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Chuu-Chuu Chamber | Kaname Date & Gustave
Welcome to the Chuu-Chuu Chamber!
The crew lets you into a dim bedroom, the ambient sound of a rowdy tavern muffled by the rugs scattered across the ground. Outside of the decor, there's also a large timer on the wall... looking somewhat out of place among the oil lamps and such. Very retro in the medieval sense.
The timer starts at 5 minutes, and the crew will helpfully inform both of you that unless you start kissing, getting handsy, so and so forth before your time is up... you'll be kicked out of the room!
If you do, you'll find, the timer then starts over -- at 4 minutes!
Then 3.
Then 2...
And so on and so forth, until there isn't any time at all between activities. Better get busy!
The crew lets you into a dim bedroom, the ambient sound of a rowdy tavern muffled by the rugs scattered across the ground. Outside of the decor, there's also a large timer on the wall... looking somewhat out of place among the oil lamps and such. Very retro in the medieval sense.
The timer starts at 5 minutes, and the crew will helpfully inform both of you that unless you start kissing, getting handsy, so and so forth before your time is up... you'll be kicked out of the room!
If you do, you'll find, the timer then starts over -- at 4 minutes!
Then 3.
Then 2...
And so on and so forth, until there isn't any time at all between activities. Better get busy!
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Date sighs quietly, his eye closing as he leans into Gustave's touch. He's still the same man in a way, isn't he? Gustave says as much. You've been Kaname Date the entire time. He has, he has, that's who he wants to be. Boss was right to take him, to name him, to give him a new life. And that's the life he wants to live, the man he wants to be.
This man is also the one who holds such deep affection for Gustave. The face might be different but the expression is familiar as he opens his eye again and looks back at Gustave, raw affection on his face as he looks back at him. Make your wish he also says and Date isn't sure yet, isn't as confident. Can he really do that? He needs to make sure Gustave is okay first, that he's safe and they have a way to send him back home.
His face hand lifts up to curl fingers around Gustave's wrist and he turns his head, pressing a kiss to Gustave's palm before looking back at him. ]
Thank you. [ For the acceptance, for not rejecting him. ] I still... want to be sure first but if we don't need it, I'll use it.
[ Simple as that. Gustave is still his priority and they'll figure this out together. ]
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Well. You're still pretty either way, I promise.
[ Gustave gives him a wry smile, almost apologetic, and tilts his head a little, hoping he can force himself back into feeling more normal. Grab a wisp of the confidence Date seems to have that things will work out. The fear is still roiling in his gut, but he can't deny that getting his worries out into the open, sharing them with his -- whatever Date is to him, has made him feel better, even if they haven't disappeared entirely. He keeps his hand to Date's cheek, smoothing it over the new (old) skin as Date leans into his touch, cautiously curious, exploratory. There's nobody that looks like him anymore in Lumière. And there's something a little exciting, too, about knowing this is the deepest part of him, the one he kept hinting that he'd give to Gustave as long as nobody else could see. ]
... Is it really all right for you to tell me all this?
[ it's a bit late now, obviously, but still - he can't help wondering. Does Mizuki even know he looks like this? Does anyone? His brow knits together in concern again - and then he proceeds to nearly jump out of his skin as the timer ticking down behind them blares a warning tone. Thirty seconds. ]
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Oh, no, probably not. [ He laughs, a little wry. ] Boss will kill me, but I wasn't going to lie to you.
[ He's going to tuck his mask into his pocket now, a show of acceptance that he doesn't put it back on right away even though he's already finished sharing the truth. But it's so he can reach out with both hands and cup Gustave's face, leaning in closer. ]
Can I kiss you? Like this. [ . . . ] You already said I'm pretty, so no takebacks.
[ Hehe. He jokes but there's also a hint of worry in his expression. He's still thinking about the stress Gustave is under, the uncertainty of their future, the comfort Gustave needs and Date wants to give. So his voice is a little quieter as he says, ]
I just... want a bit more time with you, like this.
