sonoftenebrae | College AU

Nice. [Gladio chuckles at that.] That's a good word for it.

[And he absolutely is showing off. He fully intends to woo Ravus right off his feet ~~and straight into his bed~~ and, considering their respective statuses outside of campus, this sort of show is expected (by either the recipient or the public). But Gladio is more than happy to spoil the TA - he truly feels that there is something between them beyond fantastic sex.

The drive goes smoothly, traffic fairly light, and halfway through Gladio decides to alleviate his burning desire to touch Ravus by placing his hand on one trouser-covered thigh.]

I don't think I was part of the welcoming committee then - too young or somethin'. So I never got to meet her but I've heard wonderful things about her. Might have to tag along on Noct's next official visit to Tenebrae... [Gladio absolutely doesn't squeeze Ravus' thigh and inch his hand a fraction of a centimeter higher. Nope.]

Hope you aren't too hungry. We're getting a special menu for only three courses. [The shortened menu also has nothing to do with getting back to his apartment at an earlier time. Nothing at all.]

[Ravus shifts in his seat, opening his legs a little wider to give Gladio more room to slide his hand.]

My mother has offered to host the prince for a year abroad in Tenebrae if he wishes it. After Regis made the arrangements for Lunafreya and myself to study here, she thought it only fitting to return the favor.

[Ravus hasn't heard what the royal family has decided yet, but there's potential for quite a few visits if it ends up working out.]

If I had to suffer through sixteen courses, I'd fall asleep before we reached dessert and be banned for life.

[And with the way he's pulling a hand over Gladio's and urging it upward, it should be pretty obvious Gladio's not the only one with an eye on the clock.]

[Fuck he's never been happier for his impatience.]

I'll have to ask around about that. Maybe Noct will need a personal security detail to accompany him. [Gladio smirks at that and follows Ravus' unspoken ~~demand~~ request. His hand easily makes its way higher, finally settling at the juncture of hip and leg, and his fingers ever so slightly brush against his date's dick.

Which of course makes his own cock stir with interest.]

That would be a shame. [His voice deepens, getting huskier.] Dessert is the best part.

[He allows himself one full brush of his palm against Ravus' clothing-trapped cock before he parks the car at the restaurant's valet station. With a parting squeeze to the highest point of Ravus' thigh Gladio exits the car and immediately walks around to open the door.]

Won't you please allow me to escort you? [His best courtly manners on display, Gladio holds an arm out for Ravus and offers the man a gentlemanly smile.

When the valet gives him a ticket he tosses them the keys and nods politely. And then they walk inside Crystalline Chrysalis and are greeted by a serene hostess who guides them to their table.

To their extremely private table, separated from the rest of the sophisticated establishment by shoji doors adorned with delicately painted butterflies and cocoons amidst a forest with a tranquil river running through it. Thankfully the tables are modern so the two don't have to sit at seiza.]

Our head chef will be out to provide you with your dining options this evening. You will find the requested bottle has been breathing the proper amount of time and in the center of your table along with two glasses. Once you have made your selections, a server will bring you a carafe of water, water glasses, and more ice. If you gentlemen require anything else, please push the button by the door and someone will come to assist you immediately.

[Clearly she's practiced that speech a lot because she delivers it in a voice equal parts soft and firm.]

Thank you for choosing Crystalline Chrysalis.

[The shoji door closes quietly and the two men find themselves alone in their private dining room.]

May I take your jacket, Ravus? [Gladio's eyes gleam as he asks, knowing that Ravus understands exactly what was involved in getting reservations here, in this room, with quite possibly the rarest Altissian wine breathing on the table.

Showing off? Definitely. Expensive? Beyond what most could measure. Worth it?

Without a doubt.]

[Ravus takes Gladio's arm. Etiquette dictates so, and besides, Ravus is impressed at the lengths Gladio has gone to for this date. No ordinary student would have the means or the connections to demand a special menu in a private room in this place.]

What was it you mentioned earlier about business casual? [He murmurs as he turns to let Gladio remove his jacket. At least with the doors between them and the rest of the restaurant, the crest of Tenebrae won't make a stir as it is exposed.]

