just because the fog is there
A quiet laugh huffs out against the swell of her breast, warm and smug and a little bit dangerous. "That a fact?" he hums, mouth dragging higher in a line of kisses that barely hold together. Of course Vesper won't elaborate; won’t say that her own thoughts gave him every roadmap, every nuance of what she craved. Let her think it’s some demigod trick, or just him being that good. Let her keep that little marvel tucked against her ribs for later. He’d rather bask in the aftermath anyway; the way her mind curls like smoke from a blown candle, slow and lazy, still faintly glowing. It does enough to soothe the ache she left hard and waiting in his cock, though not nearly enough to cool it.
As she tugs at his hair, drawing him upward, he goes easily—fluid and slow as low tide creeping up sand—mouth meeting hers in a kiss that carries the taste of her, deep and unhurried. There’s no hurry now, no teasing left in him—just the dark, steady pull of desire that tightens every time she sighs.
One hand lifts to her breast as they kiss, the pad of his thumb circling slowly over her nipple, while the other slides into her hair, knotted and firm. Her legs curl around him again and he feels the twitch in his cock as she draws him in close, that heat dragging a low, aching sound from his throat. The flush in his cheeks is instant, rising from throat to cheekbone, but his voice stays low and dry as it curls against her lips. "That what you want?" he murmurs, fingers tightening at her scalp, the other hand splayed warm and wide against her ribs.
His hips roll forward once, slow and warning, the thick line of him dragging between her thighs. "Or you want me to fuck you so good I gotta carry you into bed after?" A pause, his mouth brushing hers with a wolfish slant. If she wanted to take the reins, he'd let her, and he'd enjoy it too, but Vesper wasn't so sure that Colt was quite done bein' had yet.
As she tugs at his hair, drawing him upward, he goes easily—fluid and slow as low tide creeping up sand—mouth meeting hers in a kiss that carries the taste of her, deep and unhurried. There’s no hurry now, no teasing left in him—just the dark, steady pull of desire that tightens every time she sighs.
One hand lifts to her breast as they kiss, the pad of his thumb circling slowly over her nipple, while the other slides into her hair, knotted and firm. Her legs curl around him again and he feels the twitch in his cock as she draws him in close, that heat dragging a low, aching sound from his throat. The flush in his cheeks is instant, rising from throat to cheekbone, but his voice stays low and dry as it curls against her lips. "That what you want?" he murmurs, fingers tightening at her scalp, the other hand splayed warm and wide against her ribs.
His hips roll forward once, slow and warning, the thick line of him dragging between her thighs. "Or you want me to fuck you so good I gotta carry you into bed after?" A pause, his mouth brushing hers with a wolfish slant. If she wanted to take the reins, he'd let her, and he'd enjoy it too, but Vesper wasn't so sure that Colt was quite done bein' had yet.
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.
