I need you like god needs the devil, honey
Vesper’s low laugh hums between them, caught somewhere between pleasure and provocation as Mateo's body slots against his. The rush of snapdragon’s warmth lights his blood like a fuse, and the taste of it—bitter, electric, laced with Mateo’s own moan—makes him want more in the way that only bad decisions ever do.
Vesper’s breath hitches the moment Mateo grinds down, the friction jolting through him with white-hot precision. His hips arch instinctively in response, slow but deliberate, pressing up into the cradle of the botanist’s thighs. The warmth of Mateo’s skin against his own feels like striking flint—sharp, sparking, and far too easy to ignite. "Gods I like how you feel," he breathes. His fingers tighten in Mateo’s hair as Vesper tilts his head back enough to look down at him through half-lidded eyes, his pupils blown wide, the constellations across his skin pulsing faintly with each throb of want.
One hand slides down the smooth line of Mateo’s spine, trailing heat in its wake, until it settles low against the small of his back—an unspoken encouragement to keep grinding, keep moving, keep stoking the fire Vesper has no intention of extinguishing. The snapdragon swirls behind his eyes in violent red fractals, and already, the room seems sharper, colours blurring in the corners, sensation crawling deliciously beneath his skin.
Vesper’s breath hitches the moment Mateo grinds down, the friction jolting through him with white-hot precision. His hips arch instinctively in response, slow but deliberate, pressing up into the cradle of the botanist’s thighs. The warmth of Mateo’s skin against his own feels like striking flint—sharp, sparking, and far too easy to ignite. "Gods I like how you feel," he breathes. His fingers tighten in Mateo’s hair as Vesper tilts his head back enough to look down at him through half-lidded eyes, his pupils blown wide, the constellations across his skin pulsing faintly with each throb of want.
One hand slides down the smooth line of Mateo’s spine, trailing heat in its wake, until it settles low against the small of his back—an unspoken encouragement to keep grinding, keep moving, keep stoking the fire Vesper has no intention of extinguishing. The snapdragon swirls behind his eyes in violent red fractals, and already, the room seems sharper, colours blurring in the corners, sensation crawling deliciously beneath his skin.
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.