You really spared no expense, Mr. Amicitia.

[He takes a seat and slips one foot out of his dress shoe. As Gladio sits across from him, Ravus lets his foot find Gladio's and begin to rub against his ankle. Between the table cloth and the room dividers, he's confident enough that the action won't be observed by anyone else.]

Wine? [He asks with a grin as he inches his foot higher up Gladio's leg.]

I have an in with the head chef, who is the owner as I'm sure you know. So if you hadn't been so prepared with all your formal clothes we could easily have shown up in business casual. [Gladio realizes his first statement probably sounds incredibly haughty and his hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck as he chuckles.]

Er, what I mean is... I wanted our first date to be here and would have found a way to make it happen no matter our attire options were.

[He hangs both their jackets on the coat rack and joins Ravus at the table, smiling softly.] It's Gladio, Ravus. Or Gladiolus if you refuse to shorten my name.

[Anything else he has to say dies at the feel of a socked foot slowly climbing up his leg. So that's how they are going to spend this dinner. Smirking, he spreads his legs a smidgen wider and lets out a breathy moan as that teasing foot continues to rise.

He nods silently and holds his glass up for Ravus to fill. Just as he sips the wine, the door slides open and the head chef appears to go through their special menu and its options. The two men make their selections and suddenly their private room becomes privy to a sensual game - Ravus teasing Gladio with his foot and Gladio responding in kind by making the most lewd sounds of appreciation with each bite of food, which he makes as sexually charged as possible.

Dessert is the most fun, Gladio thinks. Because he laps at the decadent chocolate sauce remaining on his spoon with long, filthy strokes of his tongue. And he swirls each spoonful of ice cream in his mouth as though he were savoring a wholly different treat - one he very much wants to experience again.]

Did you enjoy the meal? What do you think of the wine?

[His cheeks are flushed and his eyes have darkened with want but somehow Gladio manages to maintain a straight face and keep his smile from looking too hungry.]

Yes, I've witnessed your persistence. [He should add something like, 'I hope you didn't go to too much trouble', but honestly, Ravus finds the thought of Gladio laboring to arrange this in order to impress him intoxicating. Ravus knows his own worth. A man should go to some troubles in order to woo him.]

I think the man who has the head chef waiting on him in a private room merits a title of respect. 'Gladio' bowled me over in the lawn while I was grading papers. 'Mr. Amicitia' escorted me by the arm into the city's finest restaurant...and is going to escort me back to his home.

[He raises an eyebrow and gives Gladio's thigh a hard press with the ball of his foot, baiting him to disagree.

As much as he is eager to get back to the apartment, he's enjoying this game. He savors the meal, drinks freely from his wine glass, and watches the show Gladio puts on for him.]

My grandmother used to say there is no good wine outside of Tenebrae. I believe she has finally been proved wrong.

[He smirks.] Perhaps we should stay longer and order a second bottle. [He's absolutely teasing, sensing how impatient Gladio is becoming.]

Hey, I managed not to run into you. [He can't contain his smile or his rumbling laughter.] And Mr. Amicitia is my father. Can't you accept that Gladio is both your escort to this fine establishment and also the guy that wooed you with his renegade-frisbee catching skills?

[Gladio's eyes remain warm, igniting to a more heated stare when Ravus' foot presses harder against him.

His eyes narrow when Ravus mentions staying longer, his control snapping for a moment, and in the blink of an eye Gladio stands and moves around the table. Standing behind Ravus' chair, he wraps one arm around Ravus' chest and leans so that his other hand can palm his date's cock through his perfectly tailored trousers.

Lips grazing Ravus' ear as he speaks, Gladio lets his voice dip lower to a gravely rasp.]

If we stay one second longer I will bend you over this table and fuck you hoarse.

[He gives the ear a teasing nip before going back to his seat, smirking but otherwise acting as though nothing had happened.

Mercifully the check comes after the Amicitia heir returned to his chair and is paid immediately, with two bottles of the wine ordered and waiting for them at the front door. Gladio rises and once again moves to Ravus' side, offering his arm and keeping both of their jackets draped over his other arm, keeping the boutonniere on display despite the folds.]

