Yes sir. [The words escape him without conscious thought, and in some distant part of his mind he prays to the Six that Ravus didn't hear the truly pitiful whine that preceded them.
Gladio moves quickly, clearing their drinks first, but he moves a little too quickly and not quite smoothly enough to avoid sloshing some orange juice over the rim of one glass. A few droplets splatter on the kitchen floor and the sweet juice begins to dry on the skin of his hand as he continues his mission. The plates are next and thankfully he avoids dropping any food. Cutlery is last and Gladio haphazardly drops the silverware on the counter before taking his napkin and hastily wiping it over the table.
Hoping his lover is satisfied, Gladio pauses, unsure. He's been told to lay himself out but does Ravus want him face up and lying fully atop the table or should he instead stay partially planted on the ground, feet spread and upper body resting on their dining surface with his ass brazenly presented?
After his slight hesitation he decides on the latter. He makes sure his fingers wrap around the table's lip, arms stretched overhead, and he pushes his hips out, legs spread widely to provide ample room for Ravus between them.]
Please... please fill my ass. [His breathy words sound needy even to his ears but Gladio doesn't care. He is desperate, and he knows Ravus knows it.]
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Gladio moves quickly, clearing their drinks first, but he moves a little too quickly and not quite smoothly enough to avoid sloshing some orange juice over the rim of one glass. A few droplets splatter on the kitchen floor and the sweet juice begins to dry on the skin of his hand as he continues his mission. The plates are next and thankfully he avoids dropping any food. Cutlery is last and Gladio haphazardly drops the silverware on the counter before taking his napkin and hastily wiping it over the table.
Hoping his lover is satisfied, Gladio pauses, unsure. He's been told to lay himself out but does Ravus want him face up and lying fully atop the table or should he instead stay partially planted on the ground, feet spread and upper body resting on their dining surface with his ass brazenly presented?
After his slight hesitation he decides on the latter. He makes sure his fingers wrap around the table's lip, arms stretched overhead, and he pushes his hips out, legs spread widely to provide ample room for Ravus between them.]
Please... please fill my ass. [His breathy words sound needy even to his ears but Gladio doesn't care. He is desperate, and he knows Ravus knows it.]