[ An amused huff through his nose, breath warm against Gustave's skin -- and he follows it with a little tease of his teeth against the shell of his ear. A catch, a nip, a moment where his tongue flickers against the lobe, his weight shifting to press against Gustave's back -- a bit more meaningfully. ]
I'm trying to be a gentleman.
[ No he's not. If he has, he's done a pretty bad job so far. ]
Would you rather start with talking about everything I've ever dreamed of doing to you, Gustave?
[ As evidenced there. His voice easing a little lower with every word, more of that gravelly tone coming through. His arms squeeze around him, again, shifting just slightly so one of his palms can rest against the flat of Gustave's stomach, thumbing at his navel through his uniform. ]
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Date: 2025-06-07 05:20 pm (UTC)I'm trying to be a gentleman.
[ No he's not. If he has, he's done a pretty bad job so far. ]
Would you rather start with talking about everything I've ever dreamed of doing to you, Gustave?
[ As evidenced there. His voice easing a little lower with every word, more of that gravelly tone coming through. His arms squeeze around him, again, shifting just slightly so one of his palms can rest against the flat of Gustave's stomach, thumbing at his navel through his uniform. ]