Would you care for a nightcap at my apartment, Ravus?

[Gladio's eyes glitter with promise as he continues to act like a perfect gentleman, making a formal offer of continuing their evening together in the complete privacy of his home.

He will break every speed limit to get back to his apartment if when Ravus accepts the request.]

I think after our last date, I've earned the right to call you whatever I please.

[He seems to recall that 'naughty wench' and 'slut' had made quite the impact on the gentleman across from him.

After Gladio's little stunt, which does not make Ravus throb with arousal, he's ready to go as well.]

Yes, your apartment, take me. [He commands. Gladio takes care of the check, and Ravus lets him as if eh expects men to spend extravagant amounts of money to woo him. From the looks of his apartment, he's assuming Gladio can handle it.

The valet brings the car around, that damned car that is basically sex on wheels.]

Put the roof up. [Because he's absolutely going to be feeling Gladio up on the ride home, and the rest of the world doesn't get to see that.]

[Gladio's cheeks flush darkly and he thanks the Six for Crystalline Chrysalis' dim lighting. The valet takes care of opening the trunk and setting the two wrapped bottles carefully inside while Gladio opens Ravus' door and takes the fleeting privacy of that moment to whisper into his date's ear.]

Oh, I will take you. Over and over and over again.

[He presses a heated kiss to Ravus' neck before pulling back and closing the passenger door. After generously tipping the valet Gladio enters the driver's side and immediately puts the roof up. In no time at all the the car purrs as they drive back to Gladio's apartment.

And though he is fully capable of driving a stick-shift, he has never been happier to drive an automatic than he is when his right hand finds Ravus' thigh and squeezes it.]

I can't wait to peel these off of you. [His voice is already husky, laden with desire, and honey eyes dart over to look at Ravus.]

You're mine tonight, Ravus.

[Gladio savors the name as he says it, drawing it out in a breathy growl, and steps harder on the gas pedal.]

Promises, promises. [Ravus mutters as Gladio shuts the door. The moment Gladio has the roof closed and his ass in the driver's seat, Ravus fumbles for Gladio's pants to unzip him. He's not going to make Gladio come on the way home, but he's damn well going to tease him.]

Then get me home, Gladiolus.

Shiva's tits! [Yes, he expects some teasing. He does not, however, expect for Ravus to open his trousers and fish out his cock.

Driving under stressful circumstances is something he's had some training in but he doubts his father or the Royal Family ever planned on having those lessons used while the driver is being fondled. Keeping his eyes on the road and letting instinct guide him, Gladio uses one hand to help Ravus before threading their fingers together.]

Fucking hell... you're insatiable. [He gives Ravus' hand a squeeze before letting it go, knowing it will be better to keep both hands on the wheel if he's to truly enjoy the sensation of being touched while driving.

The world outside becomes a blur as Gladio pushes the car faster, breaths coming heavier with every touch.]

You're better be able to satiate me...

[He runs his hand up and down the length of Gladio's cock.]

I'm holding back, you should know. I could be sucking you off right now.

[But if Gladio even puts a scratch on this car, it would be a tragedy. Plus, if they get into a wreck, that will delay him getting fucked.

They make the drive in record time. It's amazing what a man can do with the proper motivation.]

[In order to avoid getting them into a wreck Gladio can't bring himself to respond with anything other than grunts and moans. Perhaps they could revisit Ravus sucking him off while he drives at a later date.

Right now he focuses on getting them back to his apartment faster than legally allowed. Thankfully he's not pulled over and as soon as he parks in the private parking deck (and in one of his own personal spots) Gladio pins Ravus with a lustful stare.]

I'll do more than satiate you. [The gravelly basso of his voice reverberates through his chest as he growls.

Barely tucking himself back into his pants, he practically throws himself out of the car and gathers the satchel and both bottles of wine in one arm. With the other arm Gladio takes both of their suit tuxedo jackets and throws them over his shoulder.

Considering the teasing through dinner and during the drive, he surmises that Ravus won't be too put out if he doesn't offer his arm. Instead, Gladio grabs Ravus' hand and threads their fingers together as he drags the man into the elevator.

