sonoftenebrae | College AU

[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?

[Gladio will definitely examine the thrilled tingle that shoots up his spine when he's called easy and told to take off his panties, but that examination will occur much, much later.

Hooking his fingers under the waitsband, he slides the satin undergarment off in one quick motion. He dangles them on two fingers and holds them out for Ravus, wondering what perverted things the TA will get into with stained panties - the satin of this particular pair ruined with sweat, spit, and precum.

The clinking of chainmail hitting the floor sends a shiver down Gladio's back and he decides to show Ravus just how easy he is for him. Without care about putting his shoes on his bedspread, the underclassman turns and situates himself on the bed - one hand pressed into the mattress and the other up by his shoulder still offering the panties to his Knight, stocking-clad knees spread wide and skirt-covered ass high in the air. Looking over his shoulder, Gladio breathily begs.]

Do with me as you wish but please, Sir, touch me. [He even wiggles his ass enticingly, cock throbbing with his desperate need to be touched.]

Need you.

[Ravus kicks his boots off and sets down his glass. He rolls over and rises to his knees behind Gladio. He collects the panties and sets them to the side. He won't need them until much later.]

Begging for it...how did I ever mistake you for a good girl?

[Ravus flips the skirt up to bare Gladio's ass to him, and slides a finger into him.]

You said your neighbors can't hear us. What if I make you scream?

[He feels around inside Gladio for his prostate. So soon after coming, it's bound to be oversensitive.]

[There's no resistance as the single finger slips inside and Gladio sighs at the feeling of finally having something inside of him, even though it's not what he wants.]

You make me want to be dirty. [True in far too many ways.] No one will hear...

[He didn't exactly lie when he said his neighbors were away, because the downstairs one is on a vacation right now, but Gladio hadn't been entirely truthful about his neighbors on this floor. They didn't actually exist. His father had insisted on renting out the entire floor as an added security measure and honestly, Gladio enjoyed the privacy.

But now is not the time for him to go on about that. So he does his best to entice Ravus to really try making him scream.] So go ahead... let's see if you can make me - Ah...fuck!

[Gladio's hoarse shout interrupts his goading, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes when Ravus finds his prostate. The pleasure is present but buried under the pain of overstimulation and he loves it. He wants more.

So he decides to go full-slut and presses back against Ravus' finger, rolling his hips to increase the duration of the pressure on his prostate. His voice breaks on his one-word plea, a hitching half-gasp-half-sob turning a one-syllable word into multiple syllables.]

Mo-hah-ore...

[Ravus knows what Gladio wants, what he needs, and he will give it to Gladio when Ravus is good and ready. He pulls back his hand and slicks his fingers. Before Gladio can whine and beg him, he shoves two fingers inside of him, scissoring them apart.]

You love to be filled up, don't you? I bet I could make you come again, just with my fingers.

[He works his left hand up and down his cock while he finger-fucks Gladio, lubing it up.]

Tell me you're thirsty for my cock. Beg me to mount you.

[He lets the tip of his cock prod against Gladio's thigh as he pumps it.]

[Gladio whines at the loss of Ravus' finger, mewling pathetically while he waits to be filled again. But he doesn't have a chance to beg or make any other absolutely pitiful noises he's immediately filled again, two fingers slamming into him and spreading him open.

His shout is loud enough to make the crystal wine glasses ring.

He nods shakily at Ravus' question, chest heaving as he fucks himself back onto those nimble fingers. It's true - he loves being filled. And it would absolutely be possible for him to cum just from being fingered but it would also be insanely embarrassing so Gladio tries to encourage Ravus to fill him with something both longer and thicker than the fingers currently inside him. And thank the Gods he's given a chance to do just that.

Dignity and pride evaporate, leaving only wanton need in their place and Gladio's pleas rise in volume as he makes them.]

Fuck - yes! Been craving your cock... since term started. I need it, Ravus. Need to cum on your fat cock - need it to split me open. [Gladio's cheeks blaze an impressive shade of red as he continues, panting breaths punctuating each phrase.]

Gods - mount me... Fuck me like the slut I am - [He can feel Ravus' length poking at his thigh and keens. It's so hot, so hard, and he needs it inside him now.]

Fill me - Fuck me!

I bet you would have let me take you right there on the lawn...

[He slides his fingers out and grips Gladio's hips with both hands, squeezing hard enough to bruise as he hauls Gladio to his cock.

Ravus lines himself up and shoves in unceremoniously.]

Look how eager your body is for my cock. Shameless. Wanton.

[Ravus would never be so rough with a woman, but Gladio's no lady, and he's tough enough to take it. So he thrusts in as deep as he can, and starts up a punishing rhythm.]

Fuck, how's a slut like you so tight?

[He's not going to last long like this, but at least from the way Gladio is panting for his dick beneath him, he's guessing it's going to be mutual.]

[Gladio would have let Ravus take him right there in the frat house, on the couch and in front of the other grad students, but Ravus doesn't need to know that. Hell, he probably already does.

