sonoftenebrae | College AU

[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.

[Clearly Ravus isn't getting the message that Gladio trusts him.

And Gladio is not about to let his guest leave without having him shower first. It's not playing host, it's being courteous dammit. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose before leveling a slightly calmer gaze at Ravus.]

Ravus. I might not know you as well as I'd like, but I do know that you wouldn't have forgotten the condom if you weren't clean - even if you were drunk and horny. So I don't need proof. [Gladio sighs again because he also knows that the man is unlikely to let this go.]

But if it makes you feel less pissed then fine, send them tomorrow. Now please, ease my mind about you walking home and take a shower before you leave. [He starts stripping the bed, praying Ravus acquiesces and just takes the damn shower.]

You're the one who needs a shower. [Ravus snaps. Ravus is a little sweaty, but not nearly as disheveled as Gladio, still in his dress.

The only way to really be on equal footing would be for Gladio to come inside of him, but Ravus doubts he could get it up a third time so quickly. He angrily pulls up the sheets from his side of the bed, just to give his hands something to do. He's not disappointed. He doesn't care that this is going so poorly. This is fine.]

What difference does it make to you if I wash up before I go?

Because you taking a shower gives both of us time to calm down. [Part of him wants to shout, but the words come out a lot more controlled than Gladio expects. Which is honestly amazing because he definitely inherited the Amicitia Anger.

But he doesn't want to be angry. He doesn't want this to be how their night together ends - with angry words and harsh actions.

Maybe the fact that Ravus, with no prompting, helps him with the sheets is a sign that Gladio can still salvage tonight.]

Besides, it's a really nice shower. You can set the water pressure hard enough that it's like a massage and I'm pretty sure this place has endless hot water. [Is he really trying to sell his shower to Ravus?

Yes. Yes he is.]

Plus I can have the music from earlier play in the shower. If you liked it. Or I can find something you like and play that through there. [Yep, the eager to please Gladio is back because he really, really wants Ravus to stay a little longer.]

[Gladio really doesn't need to do the whole 'fanciest shower in the city' sales pitch. He had Ravus at 'endless hot water'. Lunafreya had insisted on living in the campus dorms for the 'authentic experience', so Ravus had done the same, and the showers are weak and terrible. Next year, he's getting himself an apartment off campus.]

Fine. I'll take a damned shower. I don't need music, just find me a towel.

[He'll deal with putting dirty clothes back on when he finishes showering, even though he hates doing that.]

(OOC: ~~Next year he can live with Gladio~~)

[Internally, Gladio congratulates himself on convincing Ravus to take a shower. Because that means he's convinced him to stay longer and that is the real victory.] There are a bunch of clean towels in there already. Under the sink and on the towel rack. Can't miss 'em.

[If Ravus opts to leave his clothes outside the bathroom, Gladio plans on throwing what he can in the wash along with his sheets. The comforter can be done second and his own outfit is dry-clean only (except for the tights which will also get washed with the sheets).

But he doesn't want to look like he's waiting around to see what Ravus does with his clothes, so Gladio shuffles into the kitchen and comes back with an ice bucket into which he sets the wine. That done, he goes into the linen closet and pulls out fresh sheets, fresh pillow cases, and a fresh comforter and remakes his bed in no time.

The sound of the shower starting makes him grin and he tries his best ~~he really doesn't try at all~~ not to picture Ravus standing naked under the shower's spray.]

[Ravus enters the bathroom, still clothed, and eyes the bathtub longingly. He hasn't had a proper bath since the last time he went home.

The shower looks magnificent, though, and it will have to do. He tears his eyes away from the tub and strips out of his costume.

He means to have a short rinse, but the water pressure is perfect, and he can run the water as scalding hot as he wants. It's like heaven on his exhausted, still-shaky muscles. He lets out a groan and just stands under the stream of water for a few blissful minutes.

By the time his brain turns back on, he's already been in the shower long enough to be committed to doing it properly. Ravus uses the body wash, shampoo, and conditioner he finds on the shelves, and only turns off the water and steps out when he can't make any more excuses to stay in here longer.

