Mateo
Hissing a curse of his own as he feels Vesper abruptly draw back, Mateo already aching with the loss of him, full and hard and relentless, the botanist is moving even before the other man's rough command hits the air. Lithe in a way that suggests his body is used to these sorts of acrobatics and then some, he finds himself first on his belly, before shifting obligingly to his knees. Every thought is awash with a haze of heat and need and the phantoms of a touch he craves again - one that Vesper isn't long in providing him, luckily.
Stuttering out a breath to feel those shadows coil around him, somewhere in the back of his mind he tries to make a mental note to ask about them later, but gods it's hard to concentrate with that not-enough pace against his cock and the teasing press of a body against his own, of fingers sure to leave their marks against his olive skin. At the feel of a hand against his shoulder Mateo glances coyly back towards Vesper, his lips brushing against his knuckles as he does so.
Raising his eyebrows, blue eyes dark with arousal and his muscles growing tense with desperate need, he nevertheless offers an inviting smile. A silent well? what are you waiting for?
Stuttering out a breath to feel those shadows coil around him, somewhere in the back of his mind he tries to make a mental note to ask about them later, but gods it's hard to concentrate with that not-enough pace against his cock and the teasing press of a body against his own, of fingers sure to leave their marks against his olive skin. At the feel of a hand against his shoulder Mateo glances coyly back towards Vesper, his lips brushing against his knuckles as he does so.
Raising his eyebrows, blue eyes dark with arousal and his muscles growing tense with desperate need, he nevertheless offers an inviting smile. A silent well? what are you waiting for?
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