There's no whine as talented fingers leave his hole because he grunts appreciatively when he's manhandled closer to Ravus and he tries to get himself together when he feels the tip nudge at his entrance, tries to control his breathing for even just a moment. It's all for naught because the instant Ravus' cock rams into him he screams the older man's name and arches his back, arms folding so that he's now completely face-down and ass-up.]

Ravus--!

[He's been more than half-hard since those fingers breached him and now it throbs painfully, slapping against his stomach as it bobs harshly with each brutal thrust and adding a softer sound to the smacking of skin against skin echoing throughout the opulent room.]

So... good- [More complicated words are beyond him now, Gladio's entire brain high on the ecstasy coursing through him and drunk on the spikes of pleasure each time his prostate is nailed exactly right.]

Close - wanted you... no one else... Fuck yes, right there - harder!

[Gladio can't get it together enough to say that he's been wanting Ravus' cock since the semester's start and that he hasn't let anyone else fuck him since that day on the quad, but it's okay. Because the heated coil in his belly is almost painfully tight and that means his release is close.

He does his best to shove himself back onto Ravus, in time with the TA's thrusts, and starts rolling his hips in an attempt to increase Ravus' pleasure, to drive him closer to the edge as well.]

C - h-hah - [No breath left to warn, Gladio lets go and roars as he cums - cock completely untouched.]

[Dirty talk gives way to animalistic grunts as their frenzied rhythm drives Ravus closer to orgasm. Gladio's wild bucking adds to the delicious, almost painful friction of their bodies.

When Gladio comes, Ravus gives a few last frantic thrusts into the tight, throbbing heat. He's gripping Gladio's hips so hard, he's sure his fingerprints will be visible tomorrow. He buries himself in deep with a shout, and comes.

Gladio's ass is milking his spent cock, and Ravus feels every muscle in his body tremble with satisfied exertion. He slumps against Gladio's back, then rolls to the side to lie on the bed until his limbs decide they'll support his weight again.]

[When Ravus's thrusts become more frenzied, Gladio knows the TA is close and that knowledge only seems to prolong his own release. He sees white by the time his orgasm subsides and is only dimly aware of unceremoniously dropping fully onto the bed once Ravus flops on top of him.

As awareness gradually returns, he relishes in the way his hips throb with the promise of dark bruises and the feel of wetness seeping out of his ass sends a thrill through him - wait, Ravus hadn't grabbed the condom? Bold.

But Gladio knows that he is clean and doubts that Ravus would forgo a condom if he himself wasn't, so great is the admiration and affection he has for the handsome Tenebraen.

With his breath mostly caught he tries to speak, hoarse voice rasping like a file over metal.]

Wanna share some more of that wine?

[Ravus glances over Gladio's body and sees his cum dribbling out of his hole where his skirts lay still shoved up over his hips.]

Fuck. [He can't believe he let himself.... He's never forgone protection before. He must be more drunk than he thought.]

Stay here. [He pushes himself up, body protesting the movement when the bed is so soft and inviting, and forces himself to cross the room to the bathroom. He commandeers a wet washcloth and a towel, and returns to bed.

He's not enjoying a leisurely post-coital drink until he's cleaned up the awful mess he's made. Nudging Gladio's legs apart, he wipes away the evidence of his orgasm.]

I've been tested. I can send you a copy of the results tomorrow.

[No more knight and harlot nonsense now. Ravus is back to being all business.]

Ravus - [He barely finishes saying the name before Ravus is up and out of the bed.

For the love of the Gods, he just wanted something to wet his mouth and the wine is closer than the sink. Plus it's delicious and that rather frenzied fuck made him sweat out his buzz so he's not worried about getting drunk.

But he can't quite get himself to slide over to the other side of the bed so he can pour them both a glass. And apparently Ravus has some hustle when he's annoyed because he's back in an instant with supplies to clean up, which Gladio finds somehow endearing.

Until his thighs are shoved unceremoniously apart and he's cleaned with simple efficiency and nothing more.

So much for tenderness - it seems like his all-work-no-play TA is back in full force.]

I'm clean too and I'm betting you'll want those results. I'll send them tomorrow. [Gladio grabs the towel from Ravus' hands with a little more force than he intended and worked on drying himself off. Because if Ravus wanted all-business Gladio would provide that in spades~~because he was absolutely trying to hide his hurt~~.]

Knowing what I do about you I doubt you'd have forgotten the condom if you weren't clean, no matter how drunk you were. So no, I don't need or want your results. [Forcing himself to his feet he eyes the rumpled and stained sheets. He'll have to change them before sleeping in them. Which means Ravus either leaves now or showers first.

Damn his gentlemanly nature.] You may as well shower, Ravus. You wouldn't want to do the walk of shame reeking of sex and wine.

[Okay, there's some added snark in there. But he's honestly too irritated to care and he purposely avoids Ravus' gaze.]

[Ravus' eyes narrow.] I don't want your results, Gladio. I could have hurt you. I owe you proof I didn't put you at risk, fucking you unprotected.

[He's embarrassed and furious at himself for being so irresponsible, and growing irritated at Gladio for being overly trusting of the people he hooks up with. The idiot is going to get himself hurt.]

You don't have to play host. Just tell me how to open your door without signalling the alarm and I'll go.

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

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