sonoftenebrae | College AU

[Ravus drains his glass again, trying not to visibly react to Gladio's teasing. He pushes himself up, cutting off another one of Loqi's stories mid-sentence.]

Need another refill. [He offers by way of excuse to the other grads. He gives Gladio a quick look, a single twitch of his finger beckoning him to follow into the kitchen.

He's stashed the bottle in a cabinet, mostly to keep the drunken party guests from guzzling it down without even appreciating it.]

Here. [Ravus holds the bottle up, but not out. If Gladio wants to inspect the vintage, he'll need to come close.]

[Eyes blaze when Ravus beckons him to follow, and Gladio all to eagerly departs from the group of grad students with a rushed "Later" and a half-hearted wave. He doesn't give a shit what they think of him for following after Ravus like a puppy.

Arriving in the kitchen, he watches as Ravus takes the bottle from its hiding place. Of course the man doesn't offer it out to him, and with a raised brow Gladio saunters a few steps closer and pauses before taking another step that brings him completely inside Ravus' personal space bubble.]

Thank you. [Gladio makes sure his lips shape the words as he says them, and totally doesn't plan the way his fingers brush against Ravus' as he reaches out to inspect the bottle.]

Mmm, this is an excellent vintage. [His eyes rake over Ravus' form.] Care to share another glass?

[Ravus considers for a moment.]

Not here. Wine should be savored. [This house is loud and crowded with drunken students guzzling cheap beer- not the sort of place where a man can properly appreciate a fine bottle.]

We need somewhere quiet. [Private, but he's not going to say something so overt like that while they're still in the stage of dancing around one another.]

[Gladio hopes that's an invitation because if it isn't he's about to be blushing for real under his rouged cheeks.]

If you feel like savoring that with the sounds of everyone else's sexual conquests serenading us, we could always go upstairs. [As much as he'd like that just because it's closer, Gladio wants to savor more than the wine and intermittent moans and thuds will likely drown out the TA's sensual accent.]

Or if we want real quiet we can head to my apartment. It's on campus, so it's close by.

[And he's already flushing a little, feeling like a nervous teen asking his first crush on a date. But the offer is out there now and he won't rescind it.]

[This is the time when Ravus should say, 'no'. No to upstairs, no to leaving with Gladio, no to any more familiarity than he already has with a student.

...but those thighs, his brain protests. He hasn't even had enough drink to justify how thin his resolve has worn. Those damned thighs, thick and powerful enough to crush a man, and that man would die happy.]

This party isn't worth my time anyways. [There is no way he can walk back into the lounge, sit back down, and while away the rest of the night with the other grad students. He hands the bottle to Gladio to carry. There, now the 'Serving Wench' look is complete.]

I trust we won't be inconveniencing your roommates... [Please have a single, for the love of the Six. Ravus doesn't know if he can deal with anyone else tonight.]

[A zing of excitement zips up Gladio's spine as he accepts the bottle, making sure to hold it carefully despite his (minimal) buzz. He'll never forgive himself if he drops it.]

What roommates? [A smirk and a wink follow the question.] Got a three-bedroom to myself on the top floor and both my neighbors are away. We'll have all the quiet we need to really enjoy this.

[He doesn't specify what 'this' is - it could be the bottle, the company, more, or all of those things.

Please let it be all of those things.

With a nod of his head, Gladio silently asks Ravus to follow him and starts walking to the apartments on campus. And any extra sway in his hips is totally from the heeled boots and entirely unintentional ~~lies~~. Hell, Gladio's half-tempted to take the stairs if only to give Ravus a glimpse up his skirts but he's far too eager to be alone with the unfairly gorgeous TA so he presses the button for the elevator instead.]

So where'd you find this? It's too good to be from the liquor stores around here.

[So, this is what Ravus has been missing out on, living in the student housing rather than getting an apartment. Space, and privacy. Ravus has a single room, but the walls are thin enough that any encounter would be shared with the rooms adjacent to his.]

Quite the set-up...

