Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Vesper is on him almost before he's turned around properly, the demigod's mouth crashing into Mateo's with a possessiveness that the botanist can't help but appreciate. His moan is muffled as his back hits the shelving, an arm curling around Vesper's neck for balance even as the fingers twisting through his curls tug his head back further. Left panting in the small breath of space between them, every nerve crackles with eager impatience, begging to be touched or bruised or taken.
"Did you practice that while we were kissing?" he quips - just - before their lips meet again, but this time at least, Mateo is very much invested in giving Vesper what he's asked for. His hands drop to the other man's belt, snaking it out of the loops to toss it aside, and its with practiced grace that he manages to open his shirt even while his lips and tongue and attention are very much occupied elsewhere.
Vesper tastes like heat and spice and the dark fire of good liquor, and only when Mateo's lungs are screaming does he draw back again, only for his lips to drop lower. Sucking a bruising kiss against the side of his neck, the botanist tugs him closer still, grinding his hips - and the very obvious evidence of his arousal - against the other man.
"Did you practice that while we were kissing?" he quips - just - before their lips meet again, but this time at least, Mateo is very much invested in giving Vesper what he's asked for. His hands drop to the other man's belt, snaking it out of the loops to toss it aside, and its with practiced grace that he manages to open his shirt even while his lips and tongue and attention are very much occupied elsewhere.
Vesper tastes like heat and spice and the dark fire of good liquor, and only when Mateo's lungs are screaming does he draw back again, only for his lips to drop lower. Sucking a bruising kiss against the side of his neck, the botanist tugs him closer still, grinding his hips - and the very obvious evidence of his arousal - against the other man.
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
