[ Gustave's answer is simple, an affirmation, yes, he wants more too -- but even before the words leave his lips, Verso is watching for everything, burning every detail into his memory. How his breathing starts to get even more shallow, how his body starts to arch against his own as as he pushes his hips into his touch, that sweet moan and how good it sounds, ringing out sweet and clear. He can see how the question seems to take a while to even land, how the other man's thoughts are clouded over, and how when it does reach him he can see -- something, a thousand things, flickering through his eyes. Thinking of everything he wants. And he does want, too many things, too overwhelmed to even say anything except yes.
Putain, but he does love this. He answers him with another kiss, full on the lips, drowning a pleased sound against the other man's tongue from the feel of his fingers in his hair. When he breaks away its again to start to kiss down his neck, his other hand working firmly and languidly over him stilling in its rhythm. He pulls back, just enough to catch his gaze, his eyes lowered, pupils completely blown out -- and a smirk tugging at his lips. ]
-- Good.
[ Just the one word. Nothing more, and then Vero starts to ease down. Squeezing around him, fingers rippling pressure along his length, his free hand shifting between them to press against the flat of his stomach, to roll his shirt up until more of his skin is exposed to the air. Verso kisses at his neck, his collarbone, mouths lightly over his shirt and hotly over the muscle of his stomach, tracing hard lines, kissing near his navel, easing down to his knees. His hand moves to his trousers, pulling them down until they're tangled around his thighs.
He lingers there for a moment, turning his head away to trail his mouth along one inner thigh, roughness of his beard and scruff scratching lightly at his skin -- but he won't drag it out for too long. Flicking his eyes up to look at him, as hungry to watch him respond as he is for this, tongue wetting his lips before his mouth falls open and he starts to swallow him down. ]
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Date: 2025-05-27 10:23 pm (UTC)Putain, but he does love this. He answers him with another kiss, full on the lips, drowning a pleased sound against the other man's tongue from the feel of his fingers in his hair. When he breaks away its again to start to kiss down his neck, his other hand working firmly and languidly over him stilling in its rhythm. He pulls back, just enough to catch his gaze, his eyes lowered, pupils completely blown out -- and a smirk tugging at his lips. ]
-- Good.
[ Just the one word. Nothing more, and then Vero starts to ease down. Squeezing around him, fingers rippling pressure along his length, his free hand shifting between them to press against the flat of his stomach, to roll his shirt up until more of his skin is exposed to the air. Verso kisses at his neck, his collarbone, mouths lightly over his shirt and hotly over the muscle of his stomach, tracing hard lines, kissing near his navel, easing down to his knees. His hand moves to his trousers, pulling them down until they're tangled around his thighs.
He lingers there for a moment, turning his head away to trail his mouth along one inner thigh, roughness of his beard and scruff scratching lightly at his skin -- but he won't drag it out for too long. Flicking his eyes up to look at him, as hungry to watch him respond as he is for this, tongue wetting his lips before his mouth falls open and he starts to swallow him down. ]