[Gladio's presence is overwhelming, behind him and around him and inside of him. Each shuddering thrust flattens Ravus against the window, pinning him tight before drawing back for another lurch forward. He should hate it, being handled so.]
More. [He demands. Ravus shifts his hips, rubbing his cock against the back of the couch for any friction he can get. He can't recall ever being this desparate to come, not even in his teenage days.]
Come in me, give it to me, put your fucking back into it....
[He's not paying any attention to the words he's gasping out as Gladio fucks him, an alternating stream of pleas and demands. His brain is entirely switched off, and he's running on pure animal drives. If he had a hand on Gladio, he'd be scratching at him, but in the position they are in, all he can do is grasp at the couch as Gladio rocks him back and forth with the strength of his thrusts.]
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More. [He demands. Ravus shifts his hips, rubbing his cock against the back of the couch for any friction he can get. He can't recall ever being this desparate to come, not even in his teenage days.]
Come in me, give it to me, put your fucking back into it....
[He's not paying any attention to the words he's gasping out as Gladio fucks him, an alternating stream of pleas and demands. His brain is entirely switched off, and he's running on pure animal drives. If he had a hand on Gladio, he'd be scratching at him, but in the position they are in, all he can do is grasp at the couch as Gladio rocks him back and forth with the strength of his thrusts.]