[ Gustave just wants to touch him everywhere and Verso is more than happy to sink into it, his own hand roaming over Gustave's thigh, up over his side, back under that still-unbuttoned shirt and tracing over faded lines in his skin. ]
Well -- [ Verso's lips curve upwards in a small smile, swaying forward to press a kiss to his lips, and then staying there. Pressing lazy, languid kisses against his jaw, breathing him in between each one. ] Asking me to dinner probably isn't in the cards, anymore.
[ Unfortunately, as much as Verso had imagined what it'd be like to just sit and talk with him over wine. His kisses track down over his bruise-covered neck, up to the shell of his ear, nipping at it gently between his teeth as his other hand settles back to squeeze over his thigh. A silence that stretches for a beat too long, as if Verso had started to say something, reconsidered it.
But then he continues; ]
-- Are your friends going to be worried about you?
[ Because as much as he'd like to keep him, as much as he doesn't want to leave, or at the very least doesn't want to leave Gustave desperate and wondering and half-convinced that Verso has only appeared to him in the same heated fever-dream that drove him up this cliff to begin with. It would be a very bad idea to inevitably invite the Expedition to look for him. ]
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Date: 2025-06-06 07:43 pm (UTC)Well -- [ Verso's lips curve upwards in a small smile, swaying forward to press a kiss to his lips, and then staying there. Pressing lazy, languid kisses against his jaw, breathing him in between each one. ] Asking me to dinner probably isn't in the cards, anymore.
[ Unfortunately, as much as Verso had imagined what it'd be like to just sit and talk with him over wine. His kisses track down over his bruise-covered neck, up to the shell of his ear, nipping at it gently between his teeth as his other hand settles back to squeeze over his thigh. A silence that stretches for a beat too long, as if Verso had started to say something, reconsidered it.
But then he continues; ]
-- Are your friends going to be worried about you?
[ Because as much as he'd like to keep him, as much as he doesn't want to leave, or at the very least doesn't want to leave Gustave desperate and wondering and half-convinced that Verso has only appeared to him in the same heated fever-dream that drove him up this cliff to begin with. It would be a very bad idea to inevitably invite the Expedition to look for him. ]