Mateo
"I never ask for anything I do not want," Mateo purrs right back to Vesper, though his breath hitches a touch to find his wrists suddenly bound above his head and the weight of the other man pressing deliciously down against him. "And I do not make a habit of being careful either." From just a couple of evenings in his company, the demigod will know that much already. Still, held in place by a power that feels wild and unrestrained in all the best ways, the botanist lets his head tip back against the pillows to feel every flick of Vesper's tongue and scrape of his teeth.
Impatience and anticipation bloom like twin flames in his mind, searing down the length of his spine and pooling low in his belly, his hips lifting automatically in response to the fingers that tease around the waistband of pants that feel two sizes too small already. "Oh? How would you have me say it?" he whispers, every nerve alive with the thought of a touch that might spark further pleasure, images of quick and brutish fucking colliding with the delectable dance of teasing bliss.
"Do you want me to scream it? Moan it into my pillows? Barely be able to say it because of your hands on me?"
Impatience and anticipation bloom like twin flames in his mind, searing down the length of his spine and pooling low in his belly, his hips lifting automatically in response to the fingers that tease around the waistband of pants that feel two sizes too small already. "Oh? How would you have me say it?" he whispers, every nerve alive with the thought of a touch that might spark further pleasure, images of quick and brutish fucking colliding with the delectable dance of teasing bliss.
"Do you want me to scream it? Moan it into my pillows? Barely be able to say it because of your hands on me?"
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
