I need you like god needs the devil, honey
The sound Mateo makes as Vesper drags him forward sends a jolt through the demigod’s spine, raw and electric. Vesper doesn’t need to read his mind to feel the way the air between them crackles—but gods, does it help. The swirl of Mateo’s thoughts, wanton and bright and begging, are like silk soaked in wine and fire, wrapping around Vesper’s senses until his own restraint starts to fray at the edges. "Good," he echoes, his grin wicked as he steals that kiss Mateo reaches for, catching it slow and deep—tongue and teeth and the smallest hint of punishment for all the teasing. His hand doesn’t stop, fingers curling around Mateo’s cock, dragging a lazy stroke that’s equal parts promise and provocation.
He pulls back just far enough to watch the effect, his thumb dragging over the head of the botanist’s cock with deliberate care, his hips shifting just enough to promise more without giving it—ensuring that any spark of tension or stretch Mateo might feel will be chased immediately by pleasure. Using his height to full advantage, Vesper stretches over him, his body a slow, encompassing weight against glitter-streaked skin. The shadows that had held Mateo’s wrists melt away, replaced by the press of Vesper’s fingers sliding through his, pinning their joined hands to the mattress above his head.
He watches Mateo’s face for the flicker of reaction, for the swell of breath—then presses forward, slow and unrelenting, as he sinks into the botanist for the first time. In preparation for the gasp he hopes breaks from Mateo’s lips, Vesper moves to catch it in a kiss.
He pulls back just far enough to watch the effect, his thumb dragging over the head of the botanist’s cock with deliberate care, his hips shifting just enough to promise more without giving it—ensuring that any spark of tension or stretch Mateo might feel will be chased immediately by pleasure. Using his height to full advantage, Vesper stretches over him, his body a slow, encompassing weight against glitter-streaked skin. The shadows that had held Mateo’s wrists melt away, replaced by the press of Vesper’s fingers sliding through his, pinning their joined hands to the mattress above his head.
He watches Mateo’s face for the flicker of reaction, for the swell of breath—then presses forward, slow and unrelenting, as he sinks into the botanist for the first time. In preparation for the gasp he hopes breaks from Mateo’s lips, Vesper moves to catch it in a kiss.
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.
