Mm. [ Verso laughs with him, softer and more gently amused, pressing another sweet kiss to his neck. His wrist doesn't resist Gustave's grip, not protesting, letting it be pulled away -- briefly twisting to briefly twine his fingers together with Gustave's metal ones, playful and teasing, before pulling away to let both his arms wrap around Gustave's waist instead. ] It's not my fault you're especially tempting when you're working.
[ Gustave won't believe him, he knows. But the warmth and underlying heat in his tone is real, as had the way he'd almost stalked across the room at the sight of him, and just listening to him talk, watching his hands up close, is making that much more adoration and want twist through his belly. He squeezes his arms around him again, slowly pulling away -- only to gently grip him by the side and turn him around, so he can look at him fully. There's a flicker of a smile when he meets his eyes directly, just happy to see him, even as he gently crowds him against the edge of that workbench, a hand lifting to curve against his chin and jaw.
The look in Verso's eyes is a little different than what Gustave may have seen in him before -- he tends to switch between that raw hunger and gentle affection. Right now, it's both, warm and fond and absolutely adoring, with a clear edge of something darker just underneath it, like all he wants to do is piece him apart until he shatters under his touch, like all he wants to do is wrap him up in his arms and kiss every part of him he can reach just so he knows he's adored. He grips at Gustave's chin, gentle, thumb soothing just under his lower lip. ]
-- Maybe I can be convinced to leave you to your work, if I can have just one kiss?
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[ Gustave won't believe him, he knows. But the warmth and underlying heat in his tone is real, as had the way he'd almost stalked across the room at the sight of him, and just listening to him talk, watching his hands up close, is making that much more adoration and want twist through his belly. He squeezes his arms around him again, slowly pulling away -- only to gently grip him by the side and turn him around, so he can look at him fully. There's a flicker of a smile when he meets his eyes directly, just happy to see him, even as he gently crowds him against the edge of that workbench, a hand lifting to curve against his chin and jaw.
The look in Verso's eyes is a little different than what Gustave may have seen in him before -- he tends to switch between that raw hunger and gentle affection. Right now, it's both, warm and fond and absolutely adoring, with a clear edge of something darker just underneath it, like all he wants to do is piece him apart until he shatters under his touch, like all he wants to do is wrap him up in his arms and kiss every part of him he can reach just so he knows he's adored. He grips at Gustave's chin, gentle, thumb soothing just under his lower lip. ]
-- Maybe I can be convinced to leave you to your work, if I can have just one kiss?
[ Just one. He promises! ]