[ Alone. Truly alone for the first time in weeks. If they kiss, the timer resets for a little bit, and they have more time to talk or just... be together for a bit longer. ]
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You - you better? I mean, the clock...
[ he glances over at it in a weak gesture, but he doesn't even finish his sentence as Date takes his face in his hands. Fuck the clock, honestly. He inhales sharply, leans in and presses his lips against Date's, careful like it's the first time again - because it kind of is, in a weird way. He feels different. But he's not different. He still has Date's scent, his taste, though the way they fit together has changed...
There's a palpable tension beneath Gustave's skin this time - that's changed, too, the undercurrent of anxiety pulling him taut like a bow, a faint hint of desperation seeping into his touch. He's looking for escape - and, as he'd said, Date is all he has left. It's easier to pour all his attention here, into this moment, into Date, than spend more of it ruminating on what's to come, whether or not this is the end. There's a yearning there. ]
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It really does boil down to how sweet Gustave is, how kind. He's got a bumbling sort of earnestness that Date can't help but want to watch and cherish. Every time he sees him interact with the others, or the quiet moments where Gustave doesn't think anyone's watching him, or even the moments he knows Date is watching and gets so flustered... It's all enough to get Date to want to chase after him, like a dog with a bone. He's so smitten it's ridiculous, and maybe he needed that. Maybe he was desperate for some spark in his heart that gave him a reason to be like this again, to be so doting and romantic. And Gustave just happened to be the right kind of kindling.
Even now as they kiss, as he feels Gustave's anxious desperation in his touch, it only makes Date want to pour himself into the kiss and soothe Gustave that way. So, he does. His hand slides to curl against the side of Gustave's neck, thumb pressed under his ear while his other arm drops down to loop around Gustave's waist and pull him flush against him. He kisses him with deep affection, tilting his head, deepening the kiss and when he breathes in through his nose, he kisses Gustave with all he's got. If Gustave needs escape, needs comfort, needs security, then Date will provide it. That's all he wants to be for Gustave. ]
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He needs that wish. Gustave's well convinced. He follows his movements, pressing up close when Date draws him in, splaying his hands across his back and matching the angle of his jaw when he turns his head, parting his lips to chase Date's tongue when he moves in deeper. Date's a hell of a kisser, just like he had been that first week, and Gustave can only clumsily try to keep up. He lets it go until his lungs are burning and his heart is pounding in his ears and tomorrow is the last thing on his mind because there's no room for thoughts of anything but kissing Date, so devoted, so deserving. ]
Date, [ he breathes after he gasps for air, then seems to reconsider. ] Kaname?
[ that's his first name, isn't it? They abandoned all that in Lumiere when the population shrank too much, but he knows the difference; he wants to call him by whatever name is closest to him as he presses another clumsy kiss to the edge of his mouth, then the junction where his neck meets his jaw, sharper and more angular than he remembers. He thinks suddenly that he gets why some people stay inside on the day of the Gommage. ]
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And then Gustave calls him Kaname and he almost wants to laugh. They're such a far cry away from Date trying to be chill and suggesting that Gustave call him Kaname in the kitchen that first day, simply because Gustave was hot. This is different. This is more meaningful and a shiver runs down Date's spine as he feels Gustave's mouth on his skin, his jaw. He's about to have a hard time keeping it together, the familiar mix of arousal and adrenaline running through his body but not because of something as simple as a picture of boobs. But instead, something more real, more tangible, someone he feels so much for. ]
H-ha... hahaha... Gustave. Call me that again.
[ But first, another kiss, just as desperate and needy as before. He lets go of Gustave's middle to clutch his face with both hands and kiss him hard, eager, tongue and all, and when it finally breaks with a string of spit connecting them together — Date just grins. ]
I want to hear you say my name.
[ Fingers comb through Gustave's hair, touch tender as he looks back at him with such aching fondness. What a whirlwind this has been but god, he can't imagine his feelings doing anything but deepening going forward. ]
gustave "better than a picture of boobs" lastname
Look at him grinning. He couldn't push him away if he wanted to. ]
Kaname. [ he gives him that crooked smile of his, squeezing him closer until there's not an inch of space between their bodies, chest to chest. The fingers in his hair make his skin shiver. ] Just once?
