just because the fog is there
Against her mouth, Vesper's breath catches like a match strike, heat flaring in his chest. Colt's all sun-drenched temptation beneath him, golden and goddamned radiant even when wrecked. Those kiss-bruised lips, the gleam of sweat along her flushed skin, the way her tousled braid halos her like she’s some holy thing, it makes his hunger tip into something near feral. The look in her eyes dares him to come undone, and gods help him, he already is.
"You made it sound like you wanted the reins," he mutters, jaw tightening as her hips shift and send lightning straight through him. "But if you’re good with me fuckin’ you—" A hiss of breath cuts off the rest as she wriggles lower and the thick press of him meets soaked heat. His mouth waters at the memory of her taste and his vision nearly whites out with the need to be inside her.
A snarl shreds out of him as he kicks free of the pants tangled around his ankles, the sharp clumsiness of it entirely at odds with the control he’s kept so far. Still in his socks, no shame left to spare, he growls, "Fuck’s sake," and lets go. Both hands seize her hips, grip hard enough to leave behind their own constellation of shadowed finger marks, and with a single, brutal snap of his strength, he hauls her off the counter and onto his cock. The stretch, the heat of her swallowing him down, drags a raw gasp from his lungs, knees thudding against the cabinets as his whole body tries to thrust up deeper, harder, as if he could just disappear inside her.
One hand leaves her hip to anchor around her back, palm splayed between her shoulder blades as he pulls her flush against him, his spine arching to hold her like she’s the only thing tethering him to this world. He chokes on a groan into her mouth, lips crashing together as he kisses her hungrily, messily, like he’s trying to drink every sound from her throat.
It’s obscene—this desperation—but it’s hers. Every fucking ounce of it.
Still buried deep, his knees bend and he lifts, carrying her as easily as if she weighed nothing, shadows peeling back the front door with a shove of force as dogs scatter and moonlight calls. The snake skin trails behind them, caught in the curl of shadow like a promise half-kept. Every step is agony as she shifts around him and it’s not enough. Not yet. Not nearly. His jaw locks as his hands squeeze around the curve of her ass, holding her so tightly his knuckles have gone white, and his shadows flicker wildly at the edges of his vision.
"Hold on," he growls against her throat, voice ragged with restraint already cracking. And with a twist of space, he misty-steps them straight into the field—into grass bathed silver and the full, watching eye of the mood—his knees already bending, ready to drive her down and finish what her mouth and mind had fucking started.
"You made it sound like you wanted the reins," he mutters, jaw tightening as her hips shift and send lightning straight through him. "But if you’re good with me fuckin’ you—" A hiss of breath cuts off the rest as she wriggles lower and the thick press of him meets soaked heat. His mouth waters at the memory of her taste and his vision nearly whites out with the need to be inside her.
A snarl shreds out of him as he kicks free of the pants tangled around his ankles, the sharp clumsiness of it entirely at odds with the control he’s kept so far. Still in his socks, no shame left to spare, he growls, "Fuck’s sake," and lets go. Both hands seize her hips, grip hard enough to leave behind their own constellation of shadowed finger marks, and with a single, brutal snap of his strength, he hauls her off the counter and onto his cock. The stretch, the heat of her swallowing him down, drags a raw gasp from his lungs, knees thudding against the cabinets as his whole body tries to thrust up deeper, harder, as if he could just disappear inside her.
One hand leaves her hip to anchor around her back, palm splayed between her shoulder blades as he pulls her flush against him, his spine arching to hold her like she’s the only thing tethering him to this world. He chokes on a groan into her mouth, lips crashing together as he kisses her hungrily, messily, like he’s trying to drink every sound from her throat.
It’s obscene—this desperation—but it’s hers. Every fucking ounce of it.
Still buried deep, his knees bend and he lifts, carrying her as easily as if she weighed nothing, shadows peeling back the front door with a shove of force as dogs scatter and moonlight calls. The snake skin trails behind them, caught in the curl of shadow like a promise half-kept. Every step is agony as she shifts around him and it’s not enough. Not yet. Not nearly. His jaw locks as his hands squeeze around the curve of her ass, holding her so tightly his knuckles have gone white, and his shadows flicker wildly at the edges of his vision.
"Hold on," he growls against her throat, voice ragged with restraint already cracking. And with a twist of space, he misty-steps them straight into the field—into grass bathed silver and the full, watching eye of the mood—his knees already bending, ready to drive her down and finish what her mouth and mind had fucking started.
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.
