just because the fog is there
The wildfire in Colt's thoughts rips straight through him, searing heat behind his eyes, too bright to shut out. It’s not just her voice gasping his name into the dark, it’s the raw need in her mind, the buckling ache of want and overload crashing over every nerve like she’s detonation-bound. Her climax isn’t a whisper of pleasure, it’s a fucking scream inside his skull, and it swallows him whole.
Vesper’s shadows surge, clutching her hips in time with the slam of his own, greedy hands of dusk yanking her tighter against him as if he can anchor himself there, as if maybe he won’t be taken under too. But he is.
His orgasm shatters through him like a whipcrack, the kind that flays straight through his spine, curling his toes into the dirt, his jaw snapping shut on a guttural curse that fizzles out into a hoarse, "Colt—" instead. It’s all he can manage, her name torn from him like it’s the only thing that ever existed.
He jerks once, twice, burying himself as deep as her body will take him while the last spasms of his release pulse hot and reckless inside her. Gods, he’s shaking, the fire of it still flaring in his chest, his hands, his fucking knees. One hand stays laced tight in hers, but the other slips free to replace his own shadow at her hip like he’s claiming it back. And then his head drops to her chest. Not a gesture of affection necessarily, just survival. Just the fight to breathe as the stars spin too fast above them and her mind still echoes in his, ringing with the aftershocks of everything she gave him. His breath comes hot against her skin, sharp and ragged as if he’s just outrun something massive, and maybe he has. Maybe it was her.
Vesper’s shadows surge, clutching her hips in time with the slam of his own, greedy hands of dusk yanking her tighter against him as if he can anchor himself there, as if maybe he won’t be taken under too. But he is.
His orgasm shatters through him like a whipcrack, the kind that flays straight through his spine, curling his toes into the dirt, his jaw snapping shut on a guttural curse that fizzles out into a hoarse, "Colt—" instead. It’s all he can manage, her name torn from him like it’s the only thing that ever existed.
He jerks once, twice, burying himself as deep as her body will take him while the last spasms of his release pulse hot and reckless inside her. Gods, he’s shaking, the fire of it still flaring in his chest, his hands, his fucking knees. One hand stays laced tight in hers, but the other slips free to replace his own shadow at her hip like he’s claiming it back. And then his head drops to her chest. Not a gesture of affection necessarily, just survival. Just the fight to breathe as the stars spin too fast above them and her mind still echoes in his, ringing with the aftershocks of everything she gave him. His breath comes hot against her skin, sharp and ragged as if he’s just outrun something massive, and maybe he has. Maybe it was her.
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.
