[Hearing Ravus' voice suddenly soften makes Gladio's eyes go wide and his heart stutter in his chest. This is not a Ravus he's seen before, and he looks intently at his lover to ascertain if anything is wrong or causing him distress. But the way the older man relaxes and the encouraging moan that escapes him is more than enough for Gladio to know that Ravus is more than okay, and Ravus' words are the closest he imagines the man will come to begging.
A victorious and feral smile curls his lips and he pulls out entirely and leaves the crown of his cock pressed against Ravus' entrance, this time not as torture but as preparation. And this time when he leans down it's to capture his partner's lips in a kiss far too gentle for their positions.] You're mine.
[The words are as much a question as they are a statement. Here, in his bed on this night, Ravus is undoubtedly his. But he wants to claim Ravus completely, to claim him beyond tonight.
Gladio doesn't wait for a response. With their noses touching, each breathing the other's air, he slides fully inside of his lover in a smooth thrust. The next kiss he takes is more forceful, more dominating, and he pulls away to tower over Ravus again.] And I take care of what's mine.
[He grips Ravus' thighs hard enough to bruise, needing to keep Ravus in place, and pulls out almost entirely before slamming his hips forward, a resounding slap echoing in the room drowned out only by his pleased groan. He repeats this a few times, each thrust harder than the last as though he's trying to push the very air out of Ravus' lungs, and it's only his grip on the pale thighs that prevent his lover's body from moving up the bed.]
Gods look at you. [A powerful thrust that rips a growl from Gladio.] Spread like a greedy slut... [Another thrust, this one angled perfectly to nail that sweet bundle of nerves inside Ravus.] Let me hear how much you love this.
[The sight beneath him is something straight out of his wet dreams, beautiful alabaster skin flushed red and a pretty pink hole stretched around him, heterochromatic eyes glazed over with pleasure and plush lips parted in bliss. He rolls his hips, using his cock to massage Ravus' prostate, and toys with the cock ring.
Part of him wants to undo it, to make Ravus cum and then fuck him boneless without regard for the overstimulation because the greediest parts of him wants to tear as many orgasms from Ravus as possible. And part of him wants to leave it there until Ravus begs to cum, until all the man can think about is the orgasm the ring is holding at bay.
But Gladio's control is wearing thin and he wants to start properly fucking Ravus' soul out, so he needs to decide soon.
He decides to keep using his cock to tease and rub at Ravus' prostate, never once thrusting properly, and to continue fingering the cock ring until Ravus begs. Because the man will eventually beg for one thing or the other, and Gladio will more than gladly reward his lover with exactly what he asks for.]
OMG is he going into a subspace?!?!
A victorious and feral smile curls his lips and he pulls out entirely and leaves the crown of his cock pressed against Ravus' entrance, this time not as torture but as preparation. And this time when he leans down it's to capture his partner's lips in a kiss far too gentle for their positions.] You're mine.
[The words are as much a question as they are a statement. Here, in his bed on this night, Ravus is undoubtedly his. But he wants to claim Ravus completely, to claim him beyond tonight.
Gladio doesn't wait for a response. With their noses touching, each breathing the other's air, he slides fully inside of his lover in a smooth thrust. The next kiss he takes is more forceful, more dominating, and he pulls away to tower over Ravus again.] And I take care of what's mine.
[He grips Ravus' thighs hard enough to bruise, needing to keep Ravus in place, and pulls out almost entirely before slamming his hips forward, a resounding slap echoing in the room drowned out only by his pleased groan. He repeats this a few times, each thrust harder than the last as though he's trying to push the very air out of Ravus' lungs, and it's only his grip on the pale thighs that prevent his lover's body from moving up the bed.]
Gods look at you. [A powerful thrust that rips a growl from Gladio.] Spread like a greedy slut... [Another thrust, this one angled perfectly to nail that sweet bundle of nerves inside Ravus.] Let me hear how much you love this.
[The sight beneath him is something straight out of his wet dreams, beautiful alabaster skin flushed red and a pretty pink hole stretched around him, heterochromatic eyes glazed over with pleasure and plush lips parted in bliss. He rolls his hips, using his cock to massage Ravus' prostate, and toys with the cock ring.
Part of him wants to undo it, to make Ravus cum and then fuck him boneless without regard for the overstimulation because the greediest parts of him wants to tear as many orgasms from Ravus as possible. And part of him wants to leave it there until Ravus begs to cum, until all the man can think about is the orgasm the ring is holding at bay.
But Gladio's control is wearing thin and he wants to start properly fucking Ravus' soul out, so he needs to decide soon.
He decides to keep using his cock to tease and rub at Ravus' prostate, never once thrusting properly, and to continue fingering the cock ring until Ravus begs. Because the man will eventually beg for one thing or the other, and Gladio will more than gladly reward his lover with exactly what he asks for.]