[ He shifts closer as Verso pushes up, looking up into his face again and smiling, lashes lowering as his glance falls to those laughing lips. Verso traces fingers lightly over his belly and a trail of goosebumps follows, Gustave shivering faintly as nerves light into life all along the path those fingers take, as the fingers in his hair tug gently and spark sensation through his scalp.
Verso murmurs words into the air between them and muffles any possible question with a kiss that makes every inside part of him melt at once. It's sweet and lingering and he's dazed when Verso pulls away, already reaching for him again. The way they're lying, he has to turn a little onto his side and reach with his left hand, which he carefully keeps away from Verso's hair, curves deliberate and gentle at Verso's shoulder, runs down along his arm and back up again, cool metal against warm skin.
He's not dazed enough to not find what Verso continues with funny, though, and he laughs, low and warm and a little breathless. ]
It's just as well. It would immediately kill any ideas of further seduction you might have at their inception.
I doubt anyone other than another engineer would find anything interesting in my tinkering and iterations and design process.
[ His glance moves over Verso's face, warm and fond and a little darker than before. Amusingly, it looks like he means it, like he really would enjoy watching Gustave lose hours to calculating the correct mass balance and sketching out designs and working with machines that need to be almost entirely taken apart and put back together with no visible changes made. ]
Even making this gunpowder for them and helping them adjust the cannon design and prototype isn't likely to be anything you'd enjoy watching. It'll take hours.
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Verso murmurs words into the air between them and muffles any possible question with a kiss that makes every inside part of him melt at once. It's sweet and lingering and he's dazed when Verso pulls away, already reaching for him again. The way they're lying, he has to turn a little onto his side and reach with his left hand, which he carefully keeps away from Verso's hair, curves deliberate and gentle at Verso's shoulder, runs down along his arm and back up again, cool metal against warm skin.
He's not dazed enough to not find what Verso continues with funny, though, and he laughs, low and warm and a little breathless. ]
It's just as well. It would immediately kill any ideas of further seduction you might have at their inception.
I doubt anyone other than another engineer would find anything interesting in my tinkering and iterations and design process.
[ His glance moves over Verso's face, warm and fond and a little darker than before. Amusingly, it looks like he means it, like he really would enjoy watching Gustave lose hours to calculating the correct mass balance and sketching out designs and working with machines that need to be almost entirely taken apart and put back together with no visible changes made. ]
Even making this gunpowder for them and helping them adjust the cannon design and prototype isn't likely to be anything you'd enjoy watching. It'll take hours.