[SE] it's a hell of a feeling though

Mateo

"Sounds like you have given yourself quite the job to do," Mateo says with a sly smile, though no part of his mind or his expression suggests that he has any doubt in Vesper's skills. The botanist is quite certain, in fact, beneath the simmering heat of his arousal, that the man pinning him to his sheets will be successful in no time at all, and he has every intention of enjoying the way his own self-controls unravels at his every touch.

Speaking of which, as Vesper's clever fingers find their way into his pants at last, Mateo's gasp is one of shivery encouragement, the travelling tongue spilling from his lips in a brief serenade, especially as he feels the not-enough press of the other man's cock against the inside of his thigh. "Are you going to fuck me, Vesper?" he whispers, eyes dark with arousal, fingers flexing in the grip of the other man's shadows. "Or are you going to make me scream in other ways, first?"

if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

I need you like god needs the devil, honey

Vesper’s laugh is low and dark, curling from his throat like smoke. "Oh, I’m going to fuck you." The promise molten in his voice as his shadows flex around Mateo’s wrists.

That said, he doesn’t rush. Instead, the demigod draws back just enough to slide Mateo’s pants the rest of the way down with deliberate slowness, before tugging his jingling shoes off and letting them drop. Vesper drinks him in—every detail, every flicker of need that colours the botanist’s expression, every muscle twitch and stuttering breath. His hands linger as he moves, trailing over thighs, hips, the cut of Mateo’s waist, like he’s trying to memorise it all with touch alone.

Only once Mateo is laid bare does Vesper begin to strip himself, peeling away the soft lavender linen and letting it fall in careless folds to the floor. The constellations across his skin shift with each movement, aglow in the low light like they, too, are watching. His hands find Mateo’s hips and yank—a sudden, sharp pull that drags the smaller man to the edge of the bed. Vesper’s grip stays firm as he slots himself between Mateo’s legs, one hand sliding beneath a thigh to guide it around his waist, the other braced against the mattress beside the botanist’s head.

Only when he feels Mateo's legs held around his waist does he shift his hand from Mateo's thigh to the base of his cock. "Can I count this as your enthusiastic consent?" Vesper wonders, bending low until their mouths almost touch again.

someday soon this dust's gonna settle

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Mateo

Those dark words alone are enough to set the already smouldering flames of Mateo's lust to roaring, and the smile that curls across his lips is one that very much hopes that's a promise Vesper intends to keep very soon. He shifts as best he can beneath the other man's hands, though whether it's to aid or to obfuscate his attempts to strip him of his clothes is anyone's guess. Dusted with glitter - he'll regret it later, so help him - and soon laid bare before the demigod wearing little more than the pink flush to his cheeks, Mateo watches greedily as Vesper gives himself the same treatment.

"Dei, vorrei poterti assaggiare," he purrs before he can help himself, only for his voice to hitch up on the last lilting syllable with the way he's suddenly dragged to the edge of the bed. His legs fall open to welcome Vesper between them, hooking around the other man's waist as if he might encourage him closer that way, despite it being what they both very much want. "There has never been a more consenting individual," he assures him, one side of his mouth kicking up in wicked amusement, and he just about has a chance to lean in and snatch a kiss before the other man's fingers find the hard length of his cock, Mateo gasping against his lips as his mind unspools into raw need and volatile passion.

if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

I need you like god needs the devil, honey

The sound Mateo makes as Vesper drags him forward sends a jolt through the demigod’s spine, raw and electric. Vesper doesn’t need to read his mind to feel the way the air between them crackles—but gods, does it help. The swirl of Mateo’s thoughts, wanton and bright and begging, are like silk soaked in wine and fire, wrapping around Vesper’s senses until his own restraint starts to fray at the edges. "Good," he echoes, his grin wicked as he steals that kiss Mateo reaches for, catching it slow and deep—tongue and teeth and the smallest hint of punishment for all the teasing. His hand doesn’t stop, fingers curling around Mateo’s cock, dragging a lazy stroke that’s equal parts promise and provocation.

