VESPER
Vesper grins like a man starved and handed the meal he’s been dreaming of, his shadows liquid-slick and obedient, peeling away the last scraps of fabric between them. His hips jolt as Mateo turns, the sudden heat of the botanist’s bare skin against his cock wringing a low, guttural sound from the back of his throat. His fingers tighten, one hand bracing at Mateo’s hip while the other slides up; cool rings and warm palm closing possessively around the botanist's throat. He tilts Mateo’s head just so, leaning down to drag his teeth along the vulnerable edge of his neck, letting his breath scorch over flushed skin before he growls, "Fuck if you aren't just what I needed this evenin'."
Then—he shoves. Not cruelly, but firmly, just enough to pitch the smaller man forward so his forearms catch on the shelving, so that the tension lines the length of his back like a drawn bow. It gives Vesper room to press forward, his cock sliding between Mateo’s thighs with a friction that has him grinning wolfishly.
His palm trails down the slope of Mateo’s spine with aching patience, down to the curve of his ass, fingers spreading to knead and approve every perfect inch. And only when he’s traced the line of heat between them does he reach down to wrap his hand around his own cock, guiding it forward—slick with want and shadow, aligning with intent.
"There’s a time for rushin’," Vesper murmurs, voice low and lazy like a summer storm just beginning to gather. He rolls his hips just enough to tease, to make Mateo feel every ounce of restraint he’s holding back. "And there’s a time for takin’ my goddamn time."
Then—he shoves. Not cruelly, but firmly, just enough to pitch the smaller man forward so his forearms catch on the shelving, so that the tension lines the length of his back like a drawn bow. It gives Vesper room to press forward, his cock sliding between Mateo’s thighs with a friction that has him grinning wolfishly.
His palm trails down the slope of Mateo’s spine with aching patience, down to the curve of his ass, fingers spreading to knead and approve every perfect inch. And only when he’s traced the line of heat between them does he reach down to wrap his hand around his own cock, guiding it forward—slick with want and shadow, aligning with intent.
"There’s a time for rushin’," Vesper murmurs, voice low and lazy like a summer storm just beginning to gather. He rolls his hips just enough to tease, to make Mateo feel every ounce of restraint he’s holding back. "And there’s a time for takin’ my goddamn time."
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.
