just because the fog is there
Colt doesn’t just pull him in with her hands or the arch of her hips or the wrap of her legs; she drags him in through the current of her thoughts. He can feel everything he does to her mirrored back into his own skin, like every kiss is passed twice over: once from his mouth, and then again through hers, burning brighter on the return trip. Her thoughts aren’t quiet, they never are, and tonight, gods, they’re feral. It’s that, more than anything, that makes him clutch her tighter.
Vesper's hand fans wide against her back again, this time not in affection but possession, dragging her forward against the hard line of his body. The other traces the curve of her spine up and into her hair, tugging loose the braid without care, fingers knotting through the strands as if to anchor himself to her. She’s fire wrapped in skin, and every part of her is pulling him under.
The soft cotton of her shirt is barely an obstacle—he’s already untucked it, and now he tears the rest off in a rough, hungry motion—only retreating as much as necessary to peel it up and off of her. His eyes don’t even get a chance to linger on the view before he’s kissing her again like a man pulled under by the tide. There’s nothing sweet in it now; only teeth and want, and the way he groans low into her mouth says exactly how far that hunger reaches.
Her fingers work at his belt and gods does he want to feel her free him—but every part of him is coiled too tightly to stay still. His hips push forward even as his mind reasons with restraint. "Food’ll be fine if we leave it a while," he growls roughly into the corner of her mouth, voice dark with heat and barely-restrained need, "but I won’t." He kisses her again before she can reply, all molten starfire and darkness as his hands start to roam again, intent on baring as much of her as he can without losing his mind in the process.
Vesper's hand fans wide against her back again, this time not in affection but possession, dragging her forward against the hard line of his body. The other traces the curve of her spine up and into her hair, tugging loose the braid without care, fingers knotting through the strands as if to anchor himself to her. She’s fire wrapped in skin, and every part of her is pulling him under.
The soft cotton of her shirt is barely an obstacle—he’s already untucked it, and now he tears the rest off in a rough, hungry motion—only retreating as much as necessary to peel it up and off of her. His eyes don’t even get a chance to linger on the view before he’s kissing her again like a man pulled under by the tide. There’s nothing sweet in it now; only teeth and want, and the way he groans low into her mouth says exactly how far that hunger reaches.
Her fingers work at his belt and gods does he want to feel her free him—but every part of him is coiled too tightly to stay still. His hips push forward even as his mind reasons with restraint. "Food’ll be fine if we leave it a while," he growls roughly into the corner of her mouth, voice dark with heat and barely-restrained need, "but I won’t." He kisses her again before she can reply, all molten starfire and darkness as his hands start to roam again, intent on baring as much of her as he can without losing his mind in the process.
don't mean nothing's behind it
☆ 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.