[ it's a gentle bait. If he was with a woman, he knows what he'd do next, but -- well, he's out of his depth here, so he settles for nuzzling his nose into Date's while he runs his hands down his sides, still gentle as can be despite the shift in mood. They'll figure it out. It's got to be easier than saving his life, and they already committed to figuring that out, right? ]
HIGH praise ok
He's had sex with a guy before, but he hasn't dated one and it's been a long time. But he could say that for his experience with women too, Hitomi was his last serious... anything and they haven't done anything beyond some flirting since everything was resolved between them. Really, for all his talk of pornography and all his frequenting of cabaret clubs, he really hasn't had sex in a long time. There's a reason Boss made him go on a dating show. Though he doubts she expected him to actually find someone on it.
Still, he is eager and he has watched a plethora of gay porn so he's pretty confident he knows what to do. They don't even have to go all the way, but he wants to make Gustave feel good, no matter which way that happens. He's half-tempted to scoop Gustave up and carry him to the bed, which might be too much and way too overeager, he realizes. So, when he pulls away from the kiss, he's going to take Gustave's hand in his own, lifting it up to press his lips to Gustave's knuckles again before he leads him over to the bed. See, he can be normal sometimes. Even if his thoughts are very actively not normal at this moment.
He'll sit on the edge of the bed then, looking up at Gustave with an eager, easy smile on his face. His other hand reaches up to take Gustave's other hand in his and he tugs him closer, squeezing both hands gently. ]
Come here.
[ Either sit next to him or — well, he wouldn't mind a lapful of Gustave either. ]
he'll take it...
Right. The bed. Here's where he'd like to be suave and confident, but alas, he is instead only Gustave. At least the sense of awkwardness is much preferable to the sense of impending doom from before. "Come here," Date says, and he's left with several options on how to make his approach, one of which involves kneeling down and not getting on the bed at all, but he ultimately lets Date take him by the hands and pull him over until he's standing in front of him, at which point he puts a knee on the mattress beside the other man's hip and slips his hands free so that he can shrug off his jacket. ]
Um. Just so you know, I haven't... done this with a man. So...
[ god. this is so unsexy. he blew all his sexy points from a second ago. Gustave tugs his tie loose, then sets his hands on Date's shoulders, then wonders if he should take his prosthetic off, then decides he might still need it, then leans down towards Date, in that order, halfway into his lap, halfway contemplating pushing him down into the sheets. ]
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His eyes widen just a fraction when the tie is pulled loose and then there are hands on his shoulders and Date is torn between the deeply feral urge to just drag Gustave down and kiss him stupid and the more polite slow build to make things more comfortable for him. He isn't surprised by the admission, considering what he knows of Gustave's history and the place he comes from. He has questions about it, of course — in a society like his, were people more judgmental of homosexuality because the lack of bearing children? Or were they more open to surrogates as a result? Things that are probably embarrassing to ask right now when they're about to screw each other though. ]
It's okay. I know how — and it doesn't have to be that complicated either. We could just... kiss... and touch. Keep it simple for now.
[ He wouldn't mind getting his hands on Gustave's dick and jerking him off until he was a puddle. That would be immensely satisfying for Date. He just wants to make Gustave feel good, in any which way he can do it. And so, as Gustave leans down towards him, he'll grasp the front of his suit to tug him in further and press their lips together again. Any time he's not kissing Gustave is time wasted, really.
And if Gustave will allow it, he'll even pull him the rest of the way forward, into his lap fully so he can start running his hands over his body and, well, basically feeling him up as they kiss. ]
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he kinda figured Date would be more familiar, considering his peerless confidence thus far expressing any sort of physical affection towards him. That's good? It's probably good. Gustave trusts him enough now that he's not worried he's going to suddenly try and sniff his feet or something. Trusts him enough, in fact, to let Date pull him down to both his lips and his lap. It's not like he doesn't know how two men can make love, he just hasn't personally tried it! That's what he might reply with if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied and if he didn't have the good sense to know that now isn't the time to defend his worldly knowledge.
