I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky
The pang in her mind—the flash of worry that this might just be him returning the favour—nearly has Vesper stalling. It flickers through her like a ghost, brief but piercing, and gods, maybe it’s his age that has him defying what she's after, or maybe just the way her thoughts have wound their way too deep into him. Either way, he doesn’t pull back, because he’s sure—sure he can convince her otherwise, not with words, but with every brush of his tongue, every shadow-drawn touch. That this isn’t charity; it’s hunger. It’s want. It's her.
So Vesper doesn't stop, instead gripping her hips tighter, drawing her in with a groan of something primal, something worshipful. His mouth doesn’t tease—he devours, tongue sliding with aching precision as he works her apart with every flick, every firm pressure of lips and heat. When she arches into him, he answers with a hum, low and hungry, letting it reverberate against her until it’s not just sound anymore but pure sensation.
Shadows curl like seafoam up the line of her waist, slipping across her ribs and tracing the curve of her breasts beneath her bra with featherlight pressure. Not quite hands, but not quite anything of this world. Just presence, distinct but insistent, a counterpoint to the burn he builds between her thighs.
His voice is low when it slips out, rough against the inside of her skin. "You taste like divin’ headfirst into the sea felt," he murmurs, barely pulling back long enough to speak. And with that, he seals his mouth against her again, deeper this time, a tide that doesn't retreat—intent on dragging her under until she shatters just for him.
One of the benefits of being a telepath is that he knows exactly where and how to touch her, each movement tailored to the pulse of her thoughts—no dithering, no chasing, just precision that leaves no room for doubt or disappointment, no matter what she might expect from someone his age.
So Vesper doesn't stop, instead gripping her hips tighter, drawing her in with a groan of something primal, something worshipful. His mouth doesn’t tease—he devours, tongue sliding with aching precision as he works her apart with every flick, every firm pressure of lips and heat. When she arches into him, he answers with a hum, low and hungry, letting it reverberate against her until it’s not just sound anymore but pure sensation.
Shadows curl like seafoam up the line of her waist, slipping across her ribs and tracing the curve of her breasts beneath her bra with featherlight pressure. Not quite hands, but not quite anything of this world. Just presence, distinct but insistent, a counterpoint to the burn he builds between her thighs.
His voice is low when it slips out, rough against the inside of her skin. "You taste like divin’ headfirst into the sea felt," he murmurs, barely pulling back long enough to speak. And with that, he seals his mouth against her again, deeper this time, a tide that doesn't retreat—intent on dragging her under until she shatters just for him.
One of the benefits of being a telepath is that he knows exactly where and how to touch her, each movement tailored to the pulse of her thoughts—no dithering, no chasing, just precision that leaves no room for doubt or disappointment, no matter what she might expect from someone his age.
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.
