Mateo
Something needy and dark flickers to life in Mateo's thoughts as he's caged in by the press of Vesper's body and the wicked touch of his hands; something that wants to be pinned down and taken, like a butterfly caught beneath a cat's paw. In his mind the black velvet of his lust kindles with a heat that threatens to go wild with desire, urging rough handling and heedless want over the soft and reverent touches of before.
Surging up to meet the other man's lips, his fingers unfasten buttons and unhook buckles with the practiced flourish of a magician whose favourite act is nudity, and only when he can taste the perfumed sweat of Vesper's bare skin will he be remotely satisfied. "I am not a difficult instrument to learn," he assures Vesper in a sweet whisper against the sharp curve of his jaw. "But it takes some skill to master me."
Not that he thinks the other man will struggle if their night thus far is any indication, Mateo shrugging out of his shirt and waistcoat without fully taking his hands from the sleeves, such is his reluctance to let Vesper go.
Surging up to meet the other man's lips, his fingers unfasten buttons and unhook buckles with the practiced flourish of a magician whose favourite act is nudity, and only when he can taste the perfumed sweat of Vesper's bare skin will he be remotely satisfied. "I am not a difficult instrument to learn," he assures Vesper in a sweet whisper against the sharp curve of his jaw. "But it takes some skill to master me."
Not that he thinks the other man will struggle if their night thus far is any indication, Mateo shrugging out of his shirt and waistcoat without fully taking his hands from the sleeves, such is his reluctance to let Vesper go.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
