[He's so eager to comply he nearly drops the silverware as he grabs them, cutting into his stack of pancakes and taking a large bite. As he chews he realizes he should have taken a smaller bite, that his cheeks are puffing out unattractively, and Gladio almost chokes when he tries to swallow.
So much for painting an pretty picture, so to speak. His hands don't shake when he sips his orange juice but his thighs keep twitching with the effort it takes not to rut brazenly against the foot pushing deliciously against his cock.
The next bite of breakfast is smaller, much more manageable. Not that he tastes much of it. How can he focus on the food's taste when Ravus keeps moving his foot? Fuck it's maddening. It's amazing. He wants more just as much as he wants to finish his damn breakfast so that Ravus can stop teasing him.]
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So much for painting an pretty picture, so to speak. His hands don't shake when he sips his orange juice but his thighs keep twitching with the effort it takes not to rut brazenly against the foot pushing deliciously against his cock.
The next bite of breakfast is smaller, much more manageable. Not that he tastes much of it. How can he focus on the food's taste when Ravus keeps moving his foot? Fuck it's maddening. It's amazing. He wants more just as much as he wants to finish his damn breakfast so that Ravus can stop teasing him.]