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[superniceone]

"Wait till you see me juggle with it," Gustave says, but Verso makes it easy to mirror his softness. He rucks up the front of his shirt with open interest and curiosity, skimming his hand over his bared stomach. "You know I wasn't joking when I called you obnoxiously attractive, right?" It's not often that he finds men this appealing. Maybe it's the imminent doom - that certainly couldn't hurt.

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It's definitely the imminent doom, but pretty much everyone Verso has ever been with had imminent doom hanging over them, so Gustave's in good company. Dead company, but good company.

"I get the sense you just wanted to say obnoxious." Which would be true, although he's still only teasing. A jacket seems like tribute enough, so he flattens his palm against Gustave's stomach and slides it underneath his waistband, deliberately casual, like he does it every day. "You aren't half-bad yourself."

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Gustave gives him an amused look at the statements, but doesn't refute either of them. He's a little too distracted, even if he'd wanted to, his stomach going tense beneath his hand in - not anxiety. Anticipation. God, he has no idea if he should have drunk more or less at this point.

"And this is you teaching me, is it?" He's actually embarrassed by how much just the sight of this is doing for him.

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Better that Gustave didn't seek out Lune or Sciel; he was right, the atmosphere of having someone stick their hand down his pants on the ground is lacking. Gustave seems to be enjoying it all the same if the way his muscles jump is any indication, and Verso's emboldened to skim his touch lower to see just how much he's enjoying it. His fingers are littered with piano calluses, but they're gentle.

He senses— maybe not nervousness, but nerves in some form. (Then again, Gustave is eternally a bundle of nerves, so this is nothing new.) In an attempt to make Gustave laugh, he says, "You can call me Professor if you like."

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It succeeds: Gustave snorts a laugh, but only after a particularly sharp inhale of breath when Verso's callused hands brush much more sensitive flesh. As lacking as any atmosphere might be, Gustave's enjoyment is both obvious and undeniable, and he flusters slightly. He feels like he's being teased. He isn't sure he minds.

"Professor," he echoes, recovering and wrinkling his nose. "Didn't know this was going to be a roleplay kind of thing."

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"It could be." He could be anyone Gustave wants him to be; he's already spent his whole life filling roles he doesn't quite fit into. But the idea of playing a role on top of playing a role takes the wind out of his sails a little bit, and he's quick to move on from the suggestion, letting his hand wander so that Gustave's attention turns toward more pressing matters.

His range of motion is somewhat limited with all of Gustave's clothes still fully on, but he makes the best of it, uncertain if taking too much off might cross a line. His hands move in careful, smooth strokes, like playing a glissando. "Just relax." I am relaxed, he can practically hear Gustave say, in the least relaxed tone anyone has ever had. "I'll do all the hard work." He leans in, then, cheeky. "Just like in battle."

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"How in the world do you expect me to relax," Gustave says in the least relaxed tone anyone has ever had, bucking only the most minor of expectations. The cheekiness gets a roll of the eyes, and the way Gustave kisses him then is a faux reprimand.

It's sweet that Verso is so careful about respecting boundaries - or at least, Gustave would think that much, if he had even the slightest idea of the fact that was happening - but mostly he just thinks that he's being teased in multiple ways.

"Idiot," he whispers toothlessly, his thighs tensing pleasantly before he chases Verso's hand from his trousers - just so he can start unbuckling Verso's in turn. "We share the work in this team. Maybe you missed that memo."

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He'll totally respect all your boundaries except the boundary of wanting to stay alive. That's too far.

"Hm," he says thoughtfully, reaching to help Gustave with his belt. He wouldn't have been particularly offended if Gustave hadn't wanted to reciprocate the touch—a dying man is probably allowed to be selfish—but it's a pleasant surprise that he does. "That's not what you all said when I saved you from that Gargant."

Very unfair. Verso has decades more experience with the Nevrons, and he doesn't fear death. But he doesn't mind playing the hero; he was created with an insistent desire to die for someone, and a complete incapability of doing so.

"I have heard engineers are good with their hands." From Gustave. Like, five minutes ago.

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Verso really doesn't know Gustave at all if he thinks there's a world where Gustave wouldn't basically need to reciprocate to really enjoy himself at all in the first place.

"That's what you want to talk about right now?" Gustave's head is tilted slightly down, his eyes cut up to Verso for just a moment. "You want to have a discussion about that fight with the Gargant, right at this exact moment?"

Because he is clumsily trying to shuck the loosened pants of Verso's uniform (outfit? costume??) down enough that he doesn't need to go fishing inside to reach him.

