I need you like god needs the devil, honey
The rhythm Mateo sets is slow at first, but deep—each roll of his hips grounding Vesper further into the bed, forcing every breath from his lungs in ragged bursts. His hands roam freely now, no longer content with just anchoring the botanist in place. One trails down the elegant line of Mateo’s spine, the other mapping every flex and shift of his stomach, his ribs, the subtle tremble in his thighs as he moves.
Vesper drinks in the heat between them, the slick of sweat beginning to form where their chests press together, the velvety friction of skin against skin. Each drag of Mateo’s cock between them sends a pulse of pleasure through his body like a struck chord—low, vibrating, endless. And beneath it all, the snapdragon continues to blur the edges of his thoughts into a molten haze, every sensation taking on colour, heat, and light. The botanist is everywhere—on top of him, around him, in him—and the intimacy of it is as overwhelming as the physical.
"Mateo," Vesper mutters against Mateo’s mouth, the word half groaned, half bitten into the kiss he steals next. It’s messier this time, needier—his tongue sliding against Mateo’s with a desperation that matches the bruising way his hands grip at his hips again, urging him faster now. "Don’t stop."
His shadows curl with instinctive hunger, snaking around the bedposts and across the floor in wild spirals, reacting to every quickening breath and stuttered moan. One coils again at the base of Mateo’s cock, featherlight but firm, a teasing pressure that mirrors Vesper’s hands as they slide down to cup the other man’s ass, guiding the roll of his hips with increasing urgency. He wants more—wants all of it. The heat, the sweat, the dizzy burn in his lungs, the way Mateo’s hair brushes against his cheek as he leans in again. And gods, he wants to hear him come apart. Wants to feel it. Wants to taste his name when it spills from Mateo’s lips like something broken and divine.
Vesper drinks in the heat between them, the slick of sweat beginning to form where their chests press together, the velvety friction of skin against skin. Each drag of Mateo’s cock between them sends a pulse of pleasure through his body like a struck chord—low, vibrating, endless. And beneath it all, the snapdragon continues to blur the edges of his thoughts into a molten haze, every sensation taking on colour, heat, and light. The botanist is everywhere—on top of him, around him, in him—and the intimacy of it is as overwhelming as the physical.
"Mateo," Vesper mutters against Mateo’s mouth, the word half groaned, half bitten into the kiss he steals next. It’s messier this time, needier—his tongue sliding against Mateo’s with a desperation that matches the bruising way his hands grip at his hips again, urging him faster now. "Don’t stop."
His shadows curl with instinctive hunger, snaking around the bedposts and across the floor in wild spirals, reacting to every quickening breath and stuttered moan. One coils again at the base of Mateo’s cock, featherlight but firm, a teasing pressure that mirrors Vesper’s hands as they slide down to cup the other man’s ass, guiding the roll of his hips with increasing urgency. He wants more—wants all of it. The heat, the sweat, the dizzy burn in his lungs, the way Mateo’s hair brushes against his cheek as he leans in again. And gods, he wants to hear him come apart. Wants to feel it. Wants to taste his name when it spills from Mateo’s lips like something broken and divine.
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.
