just because the fog is there
The cold bite of the grass doesn’t register, not when she’s burning around him, slick heat gripping his cock so tight it borders on brutal. Her fingers are pressed into his, nails digging like she’s trying to mark his bones. He holds her there, wrists pinned against the field like it might anchor him, like he wouldn’t lose himself entirely if he let go.
She looks obscene like this. Long, lean, stretched beneath him like a battlefield he’s fucking his way through. Her braid’s a mess beneath her skull, her legs bent tight to her chest, the angle sharp and perfect for the way he’s buried so deep inside her he swears he can feel her heartbeat in the shaft of his cock. He grits his teeth. Tries to keep his voice. Fails. "Fuck, Colt—"
It spills like gravel in his throat, voice snapping in half with the effort of restraint. She’s so loud for him, writhing and panting and screaming his name like he’s the god of this field and her body the only altar that matters. And every sound she makes lights a fire up the backs of his legs, racing through his spine and coiling hot behind his eyes. He wants more of it. All of it. Wants to fuck her until her voice is raw and her mind is blank and the stars can hear how good its all felt.
Without letting go of her wrists, his shadows flood around them, tendrils thick and black as sin curling around her waist to slam her hips back into his with each thrust. Another slips down, sinuous and eager, pressing tight between her thighs to grind hard against her clit in time with his rhythm.
He moans loud into the crook of her neck, growling her name like it’s being ripped out of him, her pleasure bleeding straight into his mind. Fucking hell, the way she feels—so greedy, so wrecked already—it’s shorting him out, fucking him from the inside too.
Vesper drives into her harder. No hesitation, no pacing left. Just the sound of skin on skin and her back bucking off the grass, her hips slamming back to meet him like she’d die if he stopped. "Go on," he snarls low in her ear, voice cracked and vicious. "Cum for me again."
She looks obscene like this. Long, lean, stretched beneath him like a battlefield he’s fucking his way through. Her braid’s a mess beneath her skull, her legs bent tight to her chest, the angle sharp and perfect for the way he’s buried so deep inside her he swears he can feel her heartbeat in the shaft of his cock. He grits his teeth. Tries to keep his voice. Fails. "Fuck, Colt—"
It spills like gravel in his throat, voice snapping in half with the effort of restraint. She’s so loud for him, writhing and panting and screaming his name like he’s the god of this field and her body the only altar that matters. And every sound she makes lights a fire up the backs of his legs, racing through his spine and coiling hot behind his eyes. He wants more of it. All of it. Wants to fuck her until her voice is raw and her mind is blank and the stars can hear how good its all felt.
Without letting go of her wrists, his shadows flood around them, tendrils thick and black as sin curling around her waist to slam her hips back into his with each thrust. Another slips down, sinuous and eager, pressing tight between her thighs to grind hard against her clit in time with his rhythm.
He moans loud into the crook of her neck, growling her name like it’s being ripped out of him, her pleasure bleeding straight into his mind. Fucking hell, the way she feels—so greedy, so wrecked already—it’s shorting him out, fucking him from the inside too.
Vesper drives into her harder. No hesitation, no pacing left. Just the sound of skin on skin and her back bucking off the grass, her hips slamming back to meet him like she’d die if he stopped. "Go on," he snarls low in her ear, voice cracked and vicious. "Cum for me again."
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.