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Gustave is a little more bold than Verso gave him credit for; he did, he supposes, sign up for a glorified suicide mission. Pulling down some random guy's pants in the woods probably doesn't compare in terms of bravery.

In case it wasn't obvious that he's been enjoying himself, too, it is now. It always feels good to be around someone who doesn't have a mountain of preconceived expectations for him, and Gustave is— fun, surprisingly, for someone who's worried almost every minute of every day. And not half-bad to look at, definitely.

It's fair now, he thinks, to tug Gustave's trousers down as well. So he does, an insistent little pull at the waistband to encourage Gustave to lift up and help. "What Gargant?"

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Gustave doesn't mean to laugh at that; it just bubbles out in a way that surprises him, and he lifts his hips enough to make the job a little easier.

"Good answer," he grins, and - god, this is weird. He wants to look at him, study this body that is so very unlike any one he's been intimate with before, but that feels like too intense an ask even for him. No, this was meant to be quick and messy by design - strictly mutual stress release.

But that won't stop him from taking hold of Verso with his flesh and blood hand, watching his face with the focus of a scientist as he strokes him experimentally.

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This isn't his first tryst with an expeditioner by any means, but it has been— a while since anyone has touched him like this, and his body reacts accordingly, over a hundred and yet still very much twenty six. He can admit that he finds Gustave, yes, objectively good-looking but not particularly sexy in manner, but there's something about the analytical look on his face while he does impolite things to Verso that does, in fact, do it for him.

It isn't that he thought he wouldn't enjoy this—it's a quick release of happy hormones, and from a purely pragmatic standpoint he could use the endorphin rush—but he hadn't expected to be particularly surprised or wowed by Gustave. It's nice to be wrong.

He inhales. "You're a quick study," he says, as sincere as someone like him can be. Should've figured, honestly. Gustave's brain is probably the only thing that works faster than his mouth. He wraps his fingers around Gustave's erection the same way he did Verso's, exploratory more like a musician idly seeing what sounds the plucking of a string will make rather than any science. Not at all complaining, he murmurs, "You look like you're going to put me under a microscope."

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Gustave hums in open appreciation at the touch, his own hand stalling just briefly, distracted by the sensation. It's been a while for him as well, though it's both possible and also likely that his metric for measuring time that way is just on a different scale than Verso's entirely.

"Scientists are all about the pursuit of-" He inhales a little shallowly. "... novel experiences." It is increasingly difficult to care about banter, and he clears his throat, releasing him so he can make a gentle attempt to roll them both onto their sides. He follows with a murmur of his own, spoken like it's so obvious it barely merits saying: "I want to figure out what you like."

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Gustave definitely doesn't have much experience in casual encounters, Verso determines; that's too sweet a sentiment for what is typically meant to be a rather selfish affair. He decides not to correct him, because, well. He's selfish, and there is not an overabundance of sweetness in his life.

"Not stinging nettles," he chides as he narrowly avoids the offending plant on his way down. This is all very clumsy and ill-conceived — he's going to be finding bits of grass in his hair all day tomorrow. For all of his efforts, he is not nearly as smooth as he would like to pretend he is, so instead of anything particularly suave, he says, "I was enjoying that. Before."

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Gustave is still at that perfect level of inebriation where he was able to clock the existence of the nettles immediately and then completely forget about them just as abruptly.

"Sorry," he says, a little flustered at himself, "guess I just got carried away." Verso keeps using Gustave's words against him; he's all too happy to do the same.

He moves his hand between them again, stroking Verso's erection to the root in a few slow, firm strokes, before his drags his palm upward - across his hip, over his waist, sliding up beneath his shirt to drag his fingers lightly across his chest. He's extremely invested in this exploration, even with color high in his cheeks from wine and arousal.

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Verso's a little more single-minded, a little more aware that they don't exactly have all night to feel each other up before A) someone comes looking for them or B) they really do get attacked by a Nevron, even though he can appreciate the wonderment at being what Gustave called a 'novel experience'. (He should probably be more offended that Gustave essentially likened this to a science experiment, but he's not.) His hand quickly finds its way down Gustave's abdomen again before he takes hold of him once more, a little firmer this time, less experimental in his touch as he starts a steady rhythm.

He'd sold himself as an expert in these matters, but the truth is that even in a hundred years he's only been in this position with a man a few times, and certainly not recently. "Do you like that?" he asks, a sort of uncharacteristic-to-him uncertainty to it.

