I have an in with the head chef, who is the owner as I'm sure you know. So if you hadn't been so prepared with all your formal clothes we could easily have shown up in business casual. [Gladio realizes his first statement probably sounds incredibly haughty and his hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck as he chuckles.]
Er, what I mean is... I wanted our first date to be here and would have found a way to make it happen no matter our attire options were.
[He hangs both their jackets on the coat rack and joins Ravus at the table, smiling softly.] It's Gladio, Ravus. Or Gladiolus if you refuse to shorten my name.
[Anything else he has to say dies at the feel of a socked foot slowly climbing up his leg. So that's how they are going to spend this dinner. Smirking, he spreads his legs a smidgen wider and lets out a breathy moan as that teasing foot continues to rise.
He nods silently and holds his glass up for Ravus to fill. Just as he sips the wine, the door slides open and the head chef appears to go through their special menu and its options. The two men make their selections and suddenly their private room becomes privy to a sensual game - Ravus teasing Gladio with his foot and Gladio responding in kind by making the most lewd sounds of appreciation with each bite of food, which he makes as sexually charged as possible.
Dessert is the most fun, Gladio thinks. Because he laps at the decadent chocolate sauce remaining on his spoon with long, filthy strokes of his tongue. And he swirls each spoonful of ice cream in his mouth as though he were savoring a wholly different treat - one he very much wants to experience again.]
Did you enjoy the meal? What do you think of the wine?
[His cheeks are flushed and his eyes have darkened with want but somehow Gladio manages to maintain a straight face and keep his smile from looking too hungry.]
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Er, what I mean is... I wanted our first date to be here and would have found a way to make it happen no matter our attire options were.
[He hangs both their jackets on the coat rack and joins Ravus at the table, smiling softly.] It's Gladio, Ravus. Or Gladiolus if you refuse to shorten my name.
[Anything else he has to say dies at the feel of a socked foot slowly climbing up his leg. So that's how they are going to spend this dinner. Smirking, he spreads his legs a smidgen wider and lets out a breathy moan as that teasing foot continues to rise.
He nods silently and holds his glass up for Ravus to fill. Just as he sips the wine, the door slides open and the head chef appears to go through their special menu and its options. The two men make their selections and suddenly their private room becomes privy to a sensual game - Ravus teasing Gladio with his foot and Gladio responding in kind by making the most lewd sounds of appreciation with each bite of food, which he makes as sexually charged as possible.
Dessert is the most fun, Gladio thinks. Because he laps at the decadent chocolate sauce remaining on his spoon with long, filthy strokes of his tongue. And he swirls each spoonful of ice cream in his mouth as though he were savoring a wholly different treat - one he very much wants to experience again.]
Did you enjoy the meal? What do you think of the wine?
[His cheeks are flushed and his eyes have darkened with want but somehow Gladio manages to maintain a straight face and keep his smile from looking too hungry.]