I need you like god needs the devil, honey
Vesper grinds the words into Mateo’s throat with his teeth, dragging them over flushed skin like a brand. "Good isn’t the bar I fuck to," he growls, hips snapping harder now, grinding into every thrust like he’s trying to leave fingerprints inside the man. "You think I pinned you here just to make you moan a little and call it good?"
Without waiting for an answer, his grip shifts; one of Vesper’s larger hands wraps around Mateo’s, holding him in place with a possessive force that matches the glittering edge in his smirk. The freed hand slips down between them, dragging slow across the taut plane of Mateo’s thigh and gripping hard enough to leave a constellation of bruises before Vesper takes advantage of the anchor this affords him as he begins to fuck the botanist in earnest. The bed creaks beneath the force of it, silk slipping beneath Mateo’s sweat-slick skin as he’s rocked against the fabric.
Vesper’s breath is sharp and hot against his ear, his voice all filth and fire. "I want you wrecked, not good. I want you hoarse from cryin’ out. I want you still feelin’ me when you sit down tomorrow." His mouth finds Mateo’s again, stealing the sound of his next moan, tongue sweeping possessively as if he can taste every filthy thought the botanist hasn’t said aloud.
Without waiting for an answer, his grip shifts; one of Vesper’s larger hands wraps around Mateo’s, holding him in place with a possessive force that matches the glittering edge in his smirk. The freed hand slips down between them, dragging slow across the taut plane of Mateo’s thigh and gripping hard enough to leave a constellation of bruises before Vesper takes advantage of the anchor this affords him as he begins to fuck the botanist in earnest. The bed creaks beneath the force of it, silk slipping beneath Mateo’s sweat-slick skin as he’s rocked against the fabric.
Vesper’s breath is sharp and hot against his ear, his voice all filth and fire. "I want you wrecked, not good. I want you hoarse from cryin’ out. I want you still feelin’ me when you sit down tomorrow." His mouth finds Mateo’s again, stealing the sound of his next moan, tongue sweeping possessively as if he can taste every filthy thought the botanist hasn’t said aloud.
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.