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It's those exact moments that are going to horrify him later: not that sex, but the odd sentimentality that he keeps trying to introduce into this little no-strings arrangement. He is just, fundamentally, not used to operating without strings; it's difficult to consider sex without affection, whether or not he's even aware of it.

But then Verso's hand is on him and his breath catches in his throat. He'll probably get his answer in the way his dick actually twitches in Verso's grip, his hand moving to press flat against his sternum. "Yes. So much."

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The sincerity with which Gustave blurts out his enjoyment makes Verso smile, amused. It's not like riding a bike in any way, but it's not difficult to remember how to do this when he only has to do what might feel good to him. It comes back to him quickly, and he squeezes gently on his next downstroke, more confident with Gustave's words as encouragement.

"Good," accompanies an increase in tempo, adagio to moderato. "I like it, too."

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Gustave wants to kiss him again.

It's not that he has any sudden or complex romantic interest in Verso; there's no time, no breathing space for that kind of thing. It's just - pleasant. Warm. A cheatcode to feeling like intimacy is there.

He doesn't stop himself because he thinks Verso would mind; it just, somehow, feels like it's asking for more than Verso is already giving.

"I'm going to embarrass myself," Gustave murmurs instead, voice slightly husky as he pulls his hand from Verso's shirt to rub at his own face. He's leaking into Verso's fingers already; it's not like he's had any private time for a while.

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I'd like to see you embarrass yourself is probably not the right response here, although it is the first one that comes to mind. For embarrassing himself, it's shockingly enticing. There's a feeling of slickness on his fingers that he likes, and he swipes a thumb over the head of Gustave's erection to collect more of it. It's not an entirely new experience, but still an interesting one. One the real Verso never had, one that's just for himself.

Although Gustave is eminently bullyable, the goal here is to make him feel good, not embarrassed (unless he's into that sort of thing). "If this is embarrassing yourself, it's obnoxiously attractive," is playful but genuine all the same.

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Perhaps stamina isn't all it's cracked up to be when you're laid out in a clearing with your friends on one side of you and a neverending stream of Nevrons on the other. Maybe he's just greedy - doesn't want to give up on this little moment that they've carved out for themselves.

Gustave hasn't reacted much audibly, too rigidly in control to allow that, but the swipe against the most sensitive part of him wins a stifled noise halfway to a whimper.

And if he keeps that pace steady, it won't be too long until Gustave ruts once against his hand with a climax so abrupt that it seems to take even himself off guard. He breathes heavily for a moment, closing his eyes and just accepting the rush that comes with it. For one of the first times all night, he's got no immediate further comment.

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Well, Gustave can be wary of him all he wants, but he can't un-orgasm.

Verso slows his touch, stroking gently until Gustave's breathing seems to even out again and he stops entirely. He wipes his palm against the soft grass while Gustave's eyes are still closed, watching his face. Gustave doesn't say anything, so doesn't speak himself, hesitant to ruin any afterglow by being— well, himself.

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Gustave is expecting - something, when Verso finishes stroking him through. Gentle ribbing, awkward teasing, but it never arrives. He opens his eyes and locks them with Verso's quite accidentally, smiling crookedly at him.

"Okay, professor," he says, that warm huskiness still there in his voice. His hand moves to Verso's hip, but despite the boldness, he still seems to be waiting to confirm permission.

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Smiling is good. It means Gustave didn't just experience a diabolical level of post-nut clarity and instantly regret coming out here with a strange, not entirely trustworthy man. Verso smiles back, a mirror of Gustave's own.

"I wanted to really give the lesson time to sink in," he says as explanation for his silence, because there's no good way to explain that he thought his existence might ruin Gustave's post-orgasm bliss. To be fair, it does ruin a lot of things. "You know. Quiet reflection."

There is, inexplicably, hesitation in Gustave's touch, so he adds, "But the best way to learn is to do it yourself."

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In Gustave's defense, he has very little evidence to lead him to the conclusion that Verso's ultimate goal will lead to the nonexistence of the entire world as he knows it. If anything, the way that Verso has been remarkably gentle and patient with him has just made him a lot fonder of the guy.

"Right. That all seems sound," he says after a beat, chuckling again. There's nothing particularly funny, but he's stolen some joy from this moment, quiet and subtle and unexpectedly buoyant. He shifts in slightly to give himself better leverage, and when he begins to stroke Verso it's with that same intense study as before.

He knows it's unlikely that they'll ever be in a situation like this one again - but if they are, Gustave will is apparently aiming to have a few footnotes on how to give Verso the optimal handjob.