[SE] it's a hell of a feeling though

Mateo

"I didn't mean to offend--" Mateo assures Vesper with the start of a smile in his words, the botanist's fingers clenching and unclenching as if he might be able to free his hands enough to offer some placation of his own. Of course, whatever he's said to the demigod has his hips snapping forward hard enough to drag a very unintentional moan from Mateo's throat, and even as his legs tighten around Vesper's waist, he feels himself repositioned with bruising force that has a fresh curl of heat igniting in his bones.

"Fuck," Mateo hisses, the exclamation one of combined surprise and approval as the other man slams into him and begins fucking him the way they both know will have his throat raw with pleasure by the time they're through. Thoroughly unable to hold a conversation at this point, he willingly submits to the possessive kiss Vesper takes from his lips, a moan rumbling in his throat and chest that begs for escape. "Fuck, gods, Vesper--" He pants, his thoughts unravelling into little more than snatches of colour and pressure and sensation, chasing a mounting high that begs the demigod to go harder, faster, to make good on his promises and fuck him to oblivion and back.

if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!