[He isn't sure whether Gladio rented the place specifically so he could bring hook-ups here, or if he's secretly a serial killer ~~Ravus may have watched too many horror movies this month~~, because the setup sounds too good to be true. He's not going to jinx it by questioning it, though.]

I brought a few bottles with me from Tenebrae. I usually save them for the end of each grading period, but I got dragged to that party, and I knew I couldn't count on anyone else's tastes.

[Usually, the only one he shares it with is Lunafreya. Gladio does not know how lucky he is.]

Please tell me you have proper wine glasses.

[Glossed lips quirk up into a smirk as the elevator lifts them smoothly up to the 20th floor. He wonders if Ravus has already forgotten his last name or if the TA simply doesn't know the Amicitia family the way many Lucians do. Maybe the ridiculous security features on his apartment will clue the gorgeous older man in.]

It'd be pretty stupid of me to invite you over so we can properly enjoy that wine if I didn't have any glasses. [Gladio's eyes radiate amusement as he steps out of the now-stopped elevator and teasingly waves the prized bottle in an effort to wordlessly prompt Ravus to follow him. This time he will totally admit to exaggerating the sway of his hips as his heels clack dully on the thinly carpeted hallway floor, the sensual swaying of ass and skirt stopping at the third door.

Instead of fishing a key out of wherever he could have stashed one, Gladio enters a lengthy series of numbers on a keypad before placing his palm on a scanner and leveling one eye at what appears to be a lens. With a series of soft beeps, the door clicks and the brunet holds it open for Ravus before following the man inside and turning to deactivate the alarm system.

Perks of being the heir to the top security company in Lucis - he gets to use/test all the latest gadgets. But hey, he never has to worry about losing his keys.]

Welcome to my apartment! Take a seat wherever while I get us some wine glasses. [A small wink as he gives his voice a slightly breathier quality.]

Want anything else while I'm gone?

[Serial killer or high level spy/assassin. If Ravus wasn't so horny, he'd be phoning in the police. Not even Tenebraen royalty has this sort of set-up back home. ~~They're old school and rely on magic and the laws of hospitality, that could never go wrong...~~]

This doesn't seem like a standard feature. Do you expect to be besieged?

[The place practically echoes around him as he turns in a circle to take it in while Gladio fetches his glasses like a good barmaid. He doesn't take a seat.

He's feeling warm, but his costume armor doesn't afford him any options for ventilation short of stripping out of it.]

Put on some music.

[Gladio claims no one is around to listen, but who knows if the man has a security camera somewhere around, and he feels better knowing they won't be overheard.]

[Gladio can't help the laugh that escapes him, the sound reverberating throughout the modestly decorated living area.] That's because none of my security is standard. I get to test all the latest designs and the stuff I like, I get to take home.

[Glasses clink in his hand as he saunters towards the elaborate sound system. Despite his outward appearance, Gladio has a thing for the arts that's clearly displayed in his collection of CDs, vinyls, cassettes, and in the large selection of both films and books filling various built-in shelves around the room. He takes a look at the LP currently on his record player and moves the needle before starting the player, music beginning to stream gently from the surround-sound speakers.]

If you haven't heard this group before now, I hope you enjoy them.

[He turns on the fireplace just to really set the mood before sitting on the edge of the grey love-seat. With a subtle flair, Gladio fills both glasses halfway with the Tenebraen wine and lifts sultry eyes to beckon Ravus closer.]

Aren't you gonna sit down and drink with me? I promise not to bite. [A wink as his voice dips slightly lower.] Unless you want me to.

[The music seems fitting. The lyrics, mournful enough for Halloween, the guitar with just enough twang for a western tavern-wench. Ravus doesn't have any complaints about the choice.

Ravus approaches, but he doesn't take a seat on the sofa. He kneels between Gladio's legs.]

Later. [Whether that's sitting and drinking or biting, he's not saying.] We're going to play a game. How serious are you about savoring my wine?

[He trails his fingers up a fishnetted calf, past the knee, and upward to muscled thigh, pushing the skirt higher and higher.]

You're going to take a sip, and you're not going to swallow until I do.