Touching and kissing is a good start, though. Gustave hums his approval into the kiss - both of Date's words and his roaming hands. He is, perhaps, more fit than one would expect an engineer to be: slim but firm beneath his clothes, with wiry muscles derived from his years of learning how to fight and his recent actual experience being an Expeditioner. ]
Tell me what you want?
[ the question is low and earnest, murmured against Date's lips; his own hands wander up into Date's hair, seeing if they can find some way to pry loose the bun it's always tied into. He's curious, even if it won't be falling around the face he knows. ]
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And when Gustave murmurs that against his lips, Date's gut aches with arousal as he leans up to breathe him in. His hands are settled at the moment, one on the small of Gustave's back, the other sliding lower to grope at his backside and he laughs a little, flustered and wanting. ]
You. All of you. I want to kiss you, to touch you. Let me put my mouth all over you, Gustave.
[ He'll lower his head, pressing his lips to Gustave's neck. He kisses, firm, with a hint of a bite, as Gustave is able to pull the hair tie from his hair and leave it loose around his head now. As he continues mouthing at Gustave's throat, he'll drag him in more properly against him, so he can rock his hips up towards him and show Gustave exactly the reaction his body is having to him — leaving him right now, half hard in his pants. ]
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Hell. All this, for him? Really? He hasn't even done anything yet. ]
That's -- okay, [ he laughs breathily, carding his fingers through Date's long hair and trying not to let all the kissing and squeezing distract him too much. ] That seems a little unbalanced? You don't want me to...?
[ he trails off, but lets his hand fill in the rest, dropping from his undone hair to slip underneath Date's suit jacket, thumb hooking into Date's belt. Yeah, maybe he hasn't been with a guy before, but the good news is that he has a decent idea of what they want, on account of being one himself. If he's already at half mast, he's probably begging to be touched. Unless Date really is just so into him that touching him is enough. The thought makes him a little light-headed. ]
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He pulls away from his throat then, nuzzling his skin and the juncture between his neck and shoulder. His voice comes out a little breathy then. ]
Yeah, I — yeah. I want you to touch me. Just don't make fun of me if I get too excited.
[ He means it as a joke but it comes out a little more sincere than he wants it to, but he follows it with a bit of a laugh and a bite to Gustave's throat. He sucks on the skin then, eager, as his hands start to tug at Gustave's shirt to pull it out of his waistband. He wants to slide his hands under, to touch bare skin and when he does, he aches even more to put his mouth on Gustave.
He'll only pull his hands back to shrug off his suit jacket and pull at his own tie, pulling back to look up at Gustave with an eager gaze as he undresses. ]
Take off your shirt too.
[ He'll request, an actual request this time instead of just open ended desire. He'll tug his shirt out from where it's tucked away inside his pants and start to unbutton it, but his gaze is fixed on Gustave the whole time, fingers clumsy at his buttons as a result. Date's body is toned but lithe. An active body for someone who fights often and is used to physical labor, but not sculpted in the way someone who works out regularly would be. ]
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[ he's already taking this all as one enormous compliment - that Date is so crazy for him that he can't stop his hands and mouth from roving everywhere as soon as he's upon him. That he's groaning just at the suggestion that Gustave will touch him. It's liable to go straight to his head, like many of the things Date does. If he were slightly more wicked, he'd press his advantage here, push Date down into the covers and tease him until he snaps, but, alas, Gustave is too sweet to act on that impulse. He just wants to figure this out and make him happy. (That doesn't mean he doesn't think about it, though. He likes to think he's good at taking charge when the moment calls for it...)
