sonoftenebrae | College AU

[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.]

[Gladio's presence is overwhelming, behind him and around him and inside of him. Each shuddering thrust flattens Ravus against the window, pinning him tight before drawing back for another lurch forward. He should hate it, being handled so.]

More. [He demands. Ravus shifts his hips, rubbing his cock against the back of the couch for any friction he can get. He can't recall ever being this desparate to come, not even in his teenage days.]

Come in me, give it to me, put your fucking back into it....

[He's not paying any attention to the words he's gasping out as Gladio fucks him, an alternating stream of pleas and demands. His brain is entirely switched off, and he's running on pure animal drives. If he had a hand on Gladio, he'd be scratching at him, but in the position they are in, all he can do is grasp at the couch as Gladio rocks him back and forth with the strength of his thrusts.]

[Ravus' pleas and cries drive Gladio wild and he slows down his next series of thrusts, opting to drive harder and deeper. For a moment he wonders about the window - if it will break, if it will bruise Ravus - but the dull thumping of his body against the glass pane has escalated to loud slamming and Gladio decides he can always replace the window if he needs to.

He uses his hands to push and pull Ravus' hips in time with the harder thrusts, gripping him tighter just in case the window actually gives (it shouldn't, considering what it's made of, but best to be careful).

His panting is hot on his lover's neck and Gladio plants open-mouthed kisses along Ravus' jaw.]

Fuck - [Gladio wants the world to know Ravus is his. And he wants the world to know that only he gets to make Ravus look, sound, and feel like this.

Tugging back roughly on bruised hips, he brings one arm across Ravus' chest to press Ravus flush against his chest and wraps his other hand around Ravus' cock. He makes sure to keep his pumping in time with his thrusts, even while he pistons his hips faster, the slapping of their skin filling the apartment.]

That's it, Ravus. Cum for me.

[Gladio punctuates the growled command with a harsh pinch to one nipple as he bites the other side of Ravus' neck. Now the man will have identical lovebites on each side of his graceful neck.]

[There is nothing Ravus can do but cry out and come under the full-scale assault Gladio launches on his nerves. Being fucked and stroked and bitten all at once overloads his senses, and he shudders and bucks. Cum spills onto the couch, and Ravus's body goes slack like a puppet with snapped strings.]

I think...I'll keep you.... [He murmurs, delirious with bliss. He leans his head back against Gladio's shoulder, baring his throat. Gladio can use him and mark him however he wishes.]

[Having Ravus go boneless against him is a feeling Gladio will cherish for years to come. It's not just because he feels cum painting his hand, not just because he is the one to pull such an orgasm from Ravus - it's because that type of sagging only occurs in the impossibly satiated. And because the bared neck is a pretty damn good sign of trust.

He gives the man a moment, less than a minute, really, to get his bearings. Nosing Ravus' cheek, Gladio plants a series of kisses from the corner of his mouth to right below his ear.] Gonna fill you up...

[Gladio wipes his hand on the couch, resolving to clean it tomorrow or the next day, and returns it to Ravus' hip so that he can thrust hard and fast as he chases his own release. It doesn't take long. He'd almost gone over the edge when Ravus came but managed, just barely, to maintain control.

His hips stutter and he cums with a rumbling growl, his whole body going taut as he spills inside his lover's tight channel. He continues rolling his hips as he cums, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the bared neck.

When he relaxes he does it in stages. First he lets his arms drop, gently circling them around Ravus' hips. Then he shifts his weight backwards and tugs Ravus back, pulling him away from the foggy and cum-painted window and easily taking on more of his weight. The last thing he does is pull out, moaning as his softening cock drags against Ravus' inner walls, and drop to his knees.

Gladio's hands hold Ravus steady as he eyes the TA's hole.] I'm gonna clean you up real good, Ravus.

fuck... [Ravus hisses as Gladio pulls out. His body is over-sensitized, and every touch is almost overwhelmingly intense. Cum drips from his hole, and he shudders.

Gladio's tongue is going to wreck him, but he can't say 'no' to the unrestrained pleasure the action will give him. Because damn it, he has worked himself to the point of exhaustion knowing this night would be his reward at the end of all of it.]

Do it. [His voice is a hoarse croak. Ravus spreads his thighs, giving Gladio room to work.]

Mmm - [As soon as he gets consent, Gladio spreads Ravus' cheeks and licks a long stripe from his sac up and over his hole. The flat of his tongue catalogs the texture and taste of the skin hidden within that crevice, memorizing all of it.

He focuses his attention on Ravus' entrance with an appreciative moan, the tip of his tongue wiggling inside and immediately lapping at the cum waiting to drip out. The taste of his own spunk mingles deliciously with that of Ravus's ass and Gladio can't get enough.

He pushes his tongue deeper, swirling it around to collect every last bit of cum, and starts pressing Ravus harder against his face as slurping sounds fill the room. With a wet smack, Gladio pulls away and wipes his mouth. Ravus' hole is sloppy and wet and honestly, he kind of really wants to fuck it again. But there are other things to do first.]

Delicious. [He purrs, hands caressing every inch of skin he can reach.]

Think you can walk? Or am I carrying you to bed?

[Every swipe of Gladio's tongue sends electricity shooting up Ravus' spine. His eyes water, and he has to fight to keep from trembling as Gladio presses further and further inside. He bites his lip to silence the cries that threaten to spill out.

He's not sure how Gladio can do such a thing with wild abandon, let alone make cheesy comments afterwards.]

I...[his voice cracks, and he has to swallow and start again.] I can walk. Give me a moment.

[Walking is the last thing on his mind, and his legs protest the thought of it. His pride wars with his blissed-out muscles, but eventually wins out. He pushes himself to his feet, only slightly unsteady.]

Lead the way.

[Gladio smirks at the way Ravus' voice catches and uses an arm to steady the well-fucked man. The smirk becomes a smile as he takes Ravus' hand and guides him back to his bedroom. Once there, Gladio playfully pushes Ravus onto the bed and walks to the nightstand that boasts two wine glasses and an open bottle of wine breathing in an ice bucket.]

Don't get too comfy - wouldn't want you t'fall asleep on me again.

[He winks as he backs out of the room, quickly grabbing the fruit plate he'd left wrapped in the fridge and returning just as quickly to hand it to Ravus.] I'll be right back.

[Disappearing once again, the sound of running water filling the tub echoes within the spacious bathroom and trickles into the bedroom and Gladio finally joins Ravus on the bed. He plucks up a slice of mango and closes his eyes as he savors the juicy morsel, tongue swiping his lower lip after he swallows.]

This what you were hoping for? [The question might sound a little on the nose, maybe even sarcastic, but Gladio put his all into planning tonight and he wants to make sure Ravus is both enjoying himself and pleased with the effort he's put into this evening.]

[Ravus flops down into the bed and drags a hand across his face.] I heard no complaints last time.

[He grumbles, but accepts the plate. Berries and slices of fruit are carefully selected and nibbled at. When Gladio returns, Ravus follows up the mango with a strawberry held to Gladio's lips for the taking.]

It's been a satisfactory fulfillment of a promise. [Ravus won't say 'perfect', if only because he wants to leave Gladio room for improvement. Besides, he has the feeling that any inch Gladio is given will be pressed until it becomes a mile. He delivers the assessment with a haughty air, but he is also leaning in toward Gladio, tracing his lips with one finger to wipe away the shimmering blend of fruit juice and saliva.]

[Lust-laden eyes smolder as Gladio sensually accepts the strawberry, tongue curling around the fruit and brushing against Ravus' fingertips before pulling the sweet berry into his mouth. Lips quirk into a smirk under Ravus' finger and when he finishes eating the strawberry he sucks said finger into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and lips before letting it slide out.]

Only satisfactory? [He raises an eyebrow in mock offense.] Guess I'll have to work a little harder.

[With that he hops out of bed and grabs the wine glasses, bringing them into the bathroom as the sound of running water cuts off. Strangely, Gladio exits the bathroom without the glasses.

Sauntering confidently towards Ravus, Gladio grabs the bottle of wine in one hand offers his other hand to the gorgeous man on his bed.]

C'mere. I have a surprise for you.

[If Ravus takes Gladio's hand, he'll be led to the bathroom. Once inside, he won't be able to miss the large bathtub filled with steaming, fragrant water. The vanity and window-sill are full of lit candles and they cast a warm glow about the tub. Resting atop the tub, curled securely over the edges, is a tray just large enough for a bottle of wine, two wine glasses, and the small plate of fruit.]

['A surprise for you' in the bathroom is not anything Ravus thought he'd hear on a date, but he lets Gladio pull him along.]

The night is not yet over, and I do not plan on grading you. You're my vacation from that.

[It comes out touchy. He's already told Gladio he plans on keeping him around. Ravus isn't going to wax poetic about his lover for the rest of the night.

Especially not when there is still so much left to do. He eyes the tub, the wine, the candles. Damn, it looks relaxing.]

If I was, this would be worth extra credit. [He acquiesces. On the way to the tub, he swipes a hair tie from the bathroom counter and pulls his hair into a messy bun. He sighs contentedly as he steps into the tub, the warm water melting away any lingering waspishness from Ravus' demeanor.]

[Ravus gets an eye-roll for his comment about grading. Gladio isn't looking to be graded at all - his own sarcastic question having been an attempt at humor. He'll have to smooth his lover's ruffled feathers, though he knows the bath will help with that as well.]

Just want to make sure you are enjoying yourself, Ravus. [Who the hell allowed this man to look so good with his hair up like that? It's unfair in the most tantalizing way, amber eyes drawn to Ravus' graceful neck as Gladio feels a burning need to kiss and suck at the skin there.

Instead, he grabs an over-the-tub pillow and places it under Ravus' neck, fingers grazing the places he wants to kiss, and starts massaging Ravus' shoulders.] Figured you could use somethin' like this too.

[And though he yearns to join Ravus in the bath, Gladio decides to wait until he's invited. Because this truly is something intended only for the man currently sagging into the scented water.]

You couldn't tell from me orgasming on your couch?

[The response is muttered. Ravus has his eyes closed and his head leaned back against the pillow, relaxing and breathing in the scented steam.]

Yes, just like that. A little lower. [He urges as Gladio kneads his shoulder muscles. He was going to ask if Gladio was getting in with him, but he's not going to turn down a massage.

Maybe he can kill two birds with one stone, though. He lifts one leg out of the water.]

Get in. You can do my calves next.

[Gladio smiles wryly at Ravus even though the man can't see it. Just because he came on his couch and window doesn't mean he's enjoyed the other parts of the evening, but Gladio can see what the TA is getting at.

He decides to leave it there, happy to know that his date has enjoyed the night so far. And with a hum of acknowledgement, Gladio moves his hands lower and kneads a little harder as he feels the days (weeks?) worth of knots slowly loosen and unravel underneath his fingers.

How the hell is his skin this soft? Does he use special lotion? Is it his body wash? Or maybe it's just genetics. Whatever it is, Gladio is all too eager to continue touching Ravus and chuckles warmly as he steps into the tub and sighs as hot water laps at his body.]

Must've been a tough few weeks with finals followed by grading. When's the last time you had a massage anyway?

[Tan hands slide up from the sole of Ravus' foot over his calf and to the back of his knee before starting to gently roll the pads of his fingers over the tendons. As he moves his hands, he positions Ravus' foot against his chest and turns his head to press a kiss to the heated skin of Ravus' ankle.

Then he slowly works his way down Ravus' leg, relishing in every pleased hum and sigh that leaves his lover's lips as he works away Ravus' soreness and tension.]

[Ravus sighs and slides back against the tub as Gladio massages his calf. He rubs his free foot along Gladio's side, feeling the hard warmth of his rippling muscles.]

I do not have a masseuse in Lucis. The last time...would be before I left Tenebrae.

[Gladio's hands and lips are heavenly. The tension melts away, and Ravus doesn't even try to hide his moans and gasps.]

Tell me, what do you like? Tomorrow, you are getting it.

[If Ravus wasn't so tired and committed to getting fucked tonight, he would be on his knees, trying to suck Gladio's soul out through his dick to show how pleased he is with Gladio's performance so far.]

[Ravus had gone this entire semester without a massage? That bordered on barbaric, especially given the stress of doing graduate work while also doing the work of a TA for multiple classes.

Gladio decides he'll be Ravus' masseuse, but he'd tell the man that later. Much later. Preferably tomorrow.

He lets out a pleased rumble, chuckling low in his throat, as he puts the first leg back into the soothing water and reverently lifts the other.]

I like a lot of things. [Soft kisses grace each toe and the foot's sole.] I like books, movies, theater, cars, you... [A kiss brushes Ravus' ankle as Gladio's fingers begin digging into the muscles there.

And ever the romantic, he can't stop himself from making his request for the morrow.]

If it so pleases you, Highness [A flirtatious wink follows the honorific.], I'd love to have you all to myself tomorrow.

[And the next day. And all the ones that follow.

The massage continues, expert hands making short work of Ravus' lower leg and finally working the meat of his milky thigh.]

[Ravus tries to relax into the tub and sip at his wine, but every hard press into his tense muscles has him gripping tight around the glass. The man is thorough. Ravus can feel the tension being forced out of his body.]

I suppose...it could please me...to clear out my calendar.

[The whole day is written off as 'hybernating' in his planner, but Gladio doesn't need his head to get any bigger. The man is already massive.]

