Mateo
Mateo's smile melts into an expression of delighted surprise to feel Vesper pull him back flush against him, his moan a low, quiet thing that belies the sudden eruption of wildfire in his mind, setting every nerve alight and flushing his cheeks a deeper shade of pink. "Cazzo," he hisses, wanting to hang his head only to find fingers tangling in the back of his curls, preventing the movement. "Proprio così--"
Vesper's hips rock forward and Mateo's knees spread further for him, his back arching deliciously into every thrust. Groaning something wild and needy that might still be in the travelling tongue, the botanist's fists clench into the silk sheets, as if to keep him tethered against shadow and rough hands and a body he can't get enough of, no matter how thorough the fucking.
"Gods, Vesper," he purrs, and now the ragged tone of his voice is starting to inch towards reverent pleading, Mateo rocking back into each snap of the other man's hips, relishing the wicked movement of the sentient shadows curling around his body. "Don't stop--" He's close, the scarlet roaring in his mind seeming to coil and tighten, like a chain on the verge of snapping.
Vesper's hips rock forward and Mateo's knees spread further for him, his back arching deliciously into every thrust. Groaning something wild and needy that might still be in the travelling tongue, the botanist's fists clench into the silk sheets, as if to keep him tethered against shadow and rough hands and a body he can't get enough of, no matter how thorough the fucking.
"Gods, Vesper," he purrs, and now the ragged tone of his voice is starting to inch towards reverent pleading, Mateo rocking back into each snap of the other man's hips, relishing the wicked movement of the sentient shadows curling around his body. "Don't stop--" He's close, the scarlet roaring in his mind seeming to coil and tighten, like a chain on the verge of snapping.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
