[Grunting with pleasure and tilting his head to give Ravus better access to his neck, Gladio leans more of his weight against Ravus, pinning the other man to the wall with naught but his chest. As long as the legs around his waist stay firmly in place there's no danger of Ravus falling while Gladio fiddles with his belt and trousers.
He smirks once the offending garment is pushed low enough for him to wiggle out of them, the belt clanking as the pressed pants pool around his socked feet. Not wanting to part from the hot body writhing against him, Gladio uses his hips to hold Ravus in place and leans back enough to work the buttons of his waistcoat. And the moment that joins the puddle of fabric on the floor he slowly starts undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, tongue running lewdly over his lips as he puts on a show.]
Next time.
[Next time they had sex? Or next time they wore suits?
Gladio doesn't specify and to him it doesn't really matter. What matters is slowly revealing taut, perfectly carved abs to his date's eyes and, when the last button opens, slowly peeling the fabric of each sleeve over his muscular arms until he drops the fabric to the floor.
Now standing in naught but his silk boxer-briefs and his socks, Gladio lets his eyes rake heatedly over Ravus.]
Fuck m'gonna take you in every room. [Not tonight, probably, but eventually.
He wants the sight, sound, scent of Ravus in this state to linger throughout his apartment.]
But first... [There's no warning when he grips Ravus' ass in both hands and moves them closer to the couch and growls into Ravus' ear.]
no subject
He smirks once the offending garment is pushed low enough for him to wiggle out of them, the belt clanking as the pressed pants pool around his socked feet. Not wanting to part from the hot body writhing against him, Gladio uses his hips to hold Ravus in place and leans back enough to work the buttons of his waistcoat. And the moment that joins the puddle of fabric on the floor he slowly starts undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, tongue running lewdly over his lips as he puts on a show.]
Next time.
[Next time they had sex? Or next time they wore suits?
Gladio doesn't specify and to him it doesn't really matter. What matters is slowly revealing taut, perfectly carved abs to his date's eyes and, when the last button opens, slowly peeling the fabric of each sleeve over his muscular arms until he drops the fabric to the floor.
Now standing in naught but his silk boxer-briefs and his socks, Gladio lets his eyes rake heatedly over Ravus.]
Fuck m'gonna take you in every room. [Not tonight, probably, but eventually.
He wants the sight, sound, scent of Ravus in this state to linger throughout his apartment.]
But first... [There's no warning when he grips Ravus' ass in both hands and moves them closer to the couch and growls into Ravus' ear.]
I want to taste you.