And so is the way his eyes roll up to the ceiling as a jolt of pleasure zips down his spine. Gladio has never been called anything remotely feminine in his life, let alone in the bedroom, but he's been playing the part fairly well tonight and it seems Ravus has no qualms about letting their costumes direct some of their evening's fun.
He doesn't resist the forceful spreading of his legs, going so far as to hook one over an armrest before letting his head loll back when his cock finally springs free of its satiny prison. The TA's mouth feels amazing and another muffled moan escapes Gladio's throat.
Tentatively, as he sucks in a harsh breath at the feel of his sac getting gently massaged, he threads the thick fingers of one hand through Ravus' hair and allows himself a small smile - it's exactly as soft as he imagined it would be. Gladio gives a few shallow thrusts into the hot cavern surrounding him, experimenting with how much of his cock Ravus can handle.
Fuck, he's been so turned on since Ravus sat in his lap he's worried he might not last long. Especially with Ravus' mouth working him so well. And since he's focusing mostly on not swallowing the wine and on not choking, Gladio can't spare too much thought on controlling his orgasm.
But will Ravus stay after he swallows? Will he fuck Gladio open like the whore he resembles?
Shit just the thought of that makes him keen, fingers tightening in silvery hair.]
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And so is the way his eyes roll up to the ceiling as a jolt of pleasure zips down his spine. Gladio has never been called anything remotely feminine in his life, let alone in the bedroom, but he's been playing the part fairly well tonight and it seems Ravus has no qualms about letting their costumes direct some of their evening's fun.
He doesn't resist the forceful spreading of his legs, going so far as to hook one over an armrest before letting his head loll back when his cock finally springs free of its satiny prison. The TA's mouth feels amazing and another muffled moan escapes Gladio's throat.
Tentatively, as he sucks in a harsh breath at the feel of his sac getting gently massaged, he threads the thick fingers of one hand through Ravus' hair and allows himself a small smile - it's exactly as soft as he imagined it would be. Gladio gives a few shallow thrusts into the hot cavern surrounding him, experimenting with how much of his cock Ravus can handle.
Fuck, he's been so turned on since Ravus sat in his lap he's worried he might not last long. Especially with Ravus' mouth working him so well. And since he's focusing mostly on not swallowing the wine and on not choking, Gladio can't spare too much thought on controlling his orgasm.
But will Ravus stay after he swallows? Will he fuck Gladio open like the whore he resembles?
Shit just the thought of that makes him keen, fingers tightening in silvery hair.]