[Ravus' legs are a vice around him, squeezing him deliciously and pressing him closer to the man's most intimate parts. Gladio's eyes burn hotter with each missed opportunity that's dangled over his head so he sucks a dark bruise into the pale skin of Ravus' inner thigh in retaliation, fingers grazing the plug's base as he teasingly tugs on it.]

So eager for my cock? [He playfully husks.] You'd let me fuck you silly right here, wouldn't you. On this couch with the window behind you. So everyone knows that you are mine.

[They aren't questions and each statement is punctuated with a nip to various areas around the base of the plug and the base of Ravus' cock.

Gladio's lips split into a sultry smirk as he slides a sleek box out from under the sofa. Opening it, he takes out a bottle of lube and a condom, holding the latter up with an eyebrow raised in question. While he hasn't been with anyone else since the Halloween party, and been tested again just to further make certain that he's clean, he'll let Ravus choose whether or not he goes bareback.

Ravus' ass, Ravus' rules.]