[ Just like before, Verso's driving him mad with nothing but hands and mouth and the way his body feels against him, under his own hands. They shove at fabric, muddling pants around legs to bare them both from the waist down, and Gustave shivers a moment in the cool breeze, body crowded against cold rock, before Verso is on him again and he forgets everything but the perfect friction in every rock of their hips.
Verso is everywhere, covering him, hand wrapped around them both and mouth trailing fire up Gustave's neck, sending warm shivers flushing through him with that growling voice at his ear. ]
I need...
[ You. Please. I need you. His own hands skate down Verso's back, dipping into the slope of his spine before they curve over his ass, firm muscle beneath metal and flesh fingers that press divots into his skin, hard enough to leave bruises as he pulls him closer, rocking his own hips into that maddening friction. Verso's hard and hot against him, sliding so perfectly in the circle of his own fingers as they rub together, and Gustave's breath comes hard, his whole body shuddering with the waves of sensation that go slamming through him.
But in the end, his heart is still too fragile, that door not fully pushed open enough for him to say all the things that crowd over his tongue, into his mouth. ]
...You know what I need.
[ Dipping his head to run his own mouth down along Verso's throat, and it's his turn to pull hard on that heated skin, tasting salt and warmth and Verso, leaving a mark of his own with tongue and lips and the edge of his teeth. If he really does come back tomorrow, if Gustave really does see him again, maybe seeing that mark will convince him this truly is real, not some fevered dream born out of years of longing and weeks of strain.
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Date: 2025-06-06 12:16 am (UTC)Verso is everywhere, covering him, hand wrapped around them both and mouth trailing fire up Gustave's neck, sending warm shivers flushing through him with that growling voice at his ear. ]
I need...
[ You. Please. I need you. His own hands skate down Verso's back, dipping into the slope of his spine before they curve over his ass, firm muscle beneath metal and flesh fingers that press divots into his skin, hard enough to leave bruises as he pulls him closer, rocking his own hips into that maddening friction. Verso's hard and hot against him, sliding so perfectly in the circle of his own fingers as they rub together, and Gustave's breath comes hard, his whole body shuddering with the waves of sensation that go slamming through him.
But in the end, his heart is still too fragile, that door not fully pushed open enough for him to say all the things that crowd over his tongue, into his mouth. ]
...You know what I need.
[ Dipping his head to run his own mouth down along Verso's throat, and it's his turn to pull hard on that heated skin, tasting salt and warmth and Verso, leaving a mark of his own with tongue and lips and the edge of his teeth. If he really does come back tomorrow, if Gustave really does see him again, maybe seeing that mark will convince him this truly is real, not some fevered dream born out of years of longing and weeks of strain.
Verso knows. Does he really need to say it? ]