[ They're both falling apart, the rhythm now kept only by virtue of Verso's stubbornness. He's shivering with every stroke, hands gripping and pulling Verso into him, running over his body beneath his shirt, over the bared skin of his hips and ass and thighs. Verso squeezes, and Gustave groans, eyes squeezing shut so hard it's painful. He barely has the presence of mind anymore to press kisses over skin and scruff and lips, drowning in Verso, in his touch, his scent, his warmth, the way he's making him feel so good—
I need you too, Verso says, his voice ragged and frayed, and please, and he could ask for anything, anything right now and Gustave would do whatever it took to give it to him.
What he's asking for now is simple, in comparison; Gustave would already give it to him, even without the asking, because Verso grinds into him and his hand is slick and tight and all of a sudden it's too much, too much. All that building, simmering heat clenches suddenly into a hot tangle low in his belly, and a low cry, a curse, rips from his chest, his throat, as his hips pump helplessly and he tightens, coiling tight, and comes, the climax rippling through him in waves. ]
Verso—
[ The only word he remembers how to say as it rushes over him, Verso's hand growing slick and wet with each stroke and each spurt, and he keeps rocking his hips, grinding against Verso, wanting him to fall right along with him until he's spent and panting, his body threatening to collapse despite the wall and Verso holding him up. ]
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Date: 2025-06-06 03:28 am (UTC)I need you too, Verso says, his voice ragged and frayed, and please, and he could ask for anything, anything right now and Gustave would do whatever it took to give it to him.
What he's asking for now is simple, in comparison; Gustave would already give it to him, even without the asking, because Verso grinds into him and his hand is slick and tight and all of a sudden it's too much, too much. All that building, simmering heat clenches suddenly into a hot tangle low in his belly, and a low cry, a curse, rips from his chest, his throat, as his hips pump helplessly and he tightens, coiling tight, and comes, the climax rippling through him in waves. ]
Verso—
[ The only word he remembers how to say as it rushes over him, Verso's hand growing slick and wet with each stroke and each spurt, and he keeps rocking his hips, grinding against Verso, wanting him to fall right along with him until he's spent and panting, his body threatening to collapse despite the wall and Verso holding him up. ]