[ Verso is already right there, barely holding himself back, mouthing along Gustave's throat and then lifting his head to press their foreheads together. He's panting, groaning helplessly against the corner of his mouth -- and he feels it. He feels it, when Gustave gets close, the ripple of tension in his body and the pulse of him under his touch.
So he lets go, stops holding back, immediately pressing more heavily into him, rough grinds of his hips that manage to be equal parts desperate and possessive. Gustave falls apart on his name, and Verso feels the world fall away from beneath his feet and all around them until there's nothing but him, and follows him down. His hips judder stutter almost violently, and every little movement he can feel from Gustave only makes it feel better, how he can feel every pulse. It feels so fucking good that Verso can barely even think, just has to buckle forward and tuck his face against his neck and shoulder, his hand working mindlessly over them as he spills hotly against his own fingers, against Gustave's stomach.
They're both left just mindlessly rocking their hips into each other even as they start to wind down. Verso's shivering almost as if from cold, his hand languidly working over them, still, drawing extra little shudders from him from how sensitive everything feels -- he eventually lets go, pressing his palm against Gustave's belly, against the mess they've both made. ]
-- Gustave. [ Breathless against his neck, he buries his face against the him for a moment, just. Breathing him in, leaning against him, letting his weight press him against the wall.
Its perfect. Gustave's perfect. A moment he doesn't want to end, so he lingers there, his hips still swaying without thought, his thumb dragging against Gustave's navel. ]
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Date: 2025-06-06 03:44 am (UTC)So he lets go, stops holding back, immediately pressing more heavily into him, rough grinds of his hips that manage to be equal parts desperate and possessive. Gustave falls apart on his name, and Verso feels the world fall away from beneath his feet and all around them until there's nothing but him, and follows him down. His hips judder stutter almost violently, and every little movement he can feel from Gustave only makes it feel better, how he can feel every pulse. It feels so fucking good that Verso can barely even think, just has to buckle forward and tuck his face against his neck and shoulder, his hand working mindlessly over them as he spills hotly against his own fingers, against Gustave's stomach.
They're both left just mindlessly rocking their hips into each other even as they start to wind down. Verso's shivering almost as if from cold, his hand languidly working over them, still, drawing extra little shudders from him from how sensitive everything feels -- he eventually lets go, pressing his palm against Gustave's belly, against the mess they've both made. ]
-- Gustave. [ Breathless against his neck, he buries his face against the him for a moment, just. Breathing him in, leaning against him, letting his weight press him against the wall.
Its perfect. Gustave's perfect. A moment he doesn't want to end, so he lingers there, his hips still swaying without thought, his thumb dragging against Gustave's navel. ]