It's slightly embarrassing to have Date staring at him so hungrily while he undoes all his layers, especially when Date is so obviously distracted by him that he's barely managing his own. He unbuttons his vest and dress shirt with more nervousness than sexiness, peeling them off and dumping them unceremoniously on top of his jacket before settling back onto Date's thighs. Their physiques aren't dissimilar, save for Gustave being a little fuzzy; his skin is flushed from all Date's ministrations, and red near the point where his prosthetic arm is affixed to his body. Getting looked at so much is embarrassing, so he hides his face with Date's, leaning in to kiss him again as he sets his hands on his chest, then sweeping over his sides, fingers kneading inquisitively against all that newly-revealed flesh. Inevitably, they reach his waistband again; tentatively, Gustave lets his non-mechanical hand slip between them, curiously pressing against the hard outline in his pants.
He's never done this before. It's rewarding to feel so plainly the evidence of his effects on Date. Exciting, even. Even though Date told him he wanted to touch him all over first and foremost, Gustave can't help but gently squeeze him through the fabric, incited by his eagerness and the heat of his bare chest against his own. ]
Kaname...
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It leaves them both topless around the same time and Date's gaze is hungry as Gustave is revealed to him. Then he's being kissed, distracted, but he doesn't mind it and kisses back eagerly. His fingers touch against Gustave's cheek gently as he feels Gustave's hands wander along his body. It gets him hot, the touch, the kiss, all of it, and he's chasing after Gustave's tongue to kiss him even more deeply.
It means as well that he's not expecting it when Gustave's hand slips into his pants and he groans helplessly, immediately, when he feels the pressure of his hand against his very sensitive cock. His hips buck slightly and he pulls away from the kiss to pant softly against Gustave's lips, his eyes falling closed. The gentle squeeze makes him grit his teeth before he opens his eye again to look up at Gustave, arousal all over his face. ]
Gustave... ah...
[ His hand, the one that was touching fingertips to Gustave's cheek, slides down to curl against the back of his neck and hold Gustave close. His other hand slides over his chest, squeezing at his pec as he leans in to nuzzle his nose against Gustave's.
His thoughts are — well, definitely not something to be shared in polite company. All he can think about right now is Gustave, Gustave naked, the two of them tangled together, kissing, touching, everything. He wants more of Gustave's hand on his cock, wants to drag him down into this bed and never let him out. He wants to make sure that even though this is Gustave's first time with a man, he never wants anyone but Date ever again. (Which is an absurd thought to have right now, but he can't help the lick of possessiveness in this moment.)
It's what leaves him letting out a breathless kind of laugh and a smile as he steals a quick kiss from Gustave, grinning stupidly against his lips. ]
My Gustave. Mine. You get me so hard. Come on, baby, touch me some more.
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Avec plaisir, mon chaton. Lay down?
[ because this position makes touching him properly somewhat awkward, and Gustave's suddenly all in on doing so. The uncertainty he'd had a moment ago is ebbing away, slowly being replaced by more confidence, a thrill from Date's reactions that runs right down his spine and through his veins, heated and heavy. Gustave gently pushes at his shoulder, urging him backwards to the sheets, hoping the overlapping joints of his mechanical hand don't catch Date's skin; he could use his other hand, but it's busy feeling out the shape of his cock through his underwear in a manner that might be considered soothing if it was any other body part.
Yeah. Maybe he could get used to being his Gustave. ]
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So, that's also why he's able to lay down. Difficult to pull away because he wants to touch him, yet easy to give in to Gustave's request. He'll shuffle back, laying down and reaching up to let his hand catch around the wrist of the mechanical hand, feeling the cool metal against the heated skin of his chest and biting his lip for a moment. Ah... that's really nice. As he lays down fully, he lets his legs fall apart, spreading them for Gustave to touch him as he wants. It makes it clear that Date is definitely aroused and, well, well-endowed. He'll reach down his hands then to unbuckle the belt, unzip the fly, pushing his pants down around his thighs and leaving himself in his briefs.
He really wants to kiss Gustave though and there's an ache in him about it. He'll lift both hands then, reaching out to make grabby hands at Gustave, grinning kind of stupidly at him in response. ]
Come here. I need to kiss you.
almost tagged him with messmer.......... how to lose your pp very fast
Is Date... hot? Can that be so? He's been firmly cute up until now, but that look is something else entirely. To say nothing of the heavy outline between his legs that Gustave's traced. That is not cute. It's intimidating, actually, but in a sort of... pleasant way that makes his nerves alight. The line between fear and anticipation is a blurry one. (No way will that fit, right? But also -- again, all worked up like that for him? They'll figure it out, they'll figure it out...)