He pulls back just far enough to watch the effect, his thumb dragging over the head of the botanist’s cock with deliberate care, his hips shifting just enough to promise more without giving it—ensuring that any spark of tension or stretch Mateo might feel will be chased immediately by pleasure. Using his height to full advantage, Vesper stretches over him, his body a slow, encompassing weight against glitter-streaked skin. The shadows that had held Mateo’s wrists melt away, replaced by the press of Vesper’s fingers sliding through his, pinning their joined hands to the mattress above his head.

He watches Mateo’s face for the flicker of reaction, for the swell of breath—then presses forward, slow and unrelenting, as he sinks into the botanist for the first time. In preparation for the gasp he hopes breaks from Mateo’s lips, Vesper moves to catch it in a kiss.

someday soon this dust's gonna settle

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Mateo

Moaning a quiet note of impatient need at the expert fingers that stroke against his cock at a not enough pace, teasing in all the ways he loves and despises all at once, it's all Mateo can do not to arc and writhe beneath Vesper's ministrations - not that he suspects the other man would complain about it. Lavishing in the feel of the demigod's weight sinking fully onto him, at the way his shadows are replaced by the physical press of his fingers, the colour rises high into Mateo's cheeks, his mind little more than fractals of desire riding the residual high of jewel bright sparks of snapdragon.

Then Vesper finally enters him, the shift of his hips dragging a groan of near relief from the botanist's lips, one he serenades against the other man's lips as they crash against his own. Stretched beneath him, his legs hooked around his waist and his wrists pinned so casually it feels almost natural, Mateo's thoughts burn hard and deep with the sudden need for more. Scarlet fire curls around his every imagined whim, seeing himself flipped onto his front and fucked relentlessly into the bed, or pinned against the wall just like this, or with Vesper's hand clapped against his mouth to keep his moans caged and muffled.

Mateo's mind is a hungry whirl of possibility, of wanting this - and then more than this, and then this again but different - and he has every intention of sampling as much of what his imagination provides before the night is through.

if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

I need you like god needs the devil, honey

Vesper swallows the sound of Mateo’s groan with a kiss that’s all tongue and heat and possession, his fingers tightening just a little harder where they pin the botanist’s wrists to the bed. The urge to let go—to move faster, rougher—is there, coiled tight in his spine, but he holds it back for now, letting the slow drag of his hips speak for him.

When he finally breaks the kiss, it’s only to lower his mouth to Mateo’s ear, his voice a filthy drawl soaked in snapdragon and want. "Gods, you feel good," he mutters, hips rolling again, deeper this time, the rhythm dragging out every inch of sensation.  A quiet groan slips free before he continues, his tone dark with amusement. "I'd give you your hands back, but somethin' tells me I shouldn't trust you with em'," he adds, his fingers flexing around Mateo’s as he presses them harder into the sheets.

He punctuates the words with a sharp thrust, then grins against the shell of Mateo’s ear. "Missionary's just for gettin' warmed up, mind you." Vesper pants at the same moment his shadows swirl between their bodies, grasping the back of Mateo's cock with their no-temperature tendrils of pressure and darkness.

someday soon this dust's gonna settle

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Mateo

"You absolutely shouldn't--" Mateo assures Vesper with the start of a wicked smile in his voice that tapers into a sharp moan as the other man surges forward again, the botanist sinking more heavily into the sheets with the added pressure against his bound hands, his mind greedy for every clipped sound of pleasure the demigod is willing to let slip. Rolling his hips to meet him at each thrust, it's through blue eyes glazed with pleasure that he regards the man above him, chest softly rising and falling.

"You can warm up all night if that's what you want," he purrs. "Finish us off just like this and call it good." There's no lie in his thoughts either, for all of the kaleidoscopic images of writhing bodies that his mind paints for them - especially at the phantom feel of shadowy fingers wrapping around his cock. Stuttering out a soft sound of surprise and encouragement, his cock throbs hard in the grip of Vesper's magic, begging for more.

if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

I need you like god needs the devil, honey

Vesper grinds the words into Mateo’s throat with his teeth, dragging them over flushed skin like a brand. "Good isn’t the bar I fuck to," he growls, hips snapping harder now, grinding into every thrust like he’s trying to leave fingerprints inside the man. "You think I pinned you here just to make you moan a little and call it good?"

Without waiting for an answer, his grip shifts; one of Vesper’s larger hands wraps around Mateo’s, holding him in place with a possessive force that matches the glittering edge in his smirk. The freed hand slips down between them, dragging slow across the taut plane of Mateo’s thigh and gripping hard enough to leave a constellation of bruises before Vesper takes advantage of the anchor this affords him as he begins to fuck the botanist in earnest. The bed creaks beneath the force of it, silk slipping beneath Mateo’s sweat-slick skin as he’s rocked against the fabric. 

Vesper’s breath is sharp and hot against his ear, his voice all filth and fire. "I want you wrecked, not good. I want you hoarse from cryin’ out. I want you still feelin’ me when you sit down tomorrow." His mouth finds Mateo’s again, stealing the sound of his next moan, tongue sweeping possessively as if he can taste every filthy thought the botanist hasn’t said aloud.

someday soon this dust's gonna settle

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Mateo

"I didn't mean to offend--" Mateo assures Vesper with the start of a smile in his words, the botanist's fingers clenching and unclenching as if he might be able to free his hands enough to offer some placation of his own. Of course, whatever he's said to the demigod has his hips snapping forward hard enough to drag a very unintentional moan from Mateo's throat, and even as his legs tighten around Vesper's waist, he feels himself repositioned with bruising force that has a fresh curl of heat igniting in his bones.

"Fuck," Mateo hisses, the exclamation one of combined surprise and approval as the other man slams into him and begins fucking him the way they both know will have his throat raw with pleasure by the time they're through. Thoroughly unable to hold a conversation at this point, he willingly submits to the possessive kiss Vesper takes from his lips, a moan rumbling in his throat and chest that begs for escape. "Fuck, gods, Vesper--" He pants, his thoughts unravelling into little more than snatches of colour and pressure and sensation, chasing a mounting high that begs the demigod to go harder, faster, to make good on his promises and fuck him to oblivion and back.

if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

I need you like god needs the devil, honey

The way Mateo moves—breathless, sweat-slick, and pliant beneath him—sends a pulse of hunger through Vesper’s chest. He feels the first spark of his orgasm in his spine—a flicker, hot and electric, dancing at the edge of his control. He curses under his breath, low and filthy, grinding deep once more before abruptly pulling out. The loss of pressure is sudden, jarring, and deliberate. "Turn over," he rasps, his voice rough from restraint. "Now."

If and when the botanist obeys, stretching out and exposing the elegant curve of his back, he's likely to feel the way Vesper drags his eyes down the botanist's body with the same reverence as a man memorizing scripture. His gaze lingers on the smooth arch of Mateo’s ass. "On your knees," he murmurs, dragging a hand down the length of Mateo’s spine, fingers pressing hard enough to leave prints.

His shadows slip along the bed like heat haze, one of them coiling once again around Mateo’s cock, squeezing in a rhythm just shy of what he needs—cruel in its teasing, perfectly timed with the pressure of Vesper’s fingers sinking into his hips. The demigod shifts closer, one hand sliding up to guide him into place, the other gripping Mateo's shoulder to keep him steady.

someday soon this dust's gonna settle

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Mateo

Hissing a curse of his own as he feels Vesper abruptly draw back, Mateo already aching with the loss of him, full and hard and relentless, the botanist is moving even before the other man's rough command hits the air. Lithe in a way that suggests his body is used to these sorts of acrobatics and then some, he finds himself first on his belly, before shifting obligingly to his knees. Every thought is awash with a haze of heat and need and the phantoms of a touch he craves again - one that Vesper isn't long in providing him, luckily.

Stuttering out a breath to feel those shadows coil around him, somewhere in the back of his mind he tries to make a mental note to ask about them later, but gods it's hard to concentrate with that not-enough pace against his cock and the teasing press of a body against his own, of fingers sure to leave their marks against his olive skin. At the feel of a hand against his shoulder Mateo glances coyly back towards Vesper, his lips brushing against his knuckles as he does so.

Raising his eyebrows, blue eyes dark with arousal and his muscles growing tense with desperate need, he nevertheless offers an inviting smile. A silent well? what are you waiting for?

if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

I need you like god needs the devil, honey

The smile Mateo throws over his shoulder—half invitation, half challenge—meets only the hard press of Vesper’s palm against his lower back. In a single motion, smooth and deliberate, the demigod pulls him back slowly and steadily onto his cock rather than thrusting his hips forward. The motion is unrelenting, forcing a broken gasp from Vesper’s lips as he pulls Mateo fully against him. His shadows flex where they’ve wound around Mateo’s cock, tightening just slightly, coaxing him deeper into the haze of want.

"Fuck," Vesper breathes through gritted teeth, head falling forward as he braces a hand at Mateo’s hip. His other slides up the length of his spine to fist briefly in the dark curls at the base of his neck before resting there, keeping him close, tethered. "You feel—" He cuts off with a low groan, beginning to move, slow at first, dragging back just enough to savour the sensation before rocking forward again.

The soft slap of skin fills the space between their breaths, and Vesper holds Mateo in place with the strength of his grip and the weight of his body, letting the curve of the botanist's spine guide his rhythm. His hand never leaves the back of Mateo’s neck, fingers curling tight as his hips roll faster, chasing the edge they’ve both been skirting. "Gods, fuck," he pants.

As the demigod drives deeper, his shadows begin to work in earnest. They aren't rough—not yet—but they're relentless, paced to push the botanist toward the edge faster than his breath can catch. Keen to feel the tension start to crest in Mateo’s mind, like a flickering storm of sensation, Vesper chases it, focusing more on the other man's pleasure than his own, at least insofar as he knows his own will necessarily be amplified by his efforts.

someday soon this dust's gonna settle

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Mateo

Mateo's smile melts into an expression of delighted surprise to feel Vesper pull him back flush against him, his moan a low, quiet thing that belies the sudden eruption of wildfire in his mind, setting every nerve alight and flushing his cheeks a deeper shade of pink. "Cazzo," he hisses, wanting to hang his head only to find fingers tangling in the back of his curls, preventing the movement. "Proprio così--"

Vesper's hips rock forward and Mateo's knees spread further for him, his back arching deliciously into every thrust. Groaning something wild and needy that might still be in the travelling tongue, the botanist's fists clench into the silk sheets, as if to keep him tethered against shadow and rough hands and a body he can't get enough of, no matter how thorough the fucking.

"Gods, Vesper," he purrs, and now the ragged tone of his voice is starting to inch towards reverent pleading, Mateo rocking back into each snap of the other man's hips, relishing the wicked movement of the sentient shadows curling around his body. "Don't stop--" He's close, the scarlet roaring in his mind seeming to coil and tighten, like a chain on the verge of snapping.

if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

I need you like god needs the devil, honey

Vesper swallows Mateo’s moan like a reward, like something earned. He holds the botanist tight against him, his hand fisted in those dark curls to keep him from burying his face, to keep him gasping where Vesper can hear it—every broken plea, every curse in the Travelling Tongue turned vivid in his mind. The demigod doesn’t need the translation; he can feel what each sound means in the raw, molten colour of Mateo’s thoughts.

"Yeah?" he growls, voice rough with need. "Like that?" Each thrust now is calculated, a slow violence—measured, hungry, relentless, and still he wants more.

Vesper’s shadows respond to the pitch of Mateo’s mind, slick and sinuous as they curl tighter around his cock, stroking him with a rhythm that matches the drag of Vesper’s hips. He times everything with near-telepathic precision—because it is—and the pleasure that floods Mateo’s body echoes back into Vesper’s thoughts, threatening to drown them both.

"Cum for me, Mateo" Vesper pants as he drags Mateo back into him again, sharp and deep. He doesn’t speed up—not yet—despite how every nerve in his body is begging for release. Instead, he savours the tension, the tight coil building in Mateo’s body, the storm on the edge of breaking. And through it all, his shadows don’t let up—slick and possessive, coaxing Mateo to the edge and holding him there. Not just to watch him fall, but to fall with him.

someday soon this dust's gonna settle

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3