[ His name falls, sizzling, from Verso's lips and it's more than enough to push him onward, even as he falters a little with his self-inflicted mission to offer Verso the words, the fantasies, he wants to hear. ]
Then I guess I'd have to hold your hips down so you couldn't move too much.
[ Like this, maybe: his left hand coming to grip Verso's hip, carefully firm. He doesn't want to hold him down too hard or to press too intensely โ the metal hand and arm are stronger than his right hand and when he's distracted like this he can't always properly gauge the tension and grip of it โ as he finally shifts himself bodily down, lying between Verso's legs, following the V of his groin with his kisses as he continues to stroke along his length, squeezing and running his thumb over the head.
He glances up along Verso's body โ putain, he's so beautiful, spread out like this, leaned back and just waiting, his chest moving rapidly with each breath, his neck and shoulders and collarbone marked with blooming red bruises, and if Gustave weren't already lying down he'd be knocked to his knees just at the sight of him โ his own eyes heated and intent and blown dark, watching Verso through his lashes. ]
Let's find out if it would work.
[ It's the last thing he says before he uncurls his fingers from around Verso and sets that hand, too, on his hips, holding him there as Gustave leans down to take him into his mouth and it's beenโ merde, it's been two years and he can't help himself, swallows him down hard and fast, falling dizzily into the taste and scent of him, drowning in it. He'd almost forgotten how the weight and length of him feels against his tongue, in his mouth, and he groans around him, needy and wanting, giving wholly up on words in order to turn his focus to more important things. ]
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Date: 2025-06-15 02:58 pm (UTC)Then I guess I'd have to hold your hips down so you couldn't move too much.
[ Like this, maybe: his left hand coming to grip Verso's hip, carefully firm. He doesn't want to hold him down too hard or to press too intensely โ the metal hand and arm are stronger than his right hand and when he's distracted like this he can't always properly gauge the tension and grip of it โ as he finally shifts himself bodily down, lying between Verso's legs, following the V of his groin with his kisses as he continues to stroke along his length, squeezing and running his thumb over the head.
He glances up along Verso's body โ putain, he's so beautiful, spread out like this, leaned back and just waiting, his chest moving rapidly with each breath, his neck and shoulders and collarbone marked with blooming red bruises, and if Gustave weren't already lying down he'd be knocked to his knees just at the sight of him โ his own eyes heated and intent and blown dark, watching Verso through his lashes. ]
Let's find out if it would work.
[ It's the last thing he says before he uncurls his fingers from around Verso and sets that hand, too, on his hips, holding him there as Gustave leans down to take him into his mouth and it's beenโ merde, it's been two years and he can't help himself, swallows him down hard and fast, falling dizzily into the taste and scent of him, drowning in it. He'd almost forgotten how the weight and length of him feels against his tongue, in his mouth, and he groans around him, needy and wanting, giving wholly up on words in order to turn his focus to more important things. ]