sonoftenebrae | College AU

College AU

[Most students out on the quad sit on the lush grass or spread out towels or blankets to lay on. Ravus has appropriated a chair from one of the academic rooms and set up a tv tray table as a makeshift desk under a tree at one end of the green. He has a stack of papers spread before them, which he descends upon with a red pen.

He wouldn't be out here at all, this close to exam-grading deadline, but Lunafreya had come to his tiny dorm room and stubbornly demanded he leave before he turned into some sort of cave-dwelling goblin. ~~It was not his fault he was in a basement room, that was where he'd been able to secure a single in the grad complex.~~

Out on the quad, students jog, walk, lounge, strum at guitars, toss frisbees back and forth, and do all sorts of other activities that are infuriatingly distracting. Ravus scowls to himself. The ones in his class might not be so carefree if they could see him grading these abysmal midterms of theirs.

Ravus pauses his work to rub at his temples, then gather up his hair into a messy tail to get it out of his face. It is so much easier to concentrate when he's shut away. The gorgeous weather, the sounds of others enjoying their Friday afternoon, they just serve to make Ravus more dour. He still has two classes' worth of exams to get through.]

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[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.]

[Gladiolus is a force of nature, and Ravus couldn't move him if he tried. What he can do is clench his muscles around Gladio's dick in an attempt to spur him on. It just seems to make Gladio double down on his stubbornness.]

As if...you aren't...panting for my ass...just as much...as I am for your cock...

[Fleurets do not lose. Ravus is prepared to show Gladiolus Amicitia just how stubborn he can be...and then the sheet tears. It's almost like a switch is flipped when his hands are tugged up and bound tight above his head. He shudders.]

...I can't....You can't.... [His brain is short circuiting. Coherent thought takes a monumental effort. His pupils are blown wide in his mismatched eyes, and his cock feels impossibly hard.]

...you could have me all night... [His voice is soft, almost dreamlike now. It's not the point Gladio was trying to make, but it's the thing Ravus is latching on to. He is tied up in Gladio's bed, and Gladio could do this to him all night.]

...I am at your mercy. You could have me...any way you wanted...

[That sounds so good. So easy. Gladio has him spread wide, split open. Ravus doesn't have to fight this exquisite torture . He lets his head drop back into the pillows and moans.]

You want me, and you have me. Take me.

[Hearing Ravus' voice suddenly soften makes Gladio's eyes go wide and his heart stutter in his chest. This is not a Ravus he's seen before, and he looks intently at his lover to ascertain if anything is wrong or causing him distress. But the way the older man relaxes and the encouraging moan that escapes him is more than enough for Gladio to know that Ravus is more than okay, and Ravus' words are the closest he imagines the man will come to begging.

A victorious and feral smile curls his lips and he pulls out entirely and leaves the crown of his cock pressed against Ravus' entrance, this time not as torture but as preparation. And this time when he leans down it's to capture his partner's lips in a kiss far too gentle for their positions.] You're mine.

[The words are as much a question as they are a statement. Here, in his bed on this night, Ravus is undoubtedly his. But he wants to claim Ravus completely, to claim him beyond tonight.

Gladio doesn't wait for a response. With their noses touching, each breathing the other's air, he slides fully inside of his lover in a smooth thrust. The next kiss he takes is more forceful, more dominating, and he pulls away to tower over Ravus again.] And I take care of what's mine.

[He grips Ravus' thighs hard enough to bruise, needing to keep Ravus in place, and pulls out almost entirely before slamming his hips forward, a resounding slap echoing in the room drowned out only by his pleased groan. He repeats this a few times, each thrust harder than the last as though he's trying to push the very air out of Ravus' lungs, and it's only his grip on the pale thighs that prevent his lover's body from moving up the bed.]

Gods look at you. [A powerful thrust that rips a growl from Gladio.] Spread like a greedy slut... [Another thrust, this one angled perfectly to nail that sweet bundle of nerves inside Ravus.] Let me hear how much you love this.

[The sight beneath him is something straight out of his wet dreams, beautiful alabaster skin flushed red and a pretty pink hole stretched around him, heterochromatic eyes glazed over with pleasure and plush lips parted in bliss. He rolls his hips, using his cock to massage Ravus' prostate, and toys with the cock ring.

Part of him wants to undo it, to make Ravus cum and then fuck him boneless without regard for the overstimulation because the greediest parts of him wants to tear as many orgasms from Ravus as possible. And part of him wants to leave it there until Ravus begs to cum, until all the man can think about is the orgasm the ring is holding at bay.

But Gladio's control is wearing thin and he wants to start properly fucking Ravus' soul out, so he needs to decide soon.

He decides to keep using his cock to tease and rub at Ravus' prostate, never once thrusting properly, and to continue fingering the cock ring until Ravus begs. Because the man will eventually beg for one thing or the other, and Gladio will more than gladly reward his lover with exactly what he asks for.]

[Ravus' instinct would normally be to tighten his hold around his lover's hips and kick and buck to spur him into action. Instead, he lets his thighs drop, spreading himself wide for Gladio to plunder.]

I'm yours. I love it. Don't stop.

[He gasps out the words between thrusts. It's not normally like this. It has never been like this. Ravus can't describe the feeling, of being overheated and gasping, yet feeling eerily at ease. There's no need to worry. His pleasure is entirely in Gladio's capable hands.]

Make me come. I need it. [He turns his head away, choking out the next word