Mateo
Managing to gasp in a breath just before Vesper steals it away again, Mateo is no stranger to messy or needy or desperate, and he matches the other man for it beat for beat. "Non avevo alcuna intenzione di fermarmi," he hisses, the words spilling from his lips, the botanist heedless of which language they take. His teeth graze against the sharp curve of the other man's jaw and down towards his neck, where he kisses a dark and obvious mark for the morning.
At the greedy press of shadows all around him - against his skin, along his cock, through his hair even - Mateo is already succumbing to every ounce of pleasure Vesper wants to pry from him, all of it amplified maddeningly by the drugs in his system. Rolling his hips more insistently against him now, guided by the firm hands against his ass and the ragged breathing that promises ecstasy in only a few moments, the botanist's orgasm almost seems to creep up on him this time.
When it grabs him, though, both he and Vesper will know it, Mateo grinding down hard against the demigod, his name spilling roughly from his lips and his fingers grasping desperately at the pillows and the headboard as if it might tether him to the moment for just a little longer. Swearing and riding each wave of pleasure like it might be the last he'll ever feel, he loses himself completely, his mind erupting into swirls of static colour and burning bliss.
At the greedy press of shadows all around him - against his skin, along his cock, through his hair even - Mateo is already succumbing to every ounce of pleasure Vesper wants to pry from him, all of it amplified maddeningly by the drugs in his system. Rolling his hips more insistently against him now, guided by the firm hands against his ass and the ragged breathing that promises ecstasy in only a few moments, the botanist's orgasm almost seems to creep up on him this time.
When it grabs him, though, both he and Vesper will know it, Mateo grinding down hard against the demigod, his name spilling roughly from his lips and his fingers grasping desperately at the pillows and the headboard as if it might tether him to the moment for just a little longer. Swearing and riding each wave of pleasure like it might be the last he'll ever feel, he loses himself completely, his mind erupting into swirls of static colour and burning bliss.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
