Ravus - [He barely finishes saying the name before Ravus is up and out of the bed.
For the love of the Gods, he just wanted something to wet his mouth and the wine is closer than the sink. Plus it's delicious and that rather frenzied fuck made him sweat out his buzz so he's not worried about getting drunk.
But he can't quite get himself to slide over to the other side of the bed so he can pour them both a glass. And apparently Ravus has some hustle when he's annoyed because he's back in an instant with supplies to clean up, which Gladio finds somehow endearing.
Until his thighs are shoved unceremoniously apart and he's cleaned with simple efficiency and nothing more.
So much for tenderness - it seems like his all-work-no-play TA is back in full force.]
I'm clean too and I'm betting you'll want those results. I'll send them tomorrow. [Gladio grabs the towel from Ravus' hands with a little more force than he intended and worked on drying himself off. Because if Ravus wanted all-business Gladio would provide that in spadesbecause he was absolutely trying to hide his hurt.]
Knowing what I do about you I doubt you'd have forgotten the condom if you weren't clean, no matter how drunk you were. So no, I don't need or want your results. [Forcing himself to his feet he eyes the rumpled and stained sheets. He'll have to change them before sleeping in them. Which means Ravus either leaves now or showers first.
Damn his gentlemanly nature.] You may as well shower, Ravus. You wouldn't want to do the walk of shame reeking of sex and wine.
[Okay, there's some added snark in there. But he's honestly too irritated to care and he purposely avoids Ravus' gaze.]
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For the love of the Gods, he just wanted something to wet his mouth and the wine is closer than the sink. Plus it's delicious and that rather frenzied fuck made him sweat out his buzz so he's not worried about getting drunk.
But he can't quite get himself to slide over to the other side of the bed so he can pour them both a glass. And apparently Ravus has some hustle when he's annoyed because he's back in an instant with supplies to clean up, which Gladio finds somehow endearing.
Until his thighs are shoved unceremoniously apart and he's cleaned with simple efficiency and nothing more.
So much for tenderness - it seems like his all-work-no-play TA is back in full force.]
I'm clean too and I'm betting you'll want those results. I'll send them tomorrow. [Gladio grabs the towel from Ravus' hands with a little more force than he intended and worked on drying himself off. Because if Ravus wanted all-business Gladio would provide that in spades
because he was absolutely trying to hide his hurt.]Knowing what I do about you I doubt you'd have forgotten the condom if you weren't clean, no matter how drunk you were. So no, I don't need or want your results. [Forcing himself to his feet he eyes the rumpled and stained sheets. He'll have to change them before sleeping in them. Which means Ravus either leaves now or showers first.
Damn his gentlemanly nature.] You may as well shower, Ravus. You wouldn't want to do the walk of shame reeking of sex and wine.
[Okay, there's some added snark in there. But he's honestly too irritated to care and he purposely avoids Ravus' gaze.]