, just gravity and heat and the sharp line of his body slotting against Mateo's, chasing every high-flung thought with the drag of his tongue and the press of his hips.
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.
