[ Gustave can tell how strange this must be to Verso.
The way he reacts, the hesitancy, the edge of something about their intimacy strikes him, but he doesn't want to spook him by bringing it up. It feels foolish to, when they're enjoying what is happening in the here and now, with no need to rock the boat or make this more than it has to be. Gustave is too aware that he's a romantic, that he'd read too much into this if he isn't careful, but... He wants this.
He wants him.
He just - can't say it. He won't make a fool of himself again - at least not that way.
Laughing against Verso's mouth, he lets one arm wrap around him, tangling in his hair and scratching at his scalp. ]
It's odd, isn't it? [ Another slow kiss, tugging him closer. ] Not too much of a put-off, I hope?
[ A put-off. No, it's— far from a put-off. It's tickly and a little ridiculous, but it also makes him feel warm all the way up his neck. It's different. New. There's something very exciting about having a novel experience after seventy years of endless repetition. An experience that's all his. Sometimes the memories get muddled, and he can't tell what he actually did and what was Verso, but this, he can be certain, isn't a memory he stole. ]
Oh, yeah. I'm extremely offput at the moment.
[ As if demonstrating how very put off he is, his hands find their way to Gustave's belt buckle. He glances down, fingers working diligently and efficiently at it, before he stops himself mid-unclasping. ]
Have you ever— [ Well. Obviously. With him. ] Before the Expedition, [ he corrects. ...There's no non-cringe way to say this— ] Did you ever, uh, take any baths with other men?
[ Probably a question he should have asked before the first time. ]
[ That, at least, makes him laugh, a sharp little snort of a sound. ]
I'll just head back to camp, if that's the case...
[ Which is a lie. Obviously. Verso's hands are tugging at his belt, and Gustave is putty in his hands, watching and waiting for it to be his turn to reach out, to touch warm skin, to press his mouth to all those places he had been thinking about for too long. His dreams had turned obscene, and it was mortifying.
The question makes him still, though, and he laughs a little again, awkward and low as he leans closer. He'd rather whisper this into the quiet of Verso's neck, but he can make do with being close enough to kiss again. ]
I was with Sophie for, hm. A long time. I thought about it, but... [ Looming death and all. ] I didn't want to hurt anyone else. Back home, I mean - or here.
[ As if being with him and fucking him would hurt Verso, hah. ]
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The way he reacts, the hesitancy, the edge of something about their intimacy strikes him, but he doesn't want to spook him by bringing it up. It feels foolish to, when they're enjoying what is happening in the here and now, with no need to rock the boat or make this more than it has to be. Gustave is too aware that he's a romantic, that he'd read too much into this if he isn't careful, but... He wants this.
He wants him.
He just - can't say it. He won't make a fool of himself again - at least not that way.
Laughing against Verso's mouth, he lets one arm wrap around him, tangling in his hair and scratching at his scalp. ]
It's odd, isn't it? [ Another slow kiss, tugging him closer. ] Not too much of a put-off, I hope?
[walks into class 2 weeks late with yaoi porn]
Oh, yeah. I'm extremely offput at the moment.
[ As if demonstrating how very put off he is, his hands find their way to Gustave's belt buckle. He glances down, fingers working diligently and efficiently at it, before he stops himself mid-unclasping. ]
Have you ever— [ Well. Obviously. With him. ] Before the Expedition, [ he corrects. ...There's no non-cringe way to say this— ] Did you ever, uh, take any baths with other men?
[ Probably a question he should have asked before the first time. ]
relatable
I'll just head back to camp, if that's the case...
[ Which is a lie. Obviously. Verso's hands are tugging at his belt, and Gustave is putty in his hands, watching and waiting for it to be his turn to reach out, to touch warm skin, to press his mouth to all those places he had been thinking about for too long. His dreams had turned obscene, and it was mortifying.
The question makes him still, though, and he laughs a little again, awkward and low as he leans closer. He'd rather whisper this into the quiet of Verso's neck, but he can make do with being close enough to kiss again. ]
I was with Sophie for, hm. A long time. I thought about it, but... [ Looming death and all. ] I didn't want to hurt anyone else. Back home, I mean - or here.
[ As if being with him and fucking him would hurt Verso, hah. ]