sonoftenebrae | College AU

[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.]

[Ravus hooks a leg around Gladio's waist. He tilts his head back to give Gladio better access to his neck. The praise Gladio lavishes on him, Ravus accepts as his right. He is royalty, after all. Of course Gladio can't resist him.]

And you are wonderfully diligent. [He curls his fingers into Gladio's hair and directs him lower. His cock is fully hard, and he rocks up against the hard planes of Gladio's abs.]

[He hums in response, mind fully focused on Ravus' body and nothing else.

The hand in his hair gives him direction, but Gladio wants to explore more of this feast spread out below him. So he presses his torso down to give Ravus the friction he craves while twisting his head to kiss and nip his way down and across Ravus' chest and torso, tongue occasionally flicking out to soothe the delightful red marks left behind.]

Wanna taste every inch of you. [His tongue dips inside Ravus' bellybutton and he fights the sudden and intrusive desire to give the gorgeous man a raspberry.

Gladio lets out a huff of air as he files that away for things to do another time. Tonight isn't about playful sex, it's about leaving a mark and a lasting impression. He can goof around during sex once their ... whatever it is has been firmly established.

Now he's nosing at the deceptively soft trail of fine, silvery hair that leads to the cock he can feel throbbing against his muscular chest. He could make it easy, but he wants to reduce Ravus to a writhing, begging mess before anything else.]

[It should be very clear to Gladio which inches Ravus wants him to start with.]

Get on with it. [He hisses, trembling as Gladio's hot breath puffs against his skin. His fingers tighten in Gladio's hair.]

I bet...you can't wait...to get inside me again...

[Yes, Gladio is the impatient one here, it's not like Ravus is the one whose ass feels empty without the girth of a cock plowing inside of it.]

[It is absolutely clear which inches Ravus wants Gladio to start with. But he wants to drag this out as long as he can. Wants to hear Ravus beg to be taken.

He licks and suckles at the soft patches of skin just around the base of his lover's beautiful cock. Every now and then he'd even let his tongue dart out to tease the velvety hardness but he always keeps the contact too short and too soft.

With his mouth occupied for the time being, Gladio's hands knead at Ravus' thighs, his fingers digging into the meat there as his hands slowly moved higher and higher. Fuck he's so damn hard he could probably beat someone to death with his dick but his patience will be more than worth it.

The only skin left to worship is exactly where he knows Ravus wants attention.

So of course he pulls away to look up and smirk.] I can be a very patient man, Ravus. Sinking into your tight hole again will only ever be a reward for me, a sinfully perfect treat that I have to work for. The real question is how much longer can you wait to be filled again?

[His lips curl into a devious grin before he dives down and plunges his tongue into his lover's quivering entrance. Gods above this is ambrosia and Gladio will never tire of the feel and taste of Ravus' ass under his lips and around his tongue.]

[When it comes to games of teasing, Ravus is the master...so long as he is the one holding the reins. When he is not....]

I...fuck...was promised complete satisfaction...Gladiolus....

[Ravus is a prince, and is not used to being told 'no'. He shudders, writhing between Gladio's hold to try to find the friction he needs.

It would be easier to aim a withering glare at the younger man if Ravus wasn't completely flushed and panting.]

...what if I touched myself? What would you do then?

[He releases Gladio's hair and drags his fingers along his lower stomach. He doesn't want his own hand. He wants to spur Gladio into action.]

[Each twitch and shiver sends sparks of electricity down Gladio's spine and he shows his appreciation by pressing his tongue deeper inside his lover's hole. He knows Ravus wants more, that he wants to be filled and touched properly, and Gladio plans to oblige him.

Soon.

But his fun pauses momentarily when Ravus threatens to touch himself. That isn't allowed right now.

Gladio immediately pulls away from Ravus' entrance and catches Ravus' hands in his own, pushing until they're pinned above the older man's head and until his body hovers mere centimeters above the other. Burning amber bores into heterochromatic gems.]

I would have to punish you. [A deep basso rumble Gladio barely recognizes escapes him in place of his voice and he finds the rougher edge appropriate. Fixing Ravus with a smoldering stare, he continues.]

