[ He doesn't dare uncurl his fingers from the trellis to grip Verso's hand, unsure if he can control the pressure of his metal fingers enough to keep from hurting him, but his right hand slides up along Verso's neck to the side of his head, thumb at the angle of his jaw, a tender touch despite the heat of the moment.
He's watching when Verso slides his own hand down between his legs, opening his trousers with casual ease to take himself into a curl of fingers, and it sends another wave of heat boiling through him, tightening low in his belly. The thought that Verso is doing this to him, enjoying it that much, that he's touching himself at the same time, and Gustave wants to feel it, too. Verso hard and hot and wanting in his hand, his mouth, against his body. He wants to hear the sounds the man might make, see his expression cracked open and bared.
And then, suddenly, it's all overwhelming. Too much, too fast, it feels too good and his hand is tightening against Verso's cheek. ]
Versoโ
[ He doesn't know if it's a warning or simply another helpless reflex, unable to say anything but that name that comes hard off his tongue, chased by a long, low groan and a stumbling, fraying collection of curses. ]
Putain, Versoโ my godโ
[ Everything tightening and tightening, coiling hard until his hips judder and the pleasure peaks almost painfully, punching out of him in sharp bursts, his body shaking like he's been hit with round after round of chroma shots as he comes hard into the man's mouth. He groans again, rough, as his hips jerk a last time, a dull, blooming ache following the wave of sensation as it crests through him and slowly settles again. ]
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Date: 2025-05-28 12:38 am (UTC)He's watching when Verso slides his own hand down between his legs, opening his trousers with casual ease to take himself into a curl of fingers, and it sends another wave of heat boiling through him, tightening low in his belly. The thought that Verso is doing this to him, enjoying it that much, that he's touching himself at the same time, and Gustave wants to feel it, too. Verso hard and hot and wanting in his hand, his mouth, against his body. He wants to hear the sounds the man might make, see his expression cracked open and bared.
And then, suddenly, it's all overwhelming. Too much, too fast, it feels too good and his hand is tightening against Verso's cheek. ]
Versoโ
[ He doesn't know if it's a warning or simply another helpless reflex, unable to say anything but that name that comes hard off his tongue, chased by a long, low groan and a stumbling, fraying collection of curses. ]
Putain, Versoโ my godโ
[ Everything tightening and tightening, coiling hard until his hips judder and the pleasure peaks almost painfully, punching out of him in sharp bursts, his body shaking like he's been hit with round after round of chroma shots as he comes hard into the man's mouth. He groans again, rough, as his hips jerk a last time, a dull, blooming ache following the wave of sensation as it crests through him and slowly settles again. ]