[As soon as Ravus commands, Gladio swallows. The wine's flavor thoroughly soaked into his tongue enough that he can still taste it after swallowing and Ravus' hoarse voice, its coarseness somehow making the accent even sexier, is a siren song to Gladio.

Before answering he wraps his legs around Ravus' waist and pulls him closer, both hands coming to grip the chainmail-like costume and tugging up to bring their lips together in a filthy kiss. Gladio's tongue laps up the cum on his TA's lips and slides it into Ravus' mouth before tangling languidly together with the other's tongue. He can still taste himself on those lips and it mingles with the wine perfectly, he thinks.

Does Ravus think so too?]

I like it any way... [The words pant breathlessly between them, Gladio pulling back just enough that their noses bump and their lips brush in a whisper-soft caress of lightning.]

Besides... good girls take it however they're given it. And I'm your good girl tonight. [Gladio keeps his voice husky, letting its airiness disguise its masculinity though not much can be done to hide its distinctive gravelly tone.

Smoldering eyes bore into Ravus, molten pools of needy desire.] How do you want me, Sir Knight?