[ That brief flicker of heated realization and the pink in his cheeks right before Verso leans in to kiss him is definitely gratifying -- that alone and the thought of what might be to come when they finally get a night together might just be enough to sustain his self control, for as long as Gustave needs to actually work. When they break from their kiss for air, Verso stays close, looking down at him with a smile that only widens when he sees Gustave's own expression, breathless, surprised, his smile just a bit off-kilter.
Verso nods -- and leans back in for another kiss. This one quick, brief, one stolen kiss where he barely gets to taste him again, pulling back from it with a grin. Already breaking his own terms of negotiation, but he thinks Gustave won't mind, will he? ]
-- Just don't overwork yourself either, Gustave. I'm sure your friends would be willing to give you another day.
[ And Verso will personally fight the gestrals about it.
With that, and a few moments where Verso just looks at him, squeezing his arms around him, his hand running up and down his back and carding through his hair -- he finally pulls away. Slowly and gently untangling himself from him, taking a few steps back to give him some actual space. He lifts his hands in front of him just to emphasize the space he's giving, look at how good he's being. ]
You'll forget I was even here, don't worry about it. Go on.
[ He indicates the workbench with a nod, taking a moment to poke around the edges of the space. Verso does want to watch him and will find some corner to post himself up with, sitting on some stack of old furniture or leaning up against it, and while it is terribly difficult to resist -- he will keep to his agreement, and let Gustave work in peace. It turns out that when he's spent this much time following Expeditioners from afar, when he's spent a lot of time keeping an eye on Gustave from somewhere closer than he might imagine, he's gotten quite good at melting into quiet corners and into shadows. He makes sure to not disappear completely, though, would provide conversation and his own limited insights into the work to Gustave talking to himself. But also sitting there, half-caught in the light, Gustave glancing his way would definitely be met with a little lopsided smile and a meaningful raise of an eyebrow, as if asking if he'd like to come closer for another kiss, for maybe more. ]
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Date: 2025-06-17 11:56 pm (UTC)Verso nods -- and leans back in for another kiss. This one quick, brief, one stolen kiss where he barely gets to taste him again, pulling back from it with a grin. Already breaking his own terms of negotiation, but he thinks Gustave won't mind, will he? ]
-- Just don't overwork yourself either, Gustave. I'm sure your friends would be willing to give you another day.
[ And Verso will personally fight the gestrals about it.
With that, and a few moments where Verso just looks at him, squeezing his arms around him, his hand running up and down his back and carding through his hair -- he finally pulls away. Slowly and gently untangling himself from him, taking a few steps back to give him some actual space. He lifts his hands in front of him just to emphasize the space he's giving, look at how good he's being. ]
You'll forget I was even here, don't worry about it. Go on.
[ He indicates the workbench with a nod, taking a moment to poke around the edges of the space. Verso does want to watch him and will find some corner to post himself up with, sitting on some stack of old furniture or leaning up against it, and while it is terribly difficult to resist -- he will keep to his agreement, and let Gustave work in peace. It turns out that when he's spent this much time following Expeditioners from afar, when he's spent a lot of time keeping an eye on Gustave from somewhere closer than he might imagine, he's gotten quite good at melting into quiet corners and into shadows. He makes sure to not disappear completely, though, would provide conversation and his own limited insights into the work to Gustave talking to himself. But also sitting there, half-caught in the light, Gustave glancing his way would definitely be met with a little lopsided smile and a meaningful raise of an eyebrow, as if asking if he'd like to come closer for another kiss, for maybe more. ]