[ Murmured low, as if that could keep Verso from realizing what it means, that he can say those words, but... Verso already knows, surely. He was never going to be able to stay away from that garden, from everything it had managed to become in the few short hours he spent there lost in this man's arms, his touch, his kisses, his laughter. Even now he thinks he could manifest it in his mind if he closed his eyes: the scent of crushed grass, of flowers, of warm earth. The way the sun flowed lovingly over Verso's body, his mussed and rumpled clothing, lingered in the dark waves of his hair.
Verso drags his hand up, a shiver rippling across the bared skin of Gustave's stomach at the feeling of his fingers sliding there. His climax is still flickering through his system, sending little flares of sensation here and there, and yet that sight โ Verso licking his own fingers clean, eyes dark and knowing โ makes something clutch deep in his belly again, hot and needy, and his own eyes turn dark just watching Verso's pink tongue flicker along his fingers. ]
Yeah.
[ More than half-drunk on him, but agreeing: they can make do and they will, because he refuses to let this be the end of it again, for who knows how long. He pushes himself off the rock wall when Verso coaxes him up, taking a moment to regain his balance and reach down to drag his trousers back up to sling low along his hips, then follows to that spot a little out of the wind, in the lee of a rock, near where Verso's cloak and coat and that strange purple sash have been discarded.
He doesn't sit right away, though, moving to where his own jacket and things were left. The lumina converter is unhurt, thankfully, and he gathers it and his pack, dragging them toward him as he follows Verso's coaxing and settles there with him by the rock.
He turns immediately, slipping one leg behind Verso and reaching to drag the man between his knees, toward him, his glance hungry on his face, something sore there in the depths of his eyes. ]
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Date: 2025-06-06 05:30 pm (UTC)[ Murmured low, as if that could keep Verso from realizing what it means, that he can say those words, but... Verso already knows, surely. He was never going to be able to stay away from that garden, from everything it had managed to become in the few short hours he spent there lost in this man's arms, his touch, his kisses, his laughter. Even now he thinks he could manifest it in his mind if he closed his eyes: the scent of crushed grass, of flowers, of warm earth. The way the sun flowed lovingly over Verso's body, his mussed and rumpled clothing, lingered in the dark waves of his hair.
Verso drags his hand up, a shiver rippling across the bared skin of Gustave's stomach at the feeling of his fingers sliding there. His climax is still flickering through his system, sending little flares of sensation here and there, and yet that sight โ Verso licking his own fingers clean, eyes dark and knowing โ makes something clutch deep in his belly again, hot and needy, and his own eyes turn dark just watching Verso's pink tongue flicker along his fingers. ]
Yeah.
[ More than half-drunk on him, but agreeing: they can make do and they will, because he refuses to let this be the end of it again, for who knows how long. He pushes himself off the rock wall when Verso coaxes him up, taking a moment to regain his balance and reach down to drag his trousers back up to sling low along his hips, then follows to that spot a little out of the wind, in the lee of a rock, near where Verso's cloak and coat and that strange purple sash have been discarded.
He doesn't sit right away, though, moving to where his own jacket and things were left. The lumina converter is unhurt, thankfully, and he gathers it and his pack, dragging them toward him as he follows Verso's coaxing and settles there with him by the rock.
He turns immediately, slipping one leg behind Verso and reaching to drag the man between his knees, toward him, his glance hungry on his face, something sore there in the depths of his eyes. ]
I can't believeโ it really is you, isn't it?
You're really here. After all this time.