Mateo
"You absolutely shouldn't--" Mateo assures Vesper with the start of a wicked smile in his voice that tapers into a sharp moan as the other man surges forward again, the botanist sinking more heavily into the sheets with the added pressure against his bound hands, his mind greedy for every clipped sound of pleasure the demigod is willing to let slip. Rolling his hips to meet him at each thrust, it's through blue eyes glazed with pleasure that he regards the man above him, chest softly rising and falling.
"You can warm up all night if that's what you want," he purrs. "Finish us off just like this and call it good." There's no lie in his thoughts either, for all of the kaleidoscopic images of writhing bodies that his mind paints for them - especially at the phantom feel of shadowy fingers wrapping around his cock. Stuttering out a soft sound of surprise and encouragement, his cock throbs hard in the grip of Vesper's magic, begging for more.
"You can warm up all night if that's what you want," he purrs. "Finish us off just like this and call it good." There's no lie in his thoughts either, for all of the kaleidoscopic images of writhing bodies that his mind paints for them - especially at the phantom feel of shadowy fingers wrapping around his cock. Stuttering out a soft sound of surprise and encouragement, his cock throbs hard in the grip of Vesper's magic, begging for more.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
