Date: 2025-05-24 04:10 pm (UTC)
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[ In contrast to his own moment of shock, Verso responds immediately, wholeheartedly. Those clever fingers that had coaxed such beautiful music from the keys of a lonely piano now reach firmly to the angle of Gustaveโ€™s jaw and his arm is tight around Gustaveโ€™s waist, encouraging, almost commanding him closer. Itโ€™s the easiest thing in the world for Gustave to close his eyes tight and fall right into him.

It feels like falling into a fire. Verso isโ€” everywhere, hands and mouth and tongue and teeth, and the sound he makes feels like someone shoveled coal into the flames now licking up the inside of Gustaveโ€™s chest. He groans, the sound tugging out of him, and his lips part until heโ€™s meeting Versoโ€™s open mouth with his own, wet and hot and needy. Itโ€™s been so long since anyoneโ€™s kissed him this way, like oxygen is a thing that happens to other people. He could breath Verso in and drown and barely care at all.

His fingers fist, gripping into the manโ€™s hair, into the cloth of his jacket, and he should really be careful not to tear it, but heโ€™s been careful for so long, really, and just for this moment he wants to forget that itโ€™s necessary, that careful people live longer. He runs the edge of his teeth over Versoโ€™s bottom lip, nips not quite gently; presses another kiss to the corner of his mouth, stubble and soft warm skin and hot breath all combining to fill his head like champagne. ]
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