VESPER
At Colt’s broken rasp, Vesper answers with everything he has left to give. His hand tightens against her hip, palm splayed wide and possessive as if to stake claim to the trembling body beneath his. He pins her down as his hips drive forward with a brutal, relentless rhythm, each thrust timed to the hard snap of his pelvis and the cruel perfection of his shadows dragging pleasure across her clit in tandem. His feet brace against the arm of the couch behind him, knees locked, toes curling from the pressure surging up the backs of his thighs. It’s not just fucking anymore, it’s a storm, violent and unrepentant, tearing through both of them with the same reckless abandon.
Her name leaves him in a low growl, ground out between clenched teeth. "Colt," he gasps, breath hitching as his chest drags across hers, the friction of his sweater rubbing her nipples raw in his mind where it clings to her bunched up and unwanted. His mouth stays open, panting over her throat, over the curve of her jaw, over the words he doesn’t quite dare to say. "I love fucking you," he says, voice wrecked and so hoarse it barely makes it out. But it sounds wrong even as he says it; too thin, too small for what claws through him. As though he’d meant something else entirely. Like maybe the word fucking wasn't even supposed to be there, or that there was something heavier, more dangerous, more true, tucked inside the world instead, and he’s too much of a coward to speak it aloud when his body is already giving him away and dawn is on the move.
Vesper's climax begins to crest like a wave too fast to outrun, the static buzz screaming along his nerves and up the backs of his thighs until he’s gritting out, "Gods, I’m gonna cum," on a breathless, broken warning. He covers her mouth with his—not a kiss, not even close—but a desperate collision of breath and teeth and heat, his moan snarled against her lips as if he can press himself deeper that way, as if he can melt into her entirely and not have to surface again.
Her name leaves him in a low growl, ground out between clenched teeth. "Colt," he gasps, breath hitching as his chest drags across hers, the friction of his sweater rubbing her nipples raw in his mind where it clings to her bunched up and unwanted. His mouth stays open, panting over her throat, over the curve of her jaw, over the words he doesn’t quite dare to say. "I love fucking you," he says, voice wrecked and so hoarse it barely makes it out. But it sounds wrong even as he says it; too thin, too small for what claws through him. As though he’d meant something else entirely. Like maybe the word fucking wasn't even supposed to be there, or that there was something heavier, more dangerous, more true, tucked inside the world instead, and he’s too much of a coward to speak it aloud when his body is already giving him away and dawn is on the move.
Vesper's climax begins to crest like a wave too fast to outrun, the static buzz screaming along his nerves and up the backs of his thighs until he’s gritting out, "Gods, I’m gonna cum," on a breathless, broken warning. He covers her mouth with his—not a kiss, not even close—but a desperate collision of breath and teeth and heat, his moan snarled against her lips as if he can press himself deeper that way, as if he can melt into her entirely and not have to surface again.
rot gut whiskey's gonna ease your mind
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
☆ 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.
