Yes...H-haah--! [With his body stretched over the table and his legs spread with his feet flat on the floor, Gladio doesn't have much leeway to move and assist his lover but damned if he doesn't try.
He lifts up onto his toes to get a little leverage and starts wantonly shoving his ass back onto Ravus' cock, trying to meet him thrust for thrust and alternating between gasping and moaning. Pleasure zips up his spine and down his scalp, back arching as Ravus tugs on his hair.] Need your cock -
[The specification matters to him even in this state. Skin slapping against skin fills his ears, then he registers the slight creaking of the surprisingly sturdy table, but what makes Gladio mewl and writhe and beg for "harder, harder, harder" is the dull thud his cock makes as it slams against the underside of the table with each powerful thrust. After recognizing the sound, his body processes the sensation and his earlier almost-orgasm threatens to overwhelm him again.]
Gonna - f-fuck m'gonna -- [There's no stopping it this time. Gladio cums with a howl, cock untouched but for the slapping of it against the table, and his legs twitch as his eyes roll back in pleasure, white jets painting the kitchen floor. His breathing is ragged, throat raw, and once his cock finally stops spurting he sags boneless on the table. Ravus can use him like a sleeve, he thinks, because all of Gladio's strength has left him.]
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He lifts up onto his toes to get a little leverage and starts wantonly shoving his ass back onto Ravus' cock, trying to meet him thrust for thrust and alternating between gasping and moaning. Pleasure zips up his spine and down his scalp, back arching as Ravus tugs on his hair.] Need your cock -
[The specification matters to him even in this state. Skin slapping against skin fills his ears, then he registers the slight creaking of the surprisingly sturdy table, but what makes Gladio mewl and writhe and beg for "harder, harder, harder" is the dull thud his cock makes as it slams against the underside of the table with each powerful thrust. After recognizing the sound, his body processes the sensation and his earlier almost-orgasm threatens to overwhelm him again.]
Gonna - f-fuck m'gonna -- [There's no stopping it this time. Gladio cums with a howl, cock untouched but for the slapping of it against the table, and his legs twitch as his eyes roll back in pleasure, white jets painting the kitchen floor. His breathing is ragged, throat raw, and once his cock finally stops spurting he sags boneless on the table. Ravus can use him like a sleeve, he thinks, because all of Gladio's strength has left him.]