I need you like god needs the devil, honey
Vesper swallows Mateo’s moan like a reward, like something earned. He holds the botanist tight against him, his hand fisted in those dark curls to keep him from burying his face, to keep him gasping where Vesper can hear it—every broken plea, every curse in the Travelling Tongue turned vivid in his mind. The demigod doesn’t need the translation; he can feel what each sound means in the raw, molten colour of Mateo’s thoughts.
"Yeah?" he growls, voice rough with need. "Like that?" Each thrust now is calculated, a slow violence—measured, hungry, relentless, and still he wants more.
Vesper’s shadows respond to the pitch of Mateo’s mind, slick and sinuous as they curl tighter around his cock, stroking him with a rhythm that matches the drag of Vesper’s hips. He times everything with near-telepathic precision—because it is—and the pleasure that floods Mateo’s body echoes back into Vesper’s thoughts, threatening to drown them both.
"Cum for me, Mateo" Vesper pants as he drags Mateo back into him again, sharp and deep. He doesn’t speed up—not yet—despite how every nerve in his body is begging for release. Instead, he savours the tension, the tight coil building in Mateo’s body, the storm on the edge of breaking. And through it all, his shadows don’t let up—slick and possessive, coaxing Mateo to the edge and holding him there. Not just to watch him fall, but to fall with him.
"Yeah?" he growls, voice rough with need. "Like that?" Each thrust now is calculated, a slow violence—measured, hungry, relentless, and still he wants more.
Vesper’s shadows respond to the pitch of Mateo’s mind, slick and sinuous as they curl tighter around his cock, stroking him with a rhythm that matches the drag of Vesper’s hips. He times everything with near-telepathic precision—because it is—and the pleasure that floods Mateo’s body echoes back into Vesper’s thoughts, threatening to drown them both.
"Cum for me, Mateo" Vesper pants as he drags Mateo back into him again, sharp and deep. He doesn’t speed up—not yet—despite how every nerve in his body is begging for release. Instead, he savours the tension, the tight coil building in Mateo’s body, the storm on the edge of breaking. And through it all, his shadows don’t let up—slick and possessive, coaxing Mateo to the edge and holding him there. Not just to watch him fall, but to fall with him.
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.
