VESPER
Mateo’s thoughts crackle like kindling, each flicker of lust another invitation Vesper doesn't hesitate to accept. The shadows pulse tighter around his throat in time with the rhythm of Vesper’s thrusts; not enough to cut off his air completely, but just enough to make every gasp sharper, needier. Vesper can feel the way the tension spirals tighter inside him, the way his thoughts stutter into half-formed words and raw sensation. Pleasure. Ownership. More.
Vesper obliges.
He slams into him again, harder this time, the sound obscene in the tight space as flesh meets flesh, and the shelving behind them rattles in protest. He doesn’t care. Let the whole fucking bar hear, he's on his break, after all.
"I want you to cum for me," he growls against the curve of Mateo’s ear, voice all gravel and salt and fire. His breath is hot against damp curls, his grin sharp.
Every movement now is possessive, brutal in its precision, a slow dismantling of the man in his arms. The way Mateo grinds back, offering himself with those ragged moans, only fuels him. His shadows continue up their ministrations, stroking with maddening patience even as his hips keep their bruising pace.
The mirror catches everything: flushed skin, bruised lips, Vesper’s pale eyes locked onto Mateo like he might devour him whole. And maybe he would, if they had more time. If fifteen minutes could stretch long enough.
Vesper obliges.
He slams into him again, harder this time, the sound obscene in the tight space as flesh meets flesh, and the shelving behind them rattles in protest. He doesn’t care. Let the whole fucking bar hear, he's on his break, after all.
"I want you to cum for me," he growls against the curve of Mateo’s ear, voice all gravel and salt and fire. His breath is hot against damp curls, his grin sharp.
Every movement now is possessive, brutal in its precision, a slow dismantling of the man in his arms. The way Mateo grinds back, offering himself with those ragged moans, only fuels him. His shadows continue up their ministrations, stroking with maddening patience even as his hips keep their bruising pace.
The mirror catches everything: flushed skin, bruised lips, Vesper’s pale eyes locked onto Mateo like he might devour him whole. And maybe he would, if they had more time. If fifteen minutes could stretch long enough.
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.
