[ He's laughing now, a real laugh, not just an amused chuckle, as Verso presses a kiss to his jaw, tickling him with the scruff of his beard. ]
If I hadn't waited until you were gone, I'd never have made it back to camp. It'd be more dangerous than swimming with sharks. I'm honestly surprised you didn't smell blood in the water and come right back.
[ This is good, this is better, Verso sparking into life, understanding followed by clear desire lighting in his eyes. His questions can wait for a while, surely, or he can ask them as they go, but it's clear Verso wanted to share this with him, wanted something special, something nice to offer his fleuriste, and though Gustave might have started out with too practical an assessment of things, he's more than willing to let himself be swept away.
They have a whole night. Why not dream together?
And he's glad Verso catches on quickly to his meaning. A bath would be heavenly, but he's under no illusions he'd be allowed to enjoy it alone, nor does he especially want to. He wants to finally see Verso bare, completely, wants to feel his skin warm from water and slick with soap. He wants to run his hands along every part of him, memorize each and every curve of muscle and angle of bone.
Verso's thoughts are taking the same path, he can tell, a thought that jolts through him like lightning. The anxiety vanishes, replaced by clear determination, and he's laughing again as Verso almost drags him down the hall once they've reached the top of the stairs. ]
But I'll be more than happy to share this one with you, mon pianiste. You've been so patient tonight, you deserve some time and attention.
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Date: 2025-06-20 12:55 am (UTC)[ He's laughing now, a real laugh, not just an amused chuckle, as Verso presses a kiss to his jaw, tickling him with the scruff of his beard. ]
If I hadn't waited until you were gone, I'd never have made it back to camp. It'd be more dangerous than swimming with sharks. I'm honestly surprised you didn't smell blood in the water and come right back.
[ This is good, this is better, Verso sparking into life, understanding followed by clear desire lighting in his eyes. His questions can wait for a while, surely, or he can ask them as they go, but it's clear Verso wanted to share this with him, wanted something special, something nice to offer his fleuriste, and though Gustave might have started out with too practical an assessment of things, he's more than willing to let himself be swept away.
They have a whole night. Why not dream together?
And he's glad Verso catches on quickly to his meaning. A bath would be heavenly, but he's under no illusions he'd be allowed to enjoy it alone, nor does he especially want to. He wants to finally see Verso bare, completely, wants to feel his skin warm from water and slick with soap. He wants to run his hands along every part of him, memorize each and every curve of muscle and angle of bone.
Verso's thoughts are taking the same path, he can tell, a thought that jolts through him like lightning. The anxiety vanishes, replaced by clear determination, and he's laughing again as Verso almost drags him down the hall once they've reached the top of the stairs. ]
But I'll be more than happy to share this one with you, mon pianiste. You've been so patient tonight, you deserve some time and attention.