He doesn't bother waiting for the doors to close before kissing Ravus hungrily, pushing the older man against one of the cool metal walls and grinding against him.]

[Ravus lets himself be dragged into the elevator and crowded into the walls, and he parts his legs so he can ride one of Gladio's thighs. This is exactly what he needs tonight, after weeks of stress and self-denial. He needs Gladio to take the reins and fuck him until he can't move, to work all of the tension out of Ravus so he can collapse and get some rest.

He's already ready for Gladio's cock. The plug he worked into himself earlier has been a constant pressure and a promise of things to come. Now if the damned elevator would just move so they could get to the main event. Ravus whines into Gladio's mouth, making his impatience known.]

[Pulse pounding, Gladio eagerly swallows Ravus' whine and presses the meat of his thigh higher and harder against him. He feels the hard length grinding against his quad and moans, biting at Ravus' lower lip before pulling slowly away as the elevator comes to a stop.

Gladio crushes Ravus against him with one arm, spins, and forcefully shoves Ravus towards the far wall of the hallway - the one with his door slightly further down.

There's no time to worry about how his date feels about such rough treatment because in the blink of an eye Gladio closes the distance between them and works his way between Ravus' legs, encouraging the older man to wrap them around his hips.

And as they near the door Gladio prepares his hand for the combination and the first part of the bio-metric lock. To make sure his eye is clear for the second part, he tears away from Ravus' lips and starts nipping and sucking at his neck, his hand coming up to tug at moonspun hair (both to tease his lover and to keep his eye visible to the scanner).

The door shuts as soon as it opens and Gladio pins Ravus to it, dropping the satchel and their jackets unceremoniously on the ground and, with a bit more care, setting the wine bottles on the table conveniently placed next to the doorway so that he can use both hands now to firmly grasp and knead at Ravus' ass.

He ruts up against Ravus, cocks brushing through their trousers, and gives that pert bottom a squeeze as he pants into one ear.]

Better start strippin' before I rip this tux off of you.

[Gladio's already toed off his shoes and is deadly serious about physically tearing the well-tailored outfit off of Ravus. He has enough money to replace it and enough connections to have that replacement tomorrow if that's what Ravus wants.

Normally he's far more gentle in bed but this has been building for months and Ravus, so far, hasn't protested.]

[Ravus isn't used to being man-handled. He's not against it, but he's usually not with someone who's able to haul him around so easily.

But Gladio is fucking ripped, and Ravus wraps his legs around him and grinds against him right there in the hallway. He's not into displays in public, but he's too hard to think properly. If Gladio has any worries about how Ravus will respond to rough handling, Ravus' moans and the scrape of his nails up and down Gladio's arms should put that to rest.]

Tear my suit and I'll punish you, Amicitia.

[He kicks off his pristine polished dress shoes and leans forward to nip at Gladio's neck. It would be easier to strip if Gladio gave him some room, but Ravus is making an effort to slither out of the layers of fabric.]

[Grunting with pleasure and tilting his head to give Ravus better access to his neck, Gladio leans more of his weight against Ravus, pinning the other man to the wall with naught but his chest. As long as the legs around his waist stay firmly in place there's no danger of Ravus falling while Gladio fiddles with his belt and trousers.

He smirks once the offending garment is pushed low enough for him to wiggle out of them, the belt clanking as the pressed pants pool around his socked feet. Not wanting to part from the hot body writhing against him, Gladio uses his hips to hold Ravus in place and leans back enough to work the buttons of his waistcoat. And the moment that joins the puddle of fabric on the floor he slowly starts undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, tongue running lewdly over his lips as he puts on a show.]

Next time.

[Next time they had sex? Or next time they wore suits?

Gladio doesn't specify and to him it doesn't really matter. What matters is slowly revealing taut, perfectly carved abs to his date's eyes and, when the last button opens, slowly peeling the fabric of each sleeve over his muscular arms until he drops the fabric to the floor.

Now standing in naught but his silk boxer-briefs and his socks, Gladio lets his eyes rake heatedly over Ravus.]