In front of the steamed-up mirror, he towels himself dry and put his underwear and pants back on. He drapes his towel over his shoulders to catch the droplets still clinging to his hair. He'll pull his tunic on once his hair isn't quite so wet.

He's feeling lightheaded when he finally opens the door back to the master bedroom. The heat, the exertion, and the wine are all getting to him.]

I need...a glass of water...before I go.

[Iris is a goddess and he will absolutely be getting her something special for the Solstice Celebration this year because Gladio finds the makeup wipes she left on his dresser and he's finally able to take the stuff off his face. Wearing it wasn't that bad but it's been on him for hours and he can feel it running and clogging his pores, so he's more than happy to gently swipe it all away.

But now he looks ridiculous in his costume so he sheds that too, separating the pieces for dry-cleaning and the ones he can toss in with the sheets and putting his boots (yes, they're actually his) on the shoe rack in his closet.

Considering how long the shower's been been running, and knowing exactly how hot the water gets, Gladio decides to use another few makeup wipes to wipe the lingering sweat off of his body before he wanders naked to the kitchen and prepares a small plate of various fruits, nuts, and cheeses. Hey, he lives alone - he can walk around naked as much as he wants.

The plate joins the wine on the nightstand and he pulls on only a loose pair of sweats, leaving them to hang low on his hips, while he gathers up the laundry and starts the washing machine.

Gladio's just getting ready to settle on his bed when Ravus walks out of the bathroom and he's on his feet in an instant.] Shit! Here, sit. I'll get you some water.

[He's such an idiot! He should've known that the heat and wine would get to the TA in the shower and that all of it would add up to the man needing water, not more wine. With a full glass of water Gladio returns to the bedroom and presses the cool glass into Ravus' hands.] And you're in luck, I have some clean clothes that should fit you because you are not sleeping in those dirty pants.

[Hopefully Ravus won't notice that his eyes continually drop to the lean, sculpted chest that's on perfect display. Because holy shit he might write an email to Professor Highwind asking her to bar Ravus from wearing shirts to her class.]

[Ravus sits on the bed before he starts to sway. The mattress is so inviting. He's not sure when the plan shifted from 'shower and leave' to 'here are clean clothes to sleep in', but he's too dizzy to protest it. He takes the water and sips slowly.

Of course Gladiolus looks like some god stepped down from the pantheon in his low-slung sweatpants and sweat-slicked hair. He's got a little picnic for them on his bedside table. Who does that for their one-night stands? Who puts on clean sheets for them? A normal person would either collapse and untangle themselves wordlessly in the morning, or would do the sensible thing and call their hook-up a cab and send them on their way.]

Are you trying to date me? [He asks, incredulously. His dehydrated brain belatedly catches up to him.]

No, don't answer that. Go shower.

Uh - [That's Gladio's eloquent response to Ravus' question as his mind completely blanks. Because hell yes he wants to date Ravus - who wouldn't?

But this is so far from how Gladio normally tries to show someone that he's interested in a relationship that he isn't sure saying "Yes" would actually win him any points or, best case, win him a chance to take Ravus on an actual date.

So he stands there, staring dumbly at the gorgeous alabaster masterpiece currently seated on his bed, and tries desperately to come up with a response.

Luckily, the snark he not-so-secretly enjoys returns and now Gladio has something he can actually respond to.]

You're pretty bossy for someone who had to sit down before he fell down. [His smile is as gentle as his teasing and Gladio decides to make sure Ravus re-hydrates properly.] Lemme grab you another glass first and then I'll get cleaned up.

[In the blink of an eye he disappears only to reappear just as suddenly with a second glass of water, which he sets on the nightstand as well.] This way you don't have to get up if you finish that one before I'm done in the shower.

[Maybe Gladio's still a little buzzed because nothing else can explain what he does next.

He leans down and presses his lips to Ravus' in a chaste kiss that barely lasts half a second before he pulls back, blushing wildly, and turns on his heel to dash into the bathroom.

Maybe the shower can wash the stupid out of him.]

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

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