[A bark of laughter escapes Gladio, his heart warming further as his lover's sense of humor thoroughly washes over him. Gods, this man is an absolute gem.]

Yup. Why else would I have such state of the art security? Can't let my prey escape once I catch them.

[Even as he teases right back, his hands dip lower and lower until they slide into Ravus' sleep-pants to palm his cock.] And I think I know exactly where I want to start my feast...

[Gladio's lips and tongue play with all the skin they find along their descent, his free hand tugging on Ravus' pants in order to shimmy them down just enough to free his prize. As he slides down the bed he takes the covers with them, wanting Ravus to watch. He nuzzles into one hipbone, nose brushing the silver hair surrounding the base of the rapidly hardening member still trapped beneath his palm. There's an audible inhale, Gladio shuddering as he savors the musky scent.]

You smell delicious, Ravus... [Honey eyes, pupils already blown wide with want, look up.] Won't you let me have a taste?

[He moves his hand as he asks, lips barely brushing over the head of Ravus' cock, hot breath ghosting over the heated skin.]