[ Verso just lies there for a while, sinking in the sensations of it all -- and all of it, Gustave. Gustave's mouth still hot and wet around him, some of that warmth lingering even after he pulls away. His own muscles, weighed down by the heady afterglow, twitching in the echoes of his pleasure. Gustave's touch, his fingers brushing incidentally against his skin as he drags his trousers up, more purposeful as his hand rests warm and heavy over his belly. The warmth of him beside him, how the grass dimples beneath them in a way where Verso could almost imagine they're sharing a bed in that abandoned hotel, the feel of him close, Verso's head tipping automatically to allow him more access to his neck, a soft pleased sigh escaping him. The sound of his own breathing, still a bit too fast like the heartbeat he can feel thrumming in his chest, slowly starting to wind down and down, like his very breath and heart are trying to better match the rhythms of the man beside him.
The rest of it eases in a little bit at a time. The slightest breeze whipping over them in the quiet clearing, the sound of the river, the rustling trees. Very slowly, he rolls onto his side, reaching out to drape an arm around him, lazy and languid like a blanket. He drifts his fingers up along his side, his shoulder, curling into his hair at the back of his neck, just barely drawing him closer so he can pull him into a kiss. Deep, slow, but lingering-sweet, less like he wants to devour him and more just he wants to feel him close, lose himself in it for a little while before he breaks off, their foreheads pressed together. ]
-- I liked that.
[ Everything. He did like everything. But he means the fantasy, the story, Gustave's efforts to tell them to him. He loved it. His voice is soft, lazy like everything else about him right now. All he wants is to just wrap him up in his arms, and. ]
You should stay.
[ Away from camp. Just for a night. Just for a few hours, maybe, would that be too much to ask? He smiles, laughing a little at himself -- but its probably good that after all this time and pulling away from Gustave again and again, that for once, he can be asking him to stay. ]
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The rest of it eases in a little bit at a time. The slightest breeze whipping over them in the quiet clearing, the sound of the river, the rustling trees. Very slowly, he rolls onto his side, reaching out to drape an arm around him, lazy and languid like a blanket. He drifts his fingers up along his side, his shoulder, curling into his hair at the back of his neck, just barely drawing him closer so he can pull him into a kiss. Deep, slow, but lingering-sweet, less like he wants to devour him and more just he wants to feel him close, lose himself in it for a little while before he breaks off, their foreheads pressed together. ]
-- I liked that.
[ Everything. He did like everything. But he means the fantasy, the story, Gustave's efforts to tell them to him. He loved it. His voice is soft, lazy like everything else about him right now. All he wants is to just wrap him up in his arms, and. ]
You should stay.
[ Away from camp. Just for a night. Just for a few hours, maybe, would that be too much to ask? He smiles, laughing a little at himself -- but its probably good that after all this time and pulling away from Gustave again and again, that for once, he can be asking him to stay. ]