Mateo
"Sounds like you have given yourself quite the job to do," Mateo says with a sly smile, though no part of his mind or his expression suggests that he has any doubt in Vesper's skills. The botanist is quite certain, in fact, beneath the simmering heat of his arousal, that the man pinning him to his sheets will be successful in no time at all, and he has every intention of enjoying the way his own self-controls unravels at his every touch.
Speaking of which, as Vesper's clever fingers find their way into his pants at last, Mateo's gasp is one of shivery encouragement, the travelling tongue spilling from his lips in a brief serenade, especially as he feels the not-enough press of the other man's cock against the inside of his thigh. "Are you going to fuck me, Vesper?" he whispers, eyes dark with arousal, fingers flexing in the grip of the other man's shadows. "Or are you going to make me scream in other ways, first?"
Speaking of which, as Vesper's clever fingers find their way into his pants at last, Mateo's gasp is one of shivery encouragement, the travelling tongue spilling from his lips in a brief serenade, especially as he feels the not-enough press of the other man's cock against the inside of his thigh. "Are you going to fuck me, Vesper?" he whispers, eyes dark with arousal, fingers flexing in the grip of the other man's shadows. "Or are you going to make me scream in other ways, first?"
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me







