[ It's the first time anyone's ever detailed fantasies about him to him; if any of his lovers in the past had indulged in similar daydreams, they'd kept them to themselves.
Not so Verso, who simply keeps going, his breath hot against the sensitive shell of Gustave's ear, fingers maddening where they work at the straps across his chest, and Gustave can see it. The dim light, Verso dressed in a suit not unlike his own, relaxed and sly with his hand slipped under a white tablecloth. His own fingers gripping into Verso's thigh like that might keep him grounded, like his breath wouldn't be coming too fast and his whole body shiver with every teasing stroke of the man's hand. ]
And then?
[ Already his own voice is a little too tight, his breath a little lighter, a little more rapid. They're alone and they have time โ hours, he hopes; Sciel is a lot less likely than Lune to try and come find him, she'll give him the time alone that he asked for โ and all he wants is to push this strange Expedition uniform from off Verso's shoulders, off his body, and lay him down right here in this soft grass.
He wants to see him, finally โ all of him, his whole perfect body. He wants to see the way his muscles twitch and flicker as Gustave brushes kisses and runs hands over them, wants to see his hips arch up, wants to feel every shiver like it's his own. ]
When you've had your wicked way with me at the table, will it just be bonne nuit, fais de beaux rรชves before you leave me for the night?
Or would you let me walk you home, all the way to your door, where I could ask to come in for a cup of coffee just so I could have you up against the door the moment it closed, after you'd been driving me mad all night long?
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Not so Verso, who simply keeps going, his breath hot against the sensitive shell of Gustave's ear, fingers maddening where they work at the straps across his chest, and Gustave can see it. The dim light, Verso dressed in a suit not unlike his own, relaxed and sly with his hand slipped under a white tablecloth. His own fingers gripping into Verso's thigh like that might keep him grounded, like his breath wouldn't be coming too fast and his whole body shiver with every teasing stroke of the man's hand. ]
And then?
[ Already his own voice is a little too tight, his breath a little lighter, a little more rapid. They're alone and they have time โ hours, he hopes; Sciel is a lot less likely than Lune to try and come find him, she'll give him the time alone that he asked for โ and all he wants is to push this strange Expedition uniform from off Verso's shoulders, off his body, and lay him down right here in this soft grass.
He wants to see him, finally โ all of him, his whole perfect body. He wants to see the way his muscles twitch and flicker as Gustave brushes kisses and runs hands over them, wants to see his hips arch up, wants to feel every shiver like it's his own. ]
When you've had your wicked way with me at the table, will it just be bonne nuit, fais de beaux rรชves before you leave me for the night?
Or would you let me walk you home, all the way to your door, where I could ask to come in for a cup of coffee just so I could have you up against the door the moment it closed, after you'd been driving me mad all night long?