[ Verso's fingers squeeze and relax and tighten again over the back of Gustave's neck as he eases down over his body, a kiss pressed against the flat of his belly and the hint of his lips so close to him already enough to drive him a little insane. There's a moment where Verso shifts slightly against the ground, like he's trying to prop himself up a little onto his elbows so he watch him, but that thought quickly leaves his mind with that firm stroke of his hand, chased immediately by Gustave's mouth and tongue.
His head falls back against the soft grass on a low moan, and its incredible how even though Gustave isn't blanketing him with his whole body anymore he still thinks he can feel him everywhere. And he is everywhere, wet and hot around him, suction and friction flooding through him and setting his nerves on fire.
Earlier when he's sunken down onto his knees to take Gustave into his mouth, Verso had been able to feel the tension wound up in him, how he had to stop himself from immediately moving and rutting against him. Right now, especially with the way he can barely hear himself think -- Verso is less concerned with stopping himself. His fingers fist through his hair once more, instinctively pushing his head down even as he lifts his hips into that sweet slick perfect heat of his mouth. He does get some hold of himself a moment or two later, breathing heavy, grip relaxing to card lightly through the strands almost in brief apology, but that thought can't last long in his mind either, not with Gustave's tongue and hand and mouth still on him.
Again, his fingers relax and then tighten, finding their grip just against the nape of his neck, but instead of forcing him down he's just working with the rhythm that Gustave finds, urging him up, urging him down. His body arches as he rocks his hips into his mouth, body arching along with it. He's already so close, Gustave already driven him there as he'd managed to finally lock him down into the hear and now and away from thoughts of the past or future. and it shows in how the rhythm of his movements starts to quicken and quicken. ]
Gustave -- [ His name, again. Verso's beginning to love how it feels falling from his lips. Its in part a warning, in part just the first thing to come to mind to say, and it does seem like he was going to have more words to follow, but they die and vanish in his throat. Instead he urges his head down again, hips shuddering and snapping up into that slick heat, an almost violent shudder running through his spine as he comes. ]
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Date: 2025-05-28 08:51 pm (UTC)His head falls back against the soft grass on a low moan, and its incredible how even though Gustave isn't blanketing him with his whole body anymore he still thinks he can feel him everywhere. And he is everywhere, wet and hot around him, suction and friction flooding through him and setting his nerves on fire.
Earlier when he's sunken down onto his knees to take Gustave into his mouth, Verso had been able to feel the tension wound up in him, how he had to stop himself from immediately moving and rutting against him. Right now, especially with the way he can barely hear himself think -- Verso is less concerned with stopping himself. His fingers fist through his hair once more, instinctively pushing his head down even as he lifts his hips into that sweet slick perfect heat of his mouth. He does get some hold of himself a moment or two later, breathing heavy, grip relaxing to card lightly through the strands almost in brief apology, but that thought can't last long in his mind either, not with Gustave's tongue and hand and mouth still on him.
Again, his fingers relax and then tighten, finding their grip just against the nape of his neck, but instead of forcing him down he's just working with the rhythm that Gustave finds, urging him up, urging him down. His body arches as he rocks his hips into his mouth, body arching along with it. He's already so close, Gustave already driven him there as he'd managed to finally lock him down into the hear and now and away from thoughts of the past or future. and it shows in how the rhythm of his movements starts to quicken and quicken. ]
Gustave -- [ His name, again. Verso's beginning to love how it feels falling from his lips. Its in part a warning, in part just the first thing to come to mind to say, and it does seem like he was going to have more words to follow, but they die and vanish in his throat. Instead he urges his head down again, hips shuddering and snapping up into that slick heat, an almost violent shudder running through his spine as he comes. ]