[Gladio's sly smile transforms into one of surprise when Ravus drops to his knees in front of him, making him unconsciously spread his legs wider.

Fire follows the finger teasing up his leg and his hips shift subtly to allow the beautiful TA more access to the skirts as blood surges south. Gladio can feel his cock start straining against the satin panties he donned under the thigh-high stockings and he wonders how Ravus will react to both the garters and the underwear.]

Y-yes. [Damn his voice for cracking like that.] I won't swallow until you do.

[And fuck isn't that the sexiest thing he's never even imagined. With a surprisingly steady hand he lifts a glass to his painted lips and releases a low sound of pleasure as the wine's flavor dances over his tongue.

Molten eyes beg Ravus to continue.]

[Ravus thrives on intimidation, so he smirks as Gladio's voice catches.]

There's a good wench. Do as I say, you'll get a treat. If you swallow too soon, you'll get a trick.

[Ravus' fingers reach the elastic of the garters and gives them a snap before he presses upward to explore hot, ~~bear~~ bare flesh. So thorough with this costume, his Gladiolus.

Ravus leans down to lick the revealed thigh before he finally lifts the skirt all the way up.

Oh.

Gladio's erection is starting to strain the silky fabric of his panties. It's a sight Ravus had never thought he'd find arousing until he saw it in action. He ducks his head under the skirt to mouth Gladio's cock through the fabric.]

Do you like that, little flower? [He's teasing, testing to see how well Gladio can follow the directions not to swallow his wine.]

[Gladio isn't a blushing virgin, not by any means. But he has never been on the receiving end of something like this and certainly not while wearing a whore's dress, heels, thigh-high fishnets, garters, silk panties, and makeup and this whole situation is awakening all sorts of new desires within him.

All the things he'd say to being called a wench, salacious and saucy retorts meant to further the roleplay, are silenced by the pool of wine warming in his mouth. He hisses through his nose at the garter's snap and feels precum soaking into the silken fabric pressing against his hardness.

And when Ravus' too-hot mouth suddenly touches his cock through the satin panties Gladio very nearly chokes on the decadent liquid. A small dribble escapes his lips as he lets out a garbled moan and takes a shuttered breath in through his nose as his hips buck in answer to Ravus' question. His fingers grip at the armrest and loveseat and he whines low in his throat.

Who knew a pet name could make his dick throb like that?

He hasn't swallowed the wine yet and if keeping it in his mouth leads to more of this Gladio will gladly drown, no matter how much he wants to growl heated words into Ravus' ear.]

There's a good girl. [Ravus purrs as he draws his head back and eyes the damp fabric and those glorious, glorious thighs.

He runs both hands up Gladio's legs and shoves them further apart.]

Never let it be said that Ravus Nox Fleuret doesn't know how to please a lady.

[Rather than removing the panties, he tugs the fabric to the side so he can free the shaft to suckle on. It's not the first cock Ravus has sucked, and he plans on using all of his tricks to drive Gladio crazy.

He massages Gladio's balls through the satin fabric as he chokes down as much of the length of his cock as he can take. He'll show this wench a good time, even if it means a sore jaw later tonight.]

[Now that is something entirely new.

And so is the way his eyes roll up to the ceiling as a jolt of pleasure zips down his spine. Gladio has never been called anything remotely feminine in his life, let alone in the bedroom, but he's been playing the part fairly well tonight and it seems Ravus has no qualms about letting their costumes direct some of their evening's fun.

He doesn't resist the forceful spreading of his legs, going so far as to hook one over an armrest before letting his head loll back when his cock finally springs free of its satiny prison. The TA's mouth feels amazing and another muffled moan escapes Gladio's throat.

Tentatively, as he sucks in a harsh breath at the feel of his sac getting gently massaged, he threads the thick fingers of one hand through Ravus' hair and allows himself a small smile - it's exactly as soft as he imagined it would be. Gladio gives a few shallow thrusts into the hot cavern surrounding him, experimenting with how much of his cock Ravus can handle.

