[ Verso laughs a little, peeling himself up from him for only just a moment -- just so he can look down at him. His eyes linger on every single little thing he can see of Gustave sprawled out and perfect beneath him, the gentle rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathes, those bruises still dark and not-quite-yet fading on his neck and throat, some more scattered remnants of kisses and touches layered over healed over and faded scars. His arms, both of them leanly muscled or intricate and mechanical, perfectly fashioned to his body. The gentle blue gleam pours over him and catches against every line and angle, the dip of his throat and his collarbones, to those full kiss-bruised lips, his beard and moustache and those stray curls falling into his hair, over those beautiful eyes that feel like he could just sink into them.
He reaches for that yellow flower he'd tucked earlier into his hair, just a bit displaced, lightly tucking in back into place. ]
Looking like you.
[ That seems to be all that matters.
He presses back down into him, making some soft, pleased sound intot hat kiss, his hand slowly reaching for Gustave's to thread their fingers together one by one. Gentle, intimate, thumb stroking over the side of a knuckle. ]
You're doing an awful job of not being seduced, yes.
[ Teehee. ]
Your master plan must be, of course, seducing me.
[ With another smile, a warm kiss. That plan's working out better. ]
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Date: 2025-06-11 01:30 am (UTC)He reaches for that yellow flower he'd tucked earlier into his hair, just a bit displaced, lightly tucking in back into place. ]
Looking like you.
[ That seems to be all that matters.
He presses back down into him, making some soft, pleased sound intot hat kiss, his hand slowly reaching for Gustave's to thread their fingers together one by one. Gentle, intimate, thumb stroking over the side of a knuckle. ]
You're doing an awful job of not being seduced, yes.
[ Teehee. ]
Your master plan must be, of course, seducing me.
[ With another smile, a warm kiss. That plan's working out better. ]