Consider him enticed, then. Gustavain follows him into the space he leaves when he pulls back from the kiss, laughing delightedly at the pursuit before kissing him again. He does pull away before it can become three, though, tugging Opal along towards the stairs and then up them.
They don't get far apart again for most of the rest of the way up, another handful of warm kisses shared whenever one or the other of them (or maybe just Gus) can't wait any longer. Everything about it feels playful, Gustavain never very far from a laugh even as his own amorous advances start to become a little more serious the further they get from the likelihood that they'll be walked in on. No one stepping out of a room is going to get an unexpected eyefull of anything, but neither of their clothes are entirely without buttons popped and ties untied before they make it up.
There are a few ladders to climb, at the end, that he does let go of Opal long enough to climb, and then they're there-- to a little space at once cozy and spartan up under the eaves. Gustavain doesn't keep many mementos or spare objects-- there's a dresser and armoire, and a little chest at the foot of the bed, but there aren't any signs that there's anything here more than a typical inn room. Still, the little space manages to somehow look lived-in all the same.
Not that Opal is given much time to explore, even if he wanted to, because now that they have nowhere else to be, Gustavain deepens the next kiss hungrily.
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Date: 2024-02-21 03:38 pm (UTC)They don't get far apart again for most of the rest of the way up, another handful of warm kisses shared whenever one or the other of them (or maybe just Gus) can't wait any longer. Everything about it feels playful, Gustavain never very far from a laugh even as his own amorous advances start to become a little more serious the further they get from the likelihood that they'll be walked in on. No one stepping out of a room is going to get an unexpected eyefull of anything, but neither of their clothes are entirely without buttons popped and ties untied before they make it up.
There are a few ladders to climb, at the end, that he does let go of Opal long enough to climb, and then they're there-- to a little space at once cozy and spartan up under the eaves. Gustavain doesn't keep many mementos or spare objects-- there's a dresser and armoire, and a little chest at the foot of the bed, but there aren't any signs that there's anything here more than a typical inn room. Still, the little space manages to somehow look lived-in all the same.
Not that Opal is given much time to explore, even if he wanted to, because now that they have nowhere else to be, Gustavain deepens the next kiss hungrily.