VESPER
As Mateo brushes past, Vesper inhales slow and deep, the scent of liquor, lavender, salt curling like a promise through the air between them. His fingers twitch at his sides—restrained, barely—but he lets the botanist explore. Watches him with heavy-lidded eyes and a laziness that’s far too calculated to be real.
He leans against the closed door, arms folded, shadows coiling at his heels like a patient tide. As Mateo turns, the catlike grin tossed over his shoulder is all the permission Vesper needs. He moves like a tide pulling loose from the dock—no warning, no chance to brace. A hand slips into the soft tumble of curls at the nape of Mateo’s neck, cool rings pressed flush to his scalp. Shadows slip up his calves, over the backs of his knees, catching and pulling just enough to tilt him into the oncoming crash.
His kiss is not gentle. It lands with the same quiet violence as a summer storm, all salt-wet heat and silvered teeth. His hips press Mateo back against the nearest shelf, just hard enough to make it clear the room’s been reinforced for a reason. His fingers tighten in the curls at the base of Mateo’s skull, keeping the angle sharp and needy. One knee slides between the botanist’s thighs, coaxing them wider, bracketing him in heat and shadow.
Faint breathless laughter curls against Mateo’s lips as Vesper breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur, voice low and hoarse, "The mirrors might be a good touch, but yours is the only one I'm interested in." Then his mouth is back on Mateo’s again—deeper, dirtier this time, all slow-burning indulgence as if he has no intention of keeping time at all.
He leans against the closed door, arms folded, shadows coiling at his heels like a patient tide. As Mateo turns, the catlike grin tossed over his shoulder is all the permission Vesper needs. He moves like a tide pulling loose from the dock—no warning, no chance to brace. A hand slips into the soft tumble of curls at the nape of Mateo’s neck, cool rings pressed flush to his scalp. Shadows slip up his calves, over the backs of his knees, catching and pulling just enough to tilt him into the oncoming crash.
His kiss is not gentle. It lands with the same quiet violence as a summer storm, all salt-wet heat and silvered teeth. His hips press Mateo back against the nearest shelf, just hard enough to make it clear the room’s been reinforced for a reason. His fingers tighten in the curls at the base of Mateo’s skull, keeping the angle sharp and needy. One knee slides between the botanist’s thighs, coaxing them wider, bracketing him in heat and shadow.
Faint breathless laughter curls against Mateo’s lips as Vesper breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur, voice low and hoarse, "The mirrors might be a good touch, but yours is the only one I'm interested in." Then his mouth is back on Mateo’s again—deeper, dirtier this time, all slow-burning indulgence as if he has no intention of keeping time at all.
wake me when it's over
like a bad dream
like a bad dream
☆ 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.
