[ Perhaps he could be. Perhaps for just a few stolen moments, he simply be a man who offers flowers in exchange for beauty instead of in acknowledgment of grief. All his responsibilities set aside, just for a little while; a few moments where he doesn't worry over the stability of the Shield Dome or find his mind unable to move on from some small incorrectly calibrated detail of the Lumina Converter he's banking all his hopes for his own Expedition on. Right now, he isn't a young man trying to be the head of his family, or a mentor to his apprentices, or a guardian to Maelle, caught between brother and father and never quite sure which he ought to be more, which she needs more. Perhaps, for one afternoon, he can pretend he's like one of those who cherish life and enjoy it to the fullest extent over the harsh realities of grief and duty.
Verso shifts back, sprawled against the edge of a raised bed, looking like a dream of desire with his shirt awry, baring the expanse of a pale, perfect chest and his trousers hanging loose on his hips. Sunlight pours down over him like molten gold, kissing the white streaks in his hair and tracing loving fingers over his skin, and beautiful doesn't even seem like enough for the way he looks, open and inviting and half debauched already.
Gustave shifts, too, moving forward to brace himself on the wooden edge of the flower bed with his metal left hand as Verso trails his mouth over his neck, meeting those heavy, half-lidded eyes so full of promise and desire with his own intent and flickering with heat. Verso's hands start working at the buttons of his shirt and Gustave lets him, bending his head to catch the man's mouth with his again, harder now and deeper as he works his own hand lower, caressing soft, heavy pouches of skin, cradling him in his palm as he traces the pad of a finger in a firm, deliberate line between the man's legs.
It's been a while since he's done any of this to anyone but himself, but he has never been anything but dedicated and intent in his work, focused on every small detail. He listens to the way Verso breathes, the sounds he makes, and focuses on the way he moves, when he moves into Gustave's hand, wanting more, or not, and adjusts accordingly, hand moving with him, running back up to curl fingers around him again in a firm caress, following the rise and fall of his hips, never letting him escape sensation for even a second. He wants to surround him with it, like he's sinking into a warm bath, fill Verso's whole world, just for these moments, with him alone. ]
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Verso shifts back, sprawled against the edge of a raised bed, looking like a dream of desire with his shirt awry, baring the expanse of a pale, perfect chest and his trousers hanging loose on his hips. Sunlight pours down over him like molten gold, kissing the white streaks in his hair and tracing loving fingers over his skin, and beautiful doesn't even seem like enough for the way he looks, open and inviting and half debauched already.
Gustave shifts, too, moving forward to brace himself on the wooden edge of the flower bed with his metal left hand as Verso trails his mouth over his neck, meeting those heavy, half-lidded eyes so full of promise and desire with his own intent and flickering with heat. Verso's hands start working at the buttons of his shirt and Gustave lets him, bending his head to catch the man's mouth with his again, harder now and deeper as he works his own hand lower, caressing soft, heavy pouches of skin, cradling him in his palm as he traces the pad of a finger in a firm, deliberate line between the man's legs.
It's been a while since he's done any of this to anyone but himself, but he has never been anything but dedicated and intent in his work, focused on every small detail. He listens to the way Verso breathes, the sounds he makes, and focuses on the way he moves, when he moves into Gustave's hand, wanting more, or not, and adjusts accordingly, hand moving with him, running back up to curl fingers around him again in a firm caress, following the rise and fall of his hips, never letting him escape sensation for even a second. He wants to surround him with it, like he's sinking into a warm bath, fill Verso's whole world, just for these moments, with him alone. ]