[ Gratifying and perfect, everything he could ever want. Gustave questioning him before quickly realizing what he's doing, unable to do anything but tremble and brace himself -- from down here, he can't quite see all of his face when his head falls back, but he can see and feel everything else, hear his name torn from his throat, the almost violent shudder that moves through his entire body when he finally starts to take him into his mouth. Gustave's hand, clawing and desperate, moving from his neck and shoulder, desperate for something to hold onto.
Verso lets his eyes slip shut for moment -- its been a while, but he knows what he's doing. Sinking down further, inch by inch, making a low pleased sound that Gustasve would be able to feel rumble in his throat. He likes the taste of him, the weight of him on his tongue, the way he can feel him hot and throbbing, likes his desperation. He's been trying to get really overwhelm him this entire time, push him out of his head, away from his thoughts, make it so he can't think or do anything but feel, and feel good -- and this seems to have finally gotten them there. He'll savor it.
He winds an arm around one of Gustave's legs, hand sliding up the back of his thigh -- and not at all helping Gustave hold himself back as his hand palms roughly over his ass, pulling him closer, almost urging him to move. His other hand moves instinctively to brace himself against the metal frame through crushed and broken vines, blindly brushing against Gustave's metallic hand and immediately moving so he can cover it with his own, holding onto him. Verso breathes in, smells crushed grass and greenery and dirt, smells him and his eyes flicker open again to look up at him as he shifts slightly where he's knelt on the ground.
He pulls back. Slowly, deliberately, letting his tongue drag against him in his mouth, all the way back along the length of him until Gustave is leaving his mouth with a wet pop. One fleeting second where he'd be without that heat, without any pressure and touch, before he's pressing his tongue to him and immediately starting to swallow him down again. Faster, this time, closing his eyes again on another muffled pleased groan, finding and settling into his an easy rhythm. ]
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Date: 2025-05-27 11:13 pm (UTC)Verso lets his eyes slip shut for moment -- its been a while, but he knows what he's doing. Sinking down further, inch by inch, making a low pleased sound that Gustasve would be able to feel rumble in his throat. He likes the taste of him, the weight of him on his tongue, the way he can feel him hot and throbbing, likes his desperation. He's been trying to get really overwhelm him this entire time, push him out of his head, away from his thoughts, make it so he can't think or do anything but feel, and feel good -- and this seems to have finally gotten them there. He'll savor it.
He winds an arm around one of Gustave's legs, hand sliding up the back of his thigh -- and not at all helping Gustave hold himself back as his hand palms roughly over his ass, pulling him closer, almost urging him to move. His other hand moves instinctively to brace himself against the metal frame through crushed and broken vines, blindly brushing against Gustave's metallic hand and immediately moving so he can cover it with his own, holding onto him. Verso breathes in, smells crushed grass and greenery and dirt, smells him and his eyes flicker open again to look up at him as he shifts slightly where he's knelt on the ground.
He pulls back. Slowly, deliberately, letting his tongue drag against him in his mouth, all the way back along the length of him until Gustave is leaving his mouth with a wet pop. One fleeting second where he'd be without that heat, without any pressure and touch, before he's pressing his tongue to him and immediately starting to swallow him down again. Faster, this time, closing his eyes again on another muffled pleased groan, finding and settling into his an easy rhythm. ]