I need you like god needs the devil, honey
Vesper’s laugh is low and dark, curling from his throat like smoke. "Oh, I’m going to fuck you." The promise molten in his voice as his shadows flex around Mateo’s wrists.
That said, he doesn’t rush. Instead, the demigod draws back just enough to slide Mateo’s pants the rest of the way down with deliberate slowness, before tugging his jingling shoes off and letting them drop. Vesper drinks him in—every detail, every flicker of need that colours the botanist’s expression, every muscle twitch and stuttering breath. His hands linger as he moves, trailing over thighs, hips, the cut of Mateo’s waist, like he’s trying to memorise it all with touch alone.
Only once Mateo is laid bare does Vesper begin to strip himself, peeling away the soft lavender linen and letting it fall in careless folds to the floor. The constellations across his skin shift with each movement, aglow in the low light like they, too, are watching. His hands find Mateo’s hips and yank—a sudden, sharp pull that drags the smaller man to the edge of the bed. Vesper’s grip stays firm as he slots himself between Mateo’s legs, one hand sliding beneath a thigh to guide it around his waist, the other braced against the mattress beside the botanist’s head.
Only when he feels Mateo's legs held around his waist does he shift his hand from Mateo's thigh to the base of his cock. "Can I count this as your enthusiastic consent?" Vesper wonders, bending low until their mouths almost touch again.
That said, he doesn’t rush. Instead, the demigod draws back just enough to slide Mateo’s pants the rest of the way down with deliberate slowness, before tugging his jingling shoes off and letting them drop. Vesper drinks him in—every detail, every flicker of need that colours the botanist’s expression, every muscle twitch and stuttering breath. His hands linger as he moves, trailing over thighs, hips, the cut of Mateo’s waist, like he’s trying to memorise it all with touch alone.
Only once Mateo is laid bare does Vesper begin to strip himself, peeling away the soft lavender linen and letting it fall in careless folds to the floor. The constellations across his skin shift with each movement, aglow in the low light like they, too, are watching. His hands find Mateo’s hips and yank—a sudden, sharp pull that drags the smaller man to the edge of the bed. Vesper’s grip stays firm as he slots himself between Mateo’s legs, one hand sliding beneath a thigh to guide it around his waist, the other braced against the mattress beside the botanist’s head.
Only when he feels Mateo's legs held around his waist does he shift his hand from Mateo's thigh to the base of his cock. "Can I count this as your enthusiastic consent?" Vesper wonders, bending low until their mouths almost touch again.
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.
