[ It's been a long time since he felt like he was able to give all his time and attention to any one person, and longer still since that one person was Maelle. There had been those stolen moments in the garden, maybe the closest thing he'd had in a long while, but that was all.
And now Verso is laughing, tell him he expects nothing less than Gustave's complete focus, and, putain, he's almost desperate to grant that request. This place, this continent, is so hard and unforgiving; he's known so much grief in such a short time. And then Verso appeared, like a miracle, out of the blue, and reminded him what it's like to live again, not just for Maelle but for himself, for the way his blood rushes and heats when Verso touches him, for the sounds Verso makes when Gustave kisses him.
The door gives way behind Verso, opening into a luxurious tiled room, as elegantly appointed as the rest of this strange place, but he barely has a moment to look before Verso's dragging him into his arms and meeting his mouth with a kiss, firm and wanting. Gustave groans into it, dropping his coat and the pack from his shoulder without hesitation just so he can bring his hands to the sides of Verso's head, kissing him back with all the passion that had been banked in him for so long, for hours and hours. ]
You can have it. All my time and attention, I'll... je te donnerai tout ce que tu veux, anything.
[ Anything at all that Verso wants, whatever he can give, he'll give it. Verso's made this happen for him, Verso sometimes feels like the only thing keeping him sane in this insane place, Verso feels like the air in his lungs even as this kiss steals that same air from him without mercy, leaving him burning and breathless.
His hands go to work at the fastenings of Verso's coat, a little more familiar now with the buckles and tassels, working them loose a little more quickly. ]
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Date: 2025-06-20 01:56 am (UTC)And now Verso is laughing, tell him he expects nothing less than Gustave's complete focus, and, putain, he's almost desperate to grant that request. This place, this continent, is so hard and unforgiving; he's known so much grief in such a short time. And then Verso appeared, like a miracle, out of the blue, and reminded him what it's like to live again, not just for Maelle but for himself, for the way his blood rushes and heats when Verso touches him, for the sounds Verso makes when Gustave kisses him.
The door gives way behind Verso, opening into a luxurious tiled room, as elegantly appointed as the rest of this strange place, but he barely has a moment to look before Verso's dragging him into his arms and meeting his mouth with a kiss, firm and wanting. Gustave groans into it, dropping his coat and the pack from his shoulder without hesitation just so he can bring his hands to the sides of Verso's head, kissing him back with all the passion that had been banked in him for so long, for hours and hours. ]
You can have it. All my time and attention, I'll... je te donnerai tout ce que tu veux, anything.
[ Anything at all that Verso wants, whatever he can give, he'll give it. Verso's made this happen for him, Verso sometimes feels like the only thing keeping him sane in this insane place, Verso feels like the air in his lungs even as this kiss steals that same air from him without mercy, leaving him burning and breathless.
His hands go to work at the fastenings of Verso's coat, a little more familiar now with the buckles and tassels, working them loose a little more quickly. ]
Shall I draw us a bath, mon cher?