Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
Aware only of the thunder of Vesper's heart against his back and the soft huff of their breathing, those few blissful seconds post-orgasm melt through Mateo's veins like small lifetimes. Only the feel of the other man's laughter has him opening his eyes, drunk on bliss and grinning at their fogged reflections in the mirror nearby. "I have to agree," he says breathlessly, giving the shelf he's been braced against an experimental shake for good measure. It holds fast, of course. "Whoever put them up ought to be proud of their handiwork."
Slowly, the botanist relaxes back against Vesper, his hand ghosting across one of the demigod's arms where it's still grasping his hips, the other reaching back to thread carelessly through his hair. "I do not know how long it has been," he confesses. "I suppose the only thing I can recommend for this room is a timer, perhaps?"
Chuckling and carefully extracting himself enough to adjust and replace his clothing, Mateo reaches out to wipe clear a spot in a mirror to fix his hair, if only briefly. "If you take your break at the same time every day, maybe I'll see you here again?" He suggests, winking to Vesper before making his way back out to the fragrant twilight of the Hanged Man, and the evening that waits for him beyond that.
~FIN
Slowly, the botanist relaxes back against Vesper, his hand ghosting across one of the demigod's arms where it's still grasping his hips, the other reaching back to thread carelessly through his hair. "I do not know how long it has been," he confesses. "I suppose the only thing I can recommend for this room is a timer, perhaps?"
Chuckling and carefully extracting himself enough to adjust and replace his clothing, Mateo reaches out to wipe clear a spot in a mirror to fix his hair, if only briefly. "If you take your break at the same time every day, maybe I'll see you here again?" He suggests, winking to Vesper before making his way back out to the fragrant twilight of the Hanged Man, and the evening that waits for him beyond that.
~FIN
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
