VESPER
Vesper hums low at the admission, a wicked sound that smoulders in his chest and crackles down to where his cock teases just shy of home. His fingers tighten at Mateo’s hip—hard, unyielding, leaving behind a press of pale marks shaped like stars just beneath skin. And then he thrusts, slow only in the way a storm rolls in—inevitable, devouring. He doesn’t stop until he’s fully sheathed inside the botanist, hips flush, chest trembling with the restraint it takes to keep from coming undone right there.
Mateo’s answering moan is stifled before it ever hits the air. Shadows crawl up his chest and pour over his mouth, muffling the heat that rises in tandem with every inch of Vesper inside him. The demigod hisses through his teeth at the tight, searing welcome. "Fuck, you’re gonna make this quick with how tight you are," he murmurs, teeth grazing the shell of Mateo’s ear as he grinds in place, breath ragged.
But then—because he owns the bar, because Mateo had the audacity to offer him time—Vesper shifts them both, dragging the botanist a half-step sideways. It’s messy, graceless, just enough that only one of Mateo’s arms can keep him propped against the shelving—but now the mirror takes them both in. The long lines of their bodies. The flush high on Mateo’s cheeks. The look in Vesper’s eyes, dark and low and full of sin.
He pulls back slowly, letting the friction rip its way up both their spines. Instead of thrusting his hips forward, instead he drags the other man hard against him again, a low, lust-drowned moan echoing into Mateo’s neck. "You look so good like this," he breathes, shadows curling around the botanist’s ribs and thighs now, clutching and cradling like they’ve all grown just as possessive as their wielder.
Mateo’s answering moan is stifled before it ever hits the air. Shadows crawl up his chest and pour over his mouth, muffling the heat that rises in tandem with every inch of Vesper inside him. The demigod hisses through his teeth at the tight, searing welcome. "Fuck, you’re gonna make this quick with how tight you are," he murmurs, teeth grazing the shell of Mateo’s ear as he grinds in place, breath ragged.
But then—because he owns the bar, because Mateo had the audacity to offer him time—Vesper shifts them both, dragging the botanist a half-step sideways. It’s messy, graceless, just enough that only one of Mateo’s arms can keep him propped against the shelving—but now the mirror takes them both in. The long lines of their bodies. The flush high on Mateo’s cheeks. The look in Vesper’s eyes, dark and low and full of sin.
He pulls back slowly, letting the friction rip its way up both their spines. Instead of thrusting his hips forward, instead he drags the other man hard against him again, a low, lust-drowned moan echoing into Mateo’s neck. "You look so good like this," he breathes, shadows curling around the botanist’s ribs and thighs now, clutching and cradling like they’ve all grown just as possessive as their wielder.
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.