Fuck m'gonna take you in every room. [Not tonight, probably, but eventually.

He wants the sight, sound, scent of Ravus in this state to linger throughout his apartment.]

But first... [There's no warning when he grips Ravus' ass in both hands and moves them closer to the couch and growls into Ravus' ear.]

I want to taste you.

[All of the selfies Gladio has sent Ravus for the past month are nothing compared to seeing him stripped down face to face, feeling the hot tanned skin beneath his fingertips. Gladio's hands squeezing his ass moves the plug inside of him, and Ravus' muscles go weak.]

Then put me down and get on your knees.

[It's hard to give orders when you're practically begging to be fucked, but damn it if Ravus isn't the type to make the attempt.]

Undress me...properly. This suit is...a royal raiment of Tenebrae....I could have you arrested if you destroy it....

[That is a load of lies. There's no such law, and if there was, Ravus is out of his country. But this while date has been a series of power plays, flashing their statuses at one another to get the upper hand. Ravus will surrender to Gladio's ministrations, but he's going to make the Amicitia work for it first.]

[He obeys readily and sets Ravus down on the couch, fingers immediately springing into action and unbuttoning Ravus' waistcoat and dress shirt. Though he's moving quickly, Gladio takes care to not tear any part of the tux. As more and more alabaster skin reveals itself to his hungry eyes he lets his fingertips tease and caress every inch, his lips quirking into a smirk when he notices how Ravus reacts to such touches.

And though Ravus isn't as built as Gladio, the brunet appreciates the still-muscular just leaner body of the man before him. He also appreciates the flush beginning to creep across said man's chest.]

You're so fuckin' beautiful.

[Blazing lips descend to a perfectly rosy nipple and Gladio lifts one hand to pinch and tweak at the other, wanting to coax a few more pleasured sounds from his date.

After deeming he'd paid enough homage to Ravus' chest, he licks a trail down to the hem of Ravus' pants at which point he works those open eagerly yet just as gently as he worked the shirt and vest. And when he slides Ravus' pants off he tugs the underwear along with it.

Gladio's mouth waters now that he's face to face with Ravus' hard cock and he licks his lips before placing open-mouthed kisses around its base.]

... perfect. [Yes, Gladio tends to spout praise while bedding someone and he's not at all ashamed about it. His nose fills with Ravus' musky aroma and the smell makes his cock twitch. Yea, he wants more of this.

But does he want it from sucking Ravus' cock or .... calloused hands trace along plump cheeks and one finger slides deftly along Ravus' crack and pauses at the feel of something distinctly not-fleshy. Heart pounding, Gladio raises molten eyes to question Ravus.]

You're wearing a plug?

[A bead of precum soaks into his underwear.]

[As soon as Gladio gets Ravus' pants off, he wraps his legs back around Gladio. Enough teasing. His fingers tangle in dark strands of hair, pushing Gladio's mouth harder against his skin. 'Eager' doesn't even begin to describe the level of Ravus' need.]

Yes...I've been ready for your cock all evening.... You could have taken me right there in the restaurant...or in the car...or on the elevator....

[He bucks his hips, needing Gladio to touch him more, whether it be his cock or his ass.]

But we are here now...so you'd better stop making me wait...and get your cock inside of me....

[Ravus' legs are a vice around him, squeezing him deliciously and pressing him closer to the man's most intimate parts. Gladio's eyes burn hotter with each missed opportunity that's dangled over his head so he sucks a dark bruise into the pale skin of Ravus' inner thigh in retaliation, fingers grazing the plug's base as he teasingly tugs on it.]

So eager for my cock? [He playfully husks.] You'd let me fuck you silly right here, wouldn't you. On this couch with the window behind you. So everyone knows that you are mine.

[They aren't questions and each statement is punctuated with a nip to various areas around the base of the plug and the base of Ravus' cock.

Gladio's lips split into a sultry smirk as he slides a sleek box out from under the sofa. Opening it, he takes out a bottle of lube and a condom, holding the latter up with an eyebrow raised in question. While he hasn't been with anyone else since the Halloween party, and been tested again just to further make certain that he's clean, he'll let Ravus choose whether or not he goes bareback.