Be a good boy and keep your hands right there. [His eyes glitter dangerously as he reaches for the lube, one hand grabbing the bottle and the other dipping inside a drawer to retrieve something hidden. He quickly lubes his own aching length, using more than usual in lieu of fingering his previously-prepped (and fucked) lover open with lubed fingers, and positions himself at Ravus' entrance.

His tip nudges his lover's hole and Gladio lets it brush teasingly against the quivering ring. Then, without warning, Gladio slams his hips forward and moves one hand towards Ravus' cock. Not only is he now fully seated inside Ravus' perfect ass but he's also managed to capture Ravus' cock in a simple cock-ring.]

Now you'll really have to beg. [He stills for a moment, enjoying the feel of Ravus around him and the look of the man underneath him. The older man will, without a doubt, experience complete satisfaction.]

[Ravus arches up against Gladio as his hands are pinned. Punishment sounds promising....

He keeps his hands in place, purring his approval, waiting to be spanked or tied up or fucked hard.

The cock-ring, however, comes as a complete surprise. In the blinding burst of pleasure from Gladio's entrance, it takes him a second to realize what's been done.]

What? [His hands fly to Gladio's shoulders, disregarding his lover's orders. Ravus is good at games that he controls, not ones played by others.]

Gladiolus...[He shifts his hips, desperate for the friction of that goliath cock inside of him, but unable to take from it the relief he needs.] I. Do. Not. Beg.

[He barks it out even as he curls his legs tighter around Gladio and rocks on his dick.]

Th' way you're wiggling around down there proves otherwise. [Gladio isn't moving his hips at all, a monumental effort on his part, instead enjoying his lover's desperate attempts to get more without asking.

He is, however, disappointed that Ravus moves his hands even if it is to dig blunt nails into his shoulders. It's a pity he left the rope in the drawer, but there may be something else he can use...

While the comforter and top-sheet of his bed are incredibly soft cotton masterpieces, his current fitted sheet is a silk blend and sacrificing a sheet is worth keeping the upper hand. Plus maybe showing off his strength some more will make Ravus more pliant.] Thought I told you not t'move your hands.

[With a stern voice and steadfastly refusing to move his hips at all, basically using Ravus' ass as a cock-warmer, Gladio once more leans down so that their chests are pressed together. But this time his hands fist the fabric above Ravus' head. After some shifting he finally has the comforter and top-sheet out of the way and even his patience starts wearing thin.

He twitches his hips just a bit, to see what response that gets after no action on his part, and grasps the silken sheet in his hand. Gladio smirks devilishly and growls into Ravus' ear as he completely pulls out of the man's divine heat.]

I warned you, Ravus.

[The sound of tearing fabric fills the room and like lightning Gladio sits upright to dislodge Ravus' arms before tying those misbehaving hands together and using the excess to attach the bound hands to his bed's headboard.] Now you don't get to touch at all.

[Chuckling darkly, Gladio lines himself back up and this time only presses the very tip of his throbbing dick into Ravus' hole.

With minute thrusts he teases, meaty hands spreading Ravus' legs as wide as he can, just the head of his cock rubbing back and forth barely inside the rim. He makes a show of it too, tightening his abs and clenching his pecs all with a sultry smirk on his face.]

Your ass keeps tryin' t'suck me in you're so desperate for my cock. [A finger trails over Ravus' leaking length, a whisper-touch from base to tip.]

How long can you last like this? I'll go all night if I have to. [He pushes in slightly deeper now but pulls out entirely with every roll of his hips.]

But I think we both know what you want. [Gladio sheaths himself millimeter by millimeter at that, one slow and tortuous motion that even has him panting. But his control is legendary and he only lets them both enjoy the feel of his cock buried deep inside of Ravus before he again pulls out completely.

Only to begin teasing Ravus' rim with the head of his cock again.

His eyes glitter with lust and what's left of amber irises almost glow as he repeats his hedonistic torture. There won't be any proper fucking until Ravus begs.

Fair is fair, after all.]

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Holy hell it's a novel I'm so sorry