Fuck, he's been so turned on since Ravus sat in his lap he's worried he might not last long. Especially with Ravus' mouth working him so well. And since he's focusing mostly on not swallowing the wine and on not choking, Gladio can't spare too much thought on controlling his orgasm.

But will Ravus stay after he swallows? Will he fuck Gladio open like the whore he resembles?

Shit just the thought of that makes him keen, fingers tightening in silvery hair.]

[Ravus loves getting his hair pulled. He groans around Gladio's cock as he tugs. Tilting his head to let the shaft slide down his throat, Ravus relentlessly pushes Gladio closer to the edge. He's going to be hoarse when this is over, but it's worth it to hear those muffled cries through the mouthful of wine.

Ravus slides a hand over the satin-covered cheeks of Gladio's ass, rubbing and pinching and pressing an exploring finger around his entrance through the fabric. Everything he does is to gauge Gladio's reaction, to figure out what he likes so Ravus can shamelessly use it to his advantage.

His other hand follows the leg now hooked over the armrest, caressing from inner thigh to the back of his knee, pushing the garter down to bare the skin more fully to his fingers.]

[Fuckfuckfuckfuck- he can't believe how far Ravus can take him. His groan cuts off with a needy whine when fingers brush against his hole, even if it's just through his panties, and Gladio immediately lifts his hips to encourage further exploration.

Guessing that the rough treatment of his hair is welcome, he tugs more frequently on Ravus' hair and lets his nails occasionally graze the scalp.

His leg trembles as Ravus' other fingers dance across the skin of his thigh. Without a doubt tonight has blown all of his previous experience receiving foreplay out of the water and with the varying sensations mingling with the feel of satin pressing against his most intimate areas Gladio feels his balls begin tightening with his impending release.

All it takes is another pinch to his ass, the sting of pain followed immediately by a rush of pleasure, and another press of a finger against his entrance and Gladio tries to gurgle out a warning but only manages a garbled wail as he thrusts his hips up and cums.

Part of him is embarrassed for finishing so quickly, but part of him is proud too -

He still hasn't swallowed the wine.]

[Gladio's orgasm comes suddenly, with his dick thrust deep into Ravus' mouth. He pulls back as far as he can with the hand still in his hair and forces himself to swallow everything Gladio is pumping into him. It's hard to keep up, and some ends up dribbling down his lip.

He sits back on his heels and gropes for the glass Gladio poured him. He drains half of the wine in the cup in one long pull before he tries to speak.]

So, you did as you're told.... [His voice comes out as a croak.] Swallow.

[If Gladio had failed his test, Ravus would have had him bend over the couch for spanking. But he's due a reward, not a punishment now.]

You've been a good girl. I could treat you nicely. Is that how you like it, or are you a trollop who wants it hard?

[As soon as Ravus commands, Gladio swallows. The wine's flavor thoroughly soaked into his tongue enough that he can still taste it after swallowing and Ravus' hoarse voice, its coarseness somehow making the accent even sexier, is a siren song to Gladio.

Before answering he wraps his legs around Ravus' waist and pulls him closer, both hands coming to grip the chainmail-like costume and tugging up to bring their lips together in a filthy kiss. Gladio's tongue laps up the cum on his TA's lips and slides it into Ravus' mouth before tangling languidly together with the other's tongue. He can still taste himself on those lips and it mingles with the wine perfectly, he thinks.

Does Ravus think so too?]

I like it any way... [The words pant breathlessly between them, Gladio pulling back just enough that their noses bump and their lips brush in a whisper-soft caress of lightning.]

Besides... good girls take it however they're given it. And I'm your good girl tonight. [Gladio keeps his voice husky, letting its airiness disguise its masculinity though not much can be done to hide its distinctive gravelly tone.

Smoldering eyes bore into Ravus, molten pools of needy desire.] How do you want me, Sir Knight?

[Ravus lets Gladio pull him into the kiss and explore his mouth. Ravus isn't one to expect kissing with sex, but he doesn't protest it. Gladio is a good kisser.

