[If Ravus doesn't expect kissing he is in for a surprise because even without speaking Gladio enjoys using his mouth to communicate, especially during sex.
He tucks himself back into his panties as he stands, allowing his skirts and garters to remain in their tousled state, and he does his best to let Ravus feel every inch of his thick thighs as their bodies slide together. With a roguish grin and a coy nod, Gladio makes his way to the bedroom (after grabbing the wine bottle and their glasses, of course).
If Ravus has a mind to notice anything beyond the sway of Gladio's ass, he'll see the two open doors as they walk past them - one leading to something akin to a state of the art gym (but built only for one) and the other leading to a sleek yet comfortable-looking office area. The closed doors they pass lead to a laundry room, a linen closet, and a bathroom but Gladio isn't exactly giving a tour right now.
Iris had done a great job of cleaning out her makeup and hair products, so not a trace of powder or hairspray remains in either room (despite both being filled with the stuff scant hours ago) and Gladio grins as he moves towards the bed. With a small flourish, he produces a condom and lube from the drawer of one nightstand (the same nightstand on which he deposits the bottle and both glasses) and places the supplies on one of the pillows. Turning, he lifts his skirts high enough that, if Ravus looks, the TA would see Gladio's cock swelling again, bulging beautifully underneath deep crimson satin.]
Want me to strip? Or would you prefer undressing me yourself?
He doesn't have the TV in his bathroom though. Lol. Baths = reading
He tucks himself back into his panties as he stands, allowing his skirts and garters to remain in their tousled state, and he does his best to let Ravus feel every inch of his thick thighs as their bodies slide together. With a roguish grin and a coy nod, Gladio makes his way to the bedroom (after grabbing the wine bottle and their glasses, of course).
If Ravus has a mind to notice anything beyond the sway of Gladio's ass, he'll see the two open doors as they walk past them - one leading to something akin to a state of the art gym (but built only for one) and the other leading to a sleek yet comfortable-looking office area. The closed doors they pass lead to a laundry room, a linen closet, and a bathroom but Gladio isn't exactly giving a tour right now.
The final door, which had been left ajar in Gladio's haste to get to the party, opens to reveal a meticulously kept room with a magnificent master bathroom.
Iris had done a great job of cleaning out her makeup and hair products, so not a trace of powder or hairspray remains in either room (despite both being filled with the stuff scant hours ago) and Gladio grins as he moves towards the bed. With a small flourish, he produces a condom and lube from the drawer of one nightstand (the same nightstand on which he deposits the bottle and both glasses) and places the supplies on one of the pillows. Turning, he lifts his skirts high enough that, if Ravus looks, the TA would see Gladio's cock swelling again, bulging beautifully underneath deep crimson satin.]
Want me to strip? Or would you prefer undressing me yourself?