Gustave is briefly distracted, chest rising with a few breaths as he stares down at Date, before he arches over him to kiss him as requested, open-mouthed and a little messier than before. ]
You -- you're so...
[ he doesn't even know what he's going to say, but it doesn't really come out. The hand not braced on Date's chest stills over his briefs, fingers itching towards the band. ]
Can I...?
so true. poor messmer............... he doesn't deserve date's antics
So, he laughs when Gustave can't finish his sentence, fingers clutching his hair tighter and a quick kiss smeared onto his lips. God, this man is absolutely perfect. ]
Yeah, please.
[ He drags Gustave down into another kiss, still just as messy and open-mouthed as before. His hand clutches Gustave's hair to hold him close while the other slides over his chest, his fingers sliding over a nipple and thumbing at it a bit as he waits for Gustave to touch him, for the feeling of Gustave's warm hand wrapped around his length. And breathless and aching, he can't help but still praise Gustave, murmuring against his lips. ]
You're amazing. So, so, so good.
he would not stand for them
He'll just have to look by touching - which he does, his curiosity sharpened now by want, hand feathering briefly along the length of his cock until his fingers find its base, wrap around it. It feels searing hot under his touch, and even hotter as he pulls upwards in a singular careful stroke, running his thumb over the head. ]
Yeah...?
[ Not the most elegant response, but about as much as he can muster, eager to please. He probably should have spit in his hand or something, he thinks, bleary and belated -- but no, that's kind of gross and disrespectful... despite the fact that they are very much swapping enough spit elsewhere at the moment. It's the principle of the thing. Date deserves better! Maybe, he thinks sordidly, he will get on his knees next time to avoid this issue.
He's planning a next time, now, without even realizing. He wants to live. For everything, and for this. ]
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He really, truly wants this to continue into the future as well. When he looks at Gustave right now, it's with lust and affection combined. Watching his red lips, his flushed face, the way he breathes a little roughly just like Date. His affection is near overwhelming and he's so happy to fall into Gustave and tangle their bodies together like this. ]
Yeah.
[ He grins again, lopsided and sincere as he captures Gustave's mouth in another kiss. His fingers still clutch his hair, his other hand moves to brace against Gustave's shoulder and he makes a soft noise of want into his mouth. Who'd have thought they'd end up here after three weeks? But Date's heart is full of such sweet affection and he wants nothing more than to show it — physically — to Gustave. ]
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The bulge straining up against the fabric of his pants is difficult not to notice at a glance; Gustave is ignoring it anyway, fully focused on Date. He always gets like this, in work and in bed alike. Date encourages him, so he keeps going, hoping his hand isn't too rough and he's not too amateur as he pumps along Date's length. Gustave's trying to be careful and gentle, as he often is, but his easy, deliberate pace might accidentally feel more like teasing. Oops.
He's trying his best. Date's so happy, so soft and hot and real beneath him; he swallows up that noise of want, hopes he can hear more, and shifts his posture a little so he doesn't lean all his weight on Date, bracing his arm against the sheets by his head, instead. He's always saying he wants to take care of Gustave - the least Gustave can do is return the favor, and at the moment, that's his only aim. ]
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You can go faster, and a little harder too.
[ And at the same time, he's going to drop one of his arms between them, sliding it across Gustave's chest (and very much enjoying the smattering of chest hair there) before lower, when he gets to the front of Gustave's pants. He's not in a place where he can undo the pants to get to Gustave but he does cup him through the fabric, squeezing lightly. Then he presses a kiss to Gustave's cheek before murmuring. ]
Or — we stop for a moment and I get to see what's under here, huh?
[ Then they'll both strip down and get these pesky clothes out of the way so they can get even more wrapped up in each other. ]
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