The limited space of the loveseat would suffice if he were straddling Gladio and riding his cock, but he doesn't relish it the other way around, with how solidly Gladio is built. Ravus' muscles already feel loose and lazy from the wine he's drunk.]

You've a bed around here, I presume. Show me to it, and fetch me what I'll need to prepare you.

[If Ravus doesn't expect kissing he is in for a surprise because even without speaking Gladio enjoys using his mouth to communicate, especially during sex.

He tucks himself back into his panties as he stands, allowing his skirts and garters to remain in their tousled state, and he does his best to let Ravus feel every inch of his thick thighs as their bodies slide together. With a roguish grin and a coy nod, Gladio makes his way to the bedroom (after grabbing the wine bottle and their glasses, of course).

If Ravus has a mind to notice anything beyond the sway of Gladio's ass, he'll see the two open doors as they walk past them - one leading to something akin to a state of the art gym (but built only for one) and the other leading to a sleek yet comfortable-looking office area. The closed doors they pass lead to a laundry room, a linen closet, and a bathroom but Gladio isn't exactly giving a tour right now.

The final door, which had been left ajar in Gladio's haste to get to the party, opens to reveal a meticulously kept room with a magnificent master bathroom.

Iris had done a great job of cleaning out her makeup and hair products, so not a trace of powder or hairspray remains in either room (despite both being filled with the stuff scant hours ago) and Gladio grins as he moves towards the bed. With a small flourish, he produces a condom and lube from the drawer of one nightstand (the same nightstand on which he deposits the bottle and both glasses) and places the supplies on one of the pillows. Turning, he lifts his skirts high enough that, if Ravus looks, the TA would see Gladio's cock swelling again, bulging beautifully underneath deep crimson satin.]

Want me to strip? Or would you prefer undressing me yourself?

[The apartment is extravagant, the kind of luxury Ravus is used to seeing back home, but has had to do without while at the university. He is going to have to do some research on Gladio when he gets back to his dorm. He'd shirked his studies on the Lucian elite for the past few years in favor of throwing himself into his undergrad and then grad studies.

He lounges back on the bed and takes up his glass. Or Gladio's glass. By this point, there have been enough fluids exchanged between them to make the distinction pointless.]

My dear, who said I needed you undressed?

[He reaches out to tug at the lacing of Gladio's corset just enough to loosen it. Stripping Gladio out of the dress and underthings would dispel this illusion they're both embracing of Gladio's femininity.]

I bet you're used to men bending you over and taking you fully clothed. You're going to get so wet for me, just like this.

[He pushes Gladio's top down to bare one taut pec and leans in to suckle the nipple.]

[The sight of Ravus seductively sprawled on his bed is one Gladio hopes he never forgets. He wishes he could take a photo.

Once his corset is loosened he pours another glass of wine for himself and tops off the glass in Ravus' hand before gulping down half of his drink. A pleasant tingle spreads through him, and it's not just the way Ravus touches him - it seems that the wine is finally beginning to take effect, though Gladio knows enough to credit the drinks he had before the two of them shared this bottle.]

A-ah-- [Gladio's always been sensitive and his nipples are one of his weak spots. His head lolls back a bit at the gentle suction and he finishes his wine in a single sip.

He doesn't say that he's only wanted Ravus, that every other man he's had pales in comparison, that Ravus has dominated his fantasies and that he's turned others away because none of them were the TA currently pushing all the right buttons.

Instead, Gladio tilts his head and whispers a heated secret into Ravus' ear.]

I'm already wet for you. [And it's true, he'd managed to prep himself a decent amount in the privacy of his bathroom before leaving.]

[Ravus releases the nipple.]

Such a naughty wench.... Take off your panties for me. I think I'll keep them, to remind me how easy you were for me.

[He peels out of his chainmail and lets it fall to the floor while he waits for Gladio to comply and offer him the satin panties. Ravus unfastens his pants and lets them fall as well. His tunic covers only part of his bare thighs.]

Are you ready for me to take you, harlot, or should I make you come again first?

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He doesn't have the TV in his bathroom though. Lol. Baths = reading

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