[Ravus isn't used to being man-handled. He's not against it, but he's usually not with someone who's able to haul him around so easily.
But Gladio is fucking ripped, and Ravus wraps his legs around him and grinds against him right there in the hallway. He's not into displays in public, but he's too hard to think properly. If Gladio has any worries about how Ravus will respond to rough handling, Ravus' moans and the scrape of his nails up and down Gladio's arms should put that to rest.]
Tear my suit and I'll punish you, Amicitia.
[He kicks off his pristine polished dress shoes and leans forward to nip at Gladio's neck. It would be easier to strip if Gladio gave him some room, but Ravus is making an effort to slither out of the layers of fabric.]
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But Gladio is fucking ripped, and Ravus wraps his legs around him and grinds against him right there in the hallway. He's not into displays in public, but he's too hard to think properly. If Gladio has any worries about how Ravus will respond to rough handling, Ravus' moans and the scrape of his nails up and down Gladio's arms should put that to rest.]
Tear my suit and I'll punish you, Amicitia.
[He kicks off his pristine polished dress shoes and leans forward to nip at Gladio's neck. It would be easier to strip if Gladio gave him some room, but Ravus is making an effort to slither out of the layers of fabric.]