[Pulse pounding, Gladio eagerly swallows Ravus' whine and presses the meat of his thigh higher and harder against him. He feels the hard length grinding against his quad and moans, biting at Ravus' lower lip before pulling slowly away as the elevator comes to a stop.
Gladio crushes Ravus against him with one arm, spins, and forcefully shoves Ravus towards the far wall of the hallway - the one with his door slightly further down.
There's no time to worry about how his date feels about such rough treatment because in the blink of an eye Gladio closes the distance between them and works his way between Ravus' legs, encouraging the older man to wrap them around his hips.
And as they near the door Gladio prepares his hand for the combination and the first part of the bio-metric lock. To make sure his eye is clear for the second part, he tears away from Ravus' lips and starts nipping and sucking at his neck, his hand coming up to tug at moonspun hair (both to tease his lover and to keep his eye visible to the scanner).
The door shuts as soon as it opens and Gladio pins Ravus to it, dropping the satchel and their jackets unceremoniously on the ground and, with a bit more care, setting the wine bottles on the table conveniently placed next to the doorway so that he can use both hands now to firmly grasp and knead at Ravus' ass.
He ruts up against Ravus, cocks brushing through their trousers, and gives that pert bottom a squeeze as he pants into one ear.]
Better start strippin' before I rip this tux off of you.
[Gladio's already toed off his shoes and is deadly serious about physically tearing the well-tailored outfit off of Ravus. He has enough money to replace it and enough connections to have that replacement tomorrow if that's what Ravus wants.
Normally he's far more gentle in bed but this has been building for months and Ravus, so far, hasn't protested.]
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Gladio crushes Ravus against him with one arm, spins, and forcefully shoves Ravus towards the far wall of the hallway - the one with his door slightly further down.
There's no time to worry about how his date feels about such rough treatment because in the blink of an eye Gladio closes the distance between them and works his way between Ravus' legs, encouraging the older man to wrap them around his hips.
And as they near the door Gladio prepares his hand for the combination and the first part of the bio-metric lock. To make sure his eye is clear for the second part, he tears away from Ravus' lips and starts nipping and sucking at his neck, his hand coming up to tug at moonspun hair (both to tease his lover and to keep his eye visible to the scanner).
The door shuts as soon as it opens and Gladio pins Ravus to it, dropping the satchel and their jackets unceremoniously on the ground and, with a bit more care, setting the wine bottles on the table conveniently placed next to the doorway so that he can use both hands now to firmly grasp and knead at Ravus' ass.
He ruts up against Ravus, cocks brushing through their trousers, and gives that pert bottom a squeeze as he pants into one ear.]
Better start strippin' before I rip this tux off of you.
[Gladio's already toed off his shoes and is deadly serious about physically tearing the well-tailored outfit off of Ravus. He has enough money to replace it and enough connections to have that replacement tomorrow if that's what Ravus wants.
Normally he's far more gentle in bed but this has been building for months and Ravus, so far, hasn't protested.]