Ravus' ass, Ravus' rules.]

You could press me up against that window and fuck me...but I doubt you'd like sharing me with the onlooker below...

[His fingers tighten their grip in Gladio's hair.]

I don't care...what you put in me...or where you do it...just do it. Do. It. Now.

[He unhooks his legs and shifts to flip himself over onto his stomach. The movement puts pressure on the plug, and he moans again.]

[Ravus is mistaken if he thinks Gladio won't fuck him against that window. Because as long as no one else touches what is his he'll let them look at what is his, and he'll always let them look as he takes what is his.

Gladio can't tease his date any longer, not when a perfect and plugged ass is presented so perfectly. He surges forward and tugs the plug free, immediately replacing it with his tongue. Lube is by no means his favorite flavor, but he'll be damned if he misses any opportunity to taste his lover's ass. Curling his tongue as he thrusts it, Gladio searches for Ravus' prostate and relentlessly abuses it once he finds it.

His hands busy themselves with lubing up his cock, and Gladio pants against Ravus' hole. He's been ready to take this man since that day in the quad and now he finally can.

He pulls away from his date's hole, pausing to admire the spit- and lube-slicked entrance as it twitches, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before lining himself up. When he leans forward to rasp into Ravus' ear, his cock nudges at Ravus' hole and Gladio groans.]

Fuck... M'gonna make you scream. [Teeth scrape at Ravus' neck.] And if you're good I'll show whoever's lookin' that you're mine.

[One hand grips Ravus' hip hard enough to bruise and the other tugs his hair to tilt his head up - to make sure he sees the handful of people milling about on the ground 10 floors below them.

He bites down on the pale flesh in earnest as he snaps his hips forward, fully sheathing himself in velvet heat with one thrust.]

[Ravus pushes himself up further and lets his forehead press against the glass, cold against his flushed skin. He hisses as the plug is drawn out, and he whines as Gladio's tongue slips in.]

Fuck...fuck! [He thrashes as Gladio pushes in deeper, sliding his cheek against the glass, smudging it with sweat and puffs of hot breath.]

Yes, fuck me, I've been waiting for it....

[And Gladio obliges him. He drives in with no hesitation, and yes, Ravus does scream. This, this is what he'd been craving all month.

The glass he's pressed against begins to warm from his body heat, making the onlookers below look hazy and far away. Ravus is vaguely aware that they are there, but his focus is narrowed to Gladio's cock throbbing inside of him. He pants out Gladio's name against the pane like a prayer.]

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[This is what he's craved, what he's dreamed of, and his cock throbs with each noise Ravus makes.

Lips curl into a snarl as Gladio drags his hand from Ravus' hair down his neck, over his shoulder, and between his chest and the tempered glass until his fingers find a nipple, which he pinches and rolls. His other fingers flex, nails now digging red crescents into Ravus' hip, and his pace increases.]

Look'it you... takin' my cock like you were born for it. [He drags his hand from Ravus' hip to his ass, pulling one cheek to the side to better view how nicely the TA's hole stretches around his dick. Of course his nails leave crescents here too.

By the end of the night, Ravus will bear a multitude of Gladio's marks.] So tight even after being plugged for hours. [He grunts and thrusts hard and deep, the loud smack of skin against skin only overshadowed by the loud thunk of Ravus' body against the window.] Fuckin' hell -

[This isn't the time for gentle sex - that can come later. He's too riled up.

With a growl, Gladio grabs both of Ravus' hips and starts pounding into him, every thrust coupled with the sinful slam of Ravus against the window. Words become more difficult to form so Gladio lets his lips and hips do the talking, sucking at his lover's neck and shoulders while rolling his hips each time they push flush against Ravus' ass.

He knows this first round will be short, probably for both of them, because of all the teasing of the evening (and of the previous months) and he wonders if Ravus will paint his couch and window untouched. Not that he'd mind pumping Ravus' cock to completion, it would just be a minor victory to make the older man orgasm without touching him.]

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Wanna gloss over the eating part?

I'm cool with that!

<3

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