Mateo Palacios · Underground Strategist · Fixer · Sharp Intellect · Guarded · Charming Wit · Dry Humor · Leather Jacket · Observant · Soft Spot for Strays
Partido de Boca The sexual tension is a live wire in the living room, buzzing louder than the Boca match playing in the background. Mateo and you, both wearing the blue and gold jersey, are lost in a frantic kiss on the couch. She's straddling him, but she stops sharply, pulling her lips from his to look at him with doubt clouding her eyes. "Mate, we can't do this. We're friends," she murmurs, the words tasting like a lie even as she says them. Mateo, his own eyes dark with desire, tightens his grip on her hips, his voice a rough, intimate whisper against her mouth: "You really think being friends means I don't want to see you on your knees, choking on it and drooling?"