I need you like god needs the devil, honey
The smile Mateo throws over his shoulder—half invitation, half challenge—meets only the hard press of Vesper’s palm against his lower back. In a single motion, smooth and deliberate, the demigod pulls him back slowly and steadily onto his cock rather than thrusting his hips forward. The motion is unrelenting, forcing a broken gasp from Vesper’s lips as he pulls Mateo fully against him. His shadows flex where they’ve wound around Mateo’s cock, tightening just slightly, coaxing him deeper into the haze of want.
"Fuck," Vesper breathes through gritted teeth, head falling forward as he braces a hand at Mateo’s hip. His other slides up the length of his spine to fist briefly in the dark curls at the base of his neck before resting there, keeping him close, tethered. "You feel—" He cuts off with a low groan, beginning to move, slow at first, dragging back just enough to savour the sensation before rocking forward again.
The soft slap of skin fills the space between their breaths, and Vesper holds Mateo in place with the strength of his grip and the weight of his body, letting the curve of the botanist's spine guide his rhythm. His hand never leaves the back of Mateo’s neck, fingers curling tight as his hips roll faster, chasing the edge they’ve both been skirting. "Gods, fuck," he pants.
As the demigod drives deeper, his shadows begin to work in earnest. They aren't rough—not yet—but they're relentless, paced to push the botanist toward the edge faster than his breath can catch. Keen to feel the tension start to crest in Mateo’s mind, like a flickering storm of sensation, Vesper chases it, focusing more on the other man's pleasure than his own, at least insofar as he knows his own will necessarily be amplified by his efforts.
"Fuck," Vesper breathes through gritted teeth, head falling forward as he braces a hand at Mateo’s hip. His other slides up the length of his spine to fist briefly in the dark curls at the base of his neck before resting there, keeping him close, tethered. "You feel—" He cuts off with a low groan, beginning to move, slow at first, dragging back just enough to savour the sensation before rocking forward again.
The soft slap of skin fills the space between their breaths, and Vesper holds Mateo in place with the strength of his grip and the weight of his body, letting the curve of the botanist's spine guide his rhythm. His hand never leaves the back of Mateo’s neck, fingers curling tight as his hips roll faster, chasing the edge they’ve both been skirting. "Gods, fuck," he pants.
As the demigod drives deeper, his shadows begin to work in earnest. They aren't rough—not yet—but they're relentless, paced to push the botanist toward the edge faster than his breath can catch. Keen to feel the tension start to crest in Mateo’s mind, like a flickering storm of sensation, Vesper chases it, focusing more on the other man's pleasure than his own, at least insofar as he knows his own will necessarily be amplified by his efforts.
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.
