Gus groaned softly into Basil’s mouth as he felt him beneath him, and everything about the other’s arousal tickled his own libido; heat spiked through him and it took every ounce of his willpower to pull his hands from his robes and pin them above his head. Something in the back of his mind reminded him that would probably frighten Basil away, that he shouldn’t take more than what the man was willing to give, so instead he curled his fingers against the ground and focused on the taste of his mouth, although there were other places he was willing to put his tongue. He also may have pressed his knee further against him too, although he’d chalk it up to accidental shifting as he was pulled closer to him.
Then fingers were working at the robes he wore because they were much less stuffy than having to wear a godawful suit all day long, and Gus, reluctantly, pulled away from him just enough to peel them from his body, balling them tightly together and tossing them somewhere near the armchair. For good measure he fumbled with the shirt underneath, although he was in too much of a rush to pull it completely from his body, choosing instead to allow it to hang open as he leaned back down toward Basil. Soft, desperate pants escaped him as he focused on staring down at the man beneath him.
His free hand came up to clutch his shirt, long fingers twisting into the fabric before he moved to dip his fingers under the hem of his shirt, watching with bated breath to see just how the brunette was going to react. His skin was warm against his fingers, and he gently thrummed them against his skin before he smirked at him, and surged forward to kiss him relentlessly. He placed his hands on either side of the man’s head again to keep his balance, to remind him to keep them to himself as they itched to reach down and test the waters, to dip beneath the hem of his pants and see just how much he wanted this too.
But then Gus pulled back slightly, choosing to gently nip Basil’s bottom lip with his teeth. A desperate neediness washed over him, and he ached endlessly the more it was fueled by pure lust; blue eyes reflected it too, sheer lust for the brunette. “Let me touch you.” He whispered. Then he pressed a soft kiss against the corner of his lips.
Then fingers were working at the robes he wore because they were much less stuffy than having to wear a godawful suit all day long, and Gus, reluctantly, pulled away from him just enough to peel them from his body, balling them tightly together and tossing them somewhere near the armchair. For good measure he fumbled with the shirt underneath, although he was in too much of a rush to pull it completely from his body, choosing instead to allow it to hang open as he leaned back down toward Basil. Soft, desperate pants escaped him as he focused on staring down at the man beneath him.
His free hand came up to clutch his shirt, long fingers twisting into the fabric before he moved to dip his fingers under the hem of his shirt, watching with bated breath to see just how the brunette was going to react. His skin was warm against his fingers, and he gently thrummed them against his skin before he smirked at him, and surged forward to kiss him relentlessly. He placed his hands on either side of the man’s head again to keep his balance, to remind him to keep them to himself as they itched to reach down and test the waters, to dip beneath the hem of his pants and see just how much he wanted this too.
But then Gus pulled back slightly, choosing to gently nip Basil’s bottom lip with his teeth. A desperate neediness washed over him, and he ached endlessly the more it was fueled by pure lust; blue eyes reflected it too, sheer lust for the brunette. “Let me touch you.” He whispered. Then he pressed a soft kiss against the corner of his lips.
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