if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper watches. There’s no other word for it; he watches her like a man starving in a garden full of forbidden fruit. Every slow hinge of her body, every teasing shimmy and flick of a strap is seared into him with ferocious clarity. He tracks the rise of her shirt, the tantalizing glimpse of pale skin beneath dark leather, the flicker of black lace cupping her hips. The delicate trail of her fingers, the glint of her belt buckles, the exact moment the fabric gives way to skin. He doesn't blink. Doesn’t breathe. Just watches as each layer peels away, and with it, the last remnants of restraint in him begin to smoulder.
The breath he draws is sharp and soundless, like the moment before a wave crashes—still only in the way that promises violence. His eyes drag over her, from the flame-kissed skin of her thighs to the dark lace now curling to ash on the wind, and there’s nothing coy left in him anymore. No patience. No pretense. Just the raw, ragged edge of want burning through every line of his body.
"Enough," he growls—low and rough, more shadow than voice—and his hands are already at her hips, strong and sure as his fingers curl around her hips as he pulls her down against his mouth.
There’s nothing tentative about it. No slow burn now. His tongue parts her without hesitation, his hunger sharpened by the way she thought about this; by the thrill she gets watching herself in the mirror while he dines on her from below. He can’t see her reflection, but he doesn’t need to; he'll feel it in her mind; every pulse of heat and sharp hitch of breath as she watches her own body tremble under his mouth.
Vesper groans low and fervent into her, the vibration another teasing wave against her clit. One hand anchors her against him while the other trails up her stomach, a slow drag of fingers until it cups the underside of her breast—possessive, reverent, and just shy of rough. He parts her further with his tongue, lapping and sliding deeper, each stroke deliberate, frenzied, worshipful.
The breath he draws is sharp and soundless, like the moment before a wave crashes—still only in the way that promises violence. His eyes drag over her, from the flame-kissed skin of her thighs to the dark lace now curling to ash on the wind, and there’s nothing coy left in him anymore. No patience. No pretense. Just the raw, ragged edge of want burning through every line of his body.
"Enough," he growls—low and rough, more shadow than voice—and his hands are already at her hips, strong and sure as his fingers curl around her hips as he pulls her down against his mouth.
There’s nothing tentative about it. No slow burn now. His tongue parts her without hesitation, his hunger sharpened by the way she thought about this; by the thrill she gets watching herself in the mirror while he dines on her from below. He can’t see her reflection, but he doesn’t need to; he'll feel it in her mind; every pulse of heat and sharp hitch of breath as she watches her own body tremble under his mouth.
Vesper groans low and fervent into her, the vibration another teasing wave against her clit. One hand anchors her against him while the other trails up her stomach, a slow drag of fingers until it cups the underside of her breast—possessive, reverent, and just shy of rough. He parts her further with his tongue, lapping and sliding deeper, each stroke deliberate, frenzied, worshipful.
And now it's turning out to be the worst of my bad habits
☆ 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.