I am, essentially, offering you a carte blanche. I hope you do not presume I do so often.

[His answering smile is hungry.]

Then I'll be sure to make it somethin' special.

[Gladio's hands shift from massaging to caressing as thick fingers brush along the inseam of each juncture of thigh to hip, softly grazing the most intimate creases. Every so often he lets his fingertips graze Ravus' sac or his cock, hoping to coax the man to hardness for their second round of the night.

With a smirk, Gladio used the water to his advantage and slid his hands underneath Ravus, cupping his date's ass and kneading the flesh there.]

Wanna finish this massage on the bed?

[Scented and warmed oil is already waiting on the nightstand, and there are towels within reach of the bathtub. Though Gladio really doesn't give a damn if his sheets get wet - they'll be busy long enough for them to dry before they go to sleep.]

[Ravus could stay in this tub until the water goes cold, but if Gladio is eager for more fucking, he's amenable.

He takes one more bite of the sliced fruit before untangling his limbs from Gladio's to stand. Water sluices down his body, his skin flushed pink from the heat of the bath. His cock is half-hard from Gladio's teasing, reviving now that he's rested from their first round.]

We have all night. [He points out as he runs a towel over his dripping body before wrapping it around his waist. He steals a second towel and holds it open to begin toweling off Gladio. Gladio's done most of the work so far. Ravus can summon up the energy to dry him off before Gladio gets them all sweaty again.]

[Gladio lets Ravus rise first, unashamedly admiring how the water slides and drips down the toned, pale body before him. And he smiles softly at the gesture of the open towel, standing up and stepping carefully out of the tub so that Ravus could dry him off.

Feeling dry enough, Gladio takes the towel from Ravus' hands and drops it on the floor. He splays one hand on Ravus' lower back and brings the other up to tangle in the hairs at the base of Ravus' skull before pulling the man closer, pressing their bodies together.]

We do, don't we.

[Gladio brings their lips together in a slow, lazy kiss. He takes his time feeling the Tenebraen's lips move against his before swiping his tongue across their seam so that he can taste the lingering traces of wine and fruit on Ravus' tongue. And as their heated kiss continues he holds Ravus closer, growling at the towel that's keeping him from feeling all of Ravus.

The hand at Ravus' lower back tugs on the towel and Gladio pulls back enough to whisper against Ravus' lips.] You won't be needin' that anymore.

[As Gladio leans back from the kiss, Ravus raises an eyebrow at the towels Gladio leaves balled up on the floor. It's his apartment and his towels, though, so Ravus says nothing.

Stepping over the discarded cloth, Ravus makes his way to the bedroom, stopping at the door to turn and shoot a teasing look back at Gladio.]

Very well. Come warm be up before I catch a chill.

[And with that, he ducks out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom.]

[He'll put the used towels where they belong later. There are more important things right now.

Gladio darts after Ravus, a predatory smile on his face, and once he enters the bedroom he saunters towards his date and gently grips his hips.]

How can I warm you up if you're all the way over there?

[Pulling Ravus flush against his body, Gladio slides his hands down to firmly cup Ravus' ass and he kneads the pert globes almost desperately as he kisses and nibbles at Ravus' ear.] My bed is even warmer...

[He starts pressing forward, slowly walking them towards his bed without breaking contact - he enjoys the feel of Ravus against him far too much.]

[Ravus is about to say, 'You're a smart boy, you can figure it out,' but Gladio does just that.]

Your bed...a novel concept. Whatever could we do there?

[That comes in a teasing deadpan breathed into Gladio's ear. The backs of Ravus' legs brush against the bed, and he sits, pulling Gladio with him.]

[Once they reach the bed and Ravus pulls Gladio down onto it, the tattooed man pushes so that Ravus lies flat on the mattress and Gladio hovers above him.]

Oh there's lots of things I can do to you. [His smirk is positively devious.]

Tonight you're all mine and I'm going to take you apart piece... by... piece...

[The last three words are each punctuated with open-mouthed kisses to Ravus' neck, and he nips and sucks at the skin there when he finishes speaking.

He uses one arm to hold himself up and his other hand wanders, fingers tugging at one of Ravus' nipples. Gladio plans to completely destroy Ravus for any other man and now he's finally in position to properly worship the older man's body.

So he does, lips and tongue tracing from Ravus' jaw to his collarbones where he pauses to admire the body under his before resuming his adoration.] You're irresistible. Delectable. Perfect.

[His lips finally trail to the neglected nipple and his teeth and tongue lave the bud with the attention it's been lacking.]

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