I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky
Vesper's breath punches out of him as her hips rise to meet his, the friction sudden and searing. The damp fabric between them might as well be gone for how little it spares him—her heat blazes through, and the way she pulls him in with her legs has his body answering before his mind can catch up. He grinds against her once, twice, chasing the slick press of her through every soaked inch of cloth between them, and the groan that slips from him is rough, ragged, and real.
"Colt," he mutters, voice shaking with restraint that’s fast becoming purely performative. Her thoughts don’t just flare—they detonate—vivid and electric, flooding through him with such hunger he can barely breathe. Gods, it feels as though she wants to take him apart, and fuck if he doesn’t want to hand her the pieces.
Her hands work his waistband and he stills—just for a heartbeat—and then with a flicker of thought, his shadows slip beneath them both. Cool, clever tendrils curl into the fabric clinging to his hips, peeling it downward with an ease that belies the desperation pooling low in his spine.
The air hits him hard, and he exhales against her temple like he’s been holding his breath since the first time she said his name. Now he’s pressed bare against her, and it’s a miracle he doesn’t lose the last of his restraint right then and there. His hips twitch once, his erection now pressed between her thighs, and the moan that slips into her hair is utterly involuntary.
His hand fists into the sand beside her, the other lost in her hair, clutching like a drowning man. "Gods I want you."
"Colt," he mutters, voice shaking with restraint that’s fast becoming purely performative. Her thoughts don’t just flare—they detonate—vivid and electric, flooding through him with such hunger he can barely breathe. Gods, it feels as though she wants to take him apart, and fuck if he doesn’t want to hand her the pieces.
Her hands work his waistband and he stills—just for a heartbeat—and then with a flicker of thought, his shadows slip beneath them both. Cool, clever tendrils curl into the fabric clinging to his hips, peeling it downward with an ease that belies the desperation pooling low in his spine.
The air hits him hard, and he exhales against her temple like he’s been holding his breath since the first time she said his name. Now he’s pressed bare against her, and it’s a miracle he doesn’t lose the last of his restraint right then and there. His hips twitch once, his erection now pressed between her thighs, and the moan that slips into her hair is utterly involuntary.
His hand fists into the sand beside her, the other lost in her hair, clutching like a drowning man. "Gods I want you."
VESPER
☆ 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.
