[ Verso likes the warm weight of Gustave's hand on his stomach, likes how much the man just seems to want to keep touching him. He finds his gaze dropping briefly to the other man's stomach, not at all hiding the way his eyes drag up over the length of his body, the lean muscle of his chest, lingering over that bruise to the side of his neck, his throat, his lips. Even now, with the warm afterglow from before still pooled in his belly, he wants to chase that line with his fingers and tongue, wants to continue the work it feels like he only just barely started with learning and mapping out every heated inch of his body.
His eyes fall shut a little with a quiet half-laugh when he calls him that. He'd really, really like to be his mystérieux monsieur le pianiste, but when the dream ends, he simply isn't. Maybe this way, when he finally gathers the will to leave like he's keeps saying he should, he can stay the mystérieux monsieur le pianiste -- instead of everything else. The things that Gustave would no doubt fight him for and hate him for, if he knew. ]
It would be nice, mon chou.
[ It really would be.
He shifts, properly seated down, now -- and reaches for him again, callused fingers spreading across his shoulder, his nape. Pulling him close until he can press another kiss to his neck, mouthing over scruff, up to his ear. Warm, heated, still quietly wanting. ]
-- And what would you have us do? If you did have that chance?
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His eyes fall shut a little with a quiet half-laugh when he calls him that. He'd really, really like to be his mystérieux monsieur le pianiste, but when the dream ends, he simply isn't. Maybe this way, when he finally gathers the will to leave like he's keeps saying he should, he can stay the mystérieux monsieur le pianiste -- instead of everything else. The things that Gustave would no doubt fight him for and hate him for, if he knew. ]
It would be nice, mon chou.
[ It really would be.
He shifts, properly seated down, now -- and reaches for him again, callused fingers spreading across his shoulder, his nape. Pulling him close until he can press another kiss to his neck, mouthing over scruff, up to his ear. Warm, heated, still quietly wanting. ]
-- And what would you have us do? If you did have that chance?
[ Lie to him a little. ]