if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper drinks in every tremor, every gasp that falls from Thal’s lips like a prayer offered to the dark. Her body is molten against him, the taste of her staining his mouth and burning through his veins like wildfire. When her hips begin to roll, seeking more—demanding it—he groans in response, the sound vibrating against her clit with a reverence so fierce it borders on worship.
His hand, still braced just beneath her breast, squeezes in answer to her own desperate grip, guiding the rhythm she’s chasing. His tongue delves deeper, relentless, flickering and stroking in a tempo that matches the ragged staccato of her breathing. He feels the moment it hits—the gathering of every muscle, the helpless roll of her hips, the shudder that races up her spine like a wave crashing against a reef. Vesper doesn’t let up; he drives her through it, savouring every second of the way she comes apart on his mouth.
Only once she’s trembling and gasping, her body glowing with a sheen of sweat and power, does he ease back. His hands shift—steady, sure—as he rises from the mossy floor. Thal will barely have time to register the loss before his hands are on her thighs again, lifting her effortlessly. She’s weightless in his grip, wrapped in shadow and flame and the wild, magnetic pull between them.
Vesper backs her against the mirror in a collision of heat and reflection, one hand fisting in the vines that curtain it. With a rough, eager motion, he strips away the last barrier between them, his pants hitting the ground with a whisper of fabric. His mouth finds hers in a bruising kiss, tasting the echo of her climax on her tongue, and then he’s thrusting into her—hard, unyielding, the breath of both their bodies catching at once.
The mirror shudders against the impact, vines trembling as her back arches, their reflections wild and golden in the moonlight-drenched glass. His pace is relentless, driven by weeks of pent-up hunger, by the wicked gleam he’s seen in her eyes since the moment they met. Hands roam, teeth scrape, shadows coil—and as the garden shivers around them, the night swallows the rest in a tangle of heat, gasps, and the heady, consuming rush of oblivion.
~FIN
His hand, still braced just beneath her breast, squeezes in answer to her own desperate grip, guiding the rhythm she’s chasing. His tongue delves deeper, relentless, flickering and stroking in a tempo that matches the ragged staccato of her breathing. He feels the moment it hits—the gathering of every muscle, the helpless roll of her hips, the shudder that races up her spine like a wave crashing against a reef. Vesper doesn’t let up; he drives her through it, savouring every second of the way she comes apart on his mouth.
Only once she’s trembling and gasping, her body glowing with a sheen of sweat and power, does he ease back. His hands shift—steady, sure—as he rises from the mossy floor. Thal will barely have time to register the loss before his hands are on her thighs again, lifting her effortlessly. She’s weightless in his grip, wrapped in shadow and flame and the wild, magnetic pull between them.
Vesper backs her against the mirror in a collision of heat and reflection, one hand fisting in the vines that curtain it. With a rough, eager motion, he strips away the last barrier between them, his pants hitting the ground with a whisper of fabric. His mouth finds hers in a bruising kiss, tasting the echo of her climax on her tongue, and then he’s thrusting into her—hard, unyielding, the breath of both their bodies catching at once.
The mirror shudders against the impact, vines trembling as her back arches, their reflections wild and golden in the moonlight-drenched glass. His pace is relentless, driven by weeks of pent-up hunger, by the wicked gleam he’s seen in her eyes since the moment they met. Hands roam, teeth scrape, shadows coil—and as the garden shivers around them, the night swallows the rest in a tangle of heat, gasps, and the heady, consuming rush of oblivion.
~FIN
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.
