VESPER
Vesper’s breath leaves him in a low, startled huff the moment Danta’s fingers tighten around the thick outline of his cock; sharp enough to pull a sound from him he normally keeps locked behind teeth. The wildfire rush of the Maverick’s mind is a perfect foil to the lingering, molten echo of Colt’s: bright where hers was shadowed, feral where hers was trembling. It hits him like oxygen poured onto something already burning.
His moan ghosts hot against Danta’s lips, half frustration and half hunger, and when the Ancient pulls back only to slide onto the liquor-slick table, Vesper’s shadows surge automatically. They sweep across the obsidian slab with a ruthless efficiency, shoving the worst of the glass to the floor in a rain of glittering shards, leaving only the smear of alcohol and the promise of bruises behind.
Vesper reaches for the Maverick’s top, and he doesn’t bother checking the seams before he pulls. If it tears, it tears. If it comes off clean, he drags it over Danta’s head in one rough motion, knuckles brushing the other man’s throat as the fabric is tossed aside to join the wreckage below. His hands find Danta’s hips with an urgency that trembles at the edges. Fingers dig in hard enough to bruise, hauling the Ancient forward until the heat of him is pressed tight against the rigid length trapped inside Vesper’s pants.
His moan ghosts hot against Danta’s lips, half frustration and half hunger, and when the Ancient pulls back only to slide onto the liquor-slick table, Vesper’s shadows surge automatically. They sweep across the obsidian slab with a ruthless efficiency, shoving the worst of the glass to the floor in a rain of glittering shards, leaving only the smear of alcohol and the promise of bruises behind.
Vesper reaches for the Maverick’s top, and he doesn’t bother checking the seams before he pulls. If it tears, it tears. If it comes off clean, he drags it over Danta’s head in one rough motion, knuckles brushing the other man’s throat as the fabric is tossed aside to join the wreckage below. His hands find Danta’s hips with an urgency that trembles at the edges. Fingers dig in hard enough to bruise, hauling the Ancient forward until the heat of him is pressed tight against the rigid length trapped inside Vesper’s pants.
wake me when it's over
like a bad dream
like a bad dream
☆ 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.
