[Ravus' instinct would normally be to tighten his hold around his lover's hips and kick and buck to spur him into action. Instead, he lets his thighs drop, spreading himself wide for Gladio to plunder.]
I'm yours. I love it. Don't stop.
[He gasps out the words between thrusts. It's not normally like this. It has never been like this. Ravus can't describe the feeling, of being overheated and gasping, yet feeling eerily at ease. There's no need to worry. His pleasure is entirely in Gladio's capable hands.]
Make me come. I need it. [He turns his head away, choking out the next word.] ...please.
maaaaaaybe
I'm yours. I love it. Don't stop.
[He gasps out the words between thrusts. It's not normally like this. It has never been like this. Ravus can't describe the feeling, of being overheated and gasping, yet feeling eerily at ease. There's no need to worry. His pleasure is entirely in Gladio's capable hands.]
Make me come. I need it. [He turns his head away, choking out the next word.] ...please.