Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"I hope you will, yeah," Mateo whispers in response to the curse that tumbles from Vesper's lips, smiling one last kiss against his throat. Used to the addition of shadowy tendrils by now, given how many times they've collided with one another in a confined space with only minutes to spare, his body shifts and arcs to assist in the removal of his clothes - as much as is reasonable, anyway. It allows him the mundanity of his own hands to reciprocate, the botanist's thoughts rich and crimson and hungry, like a fire stoked to a heat it can't contain.
Pushing Vesper's pants down over his hips and leaning in for another quick, hard kiss, he parts this time only so he might turn in the other man's arms, pressing back against his chest and bracing against shelving he's been assured has been tested for sturdiness. But another test can't help, right? It would only be wise to be thorough. "Tick tock," he whispers, his voice rough and playful, his thoughts begging for the same treatment.
Pushing Vesper's pants down over his hips and leaning in for another quick, hard kiss, he parts this time only so he might turn in the other man's arms, pressing back against his chest and bracing against shelving he's been assured has been tested for sturdiness. But another test can't help, right? It would only be wise to be thorough. "Tick tock," he whispers, his voice rough and playful, his thoughts begging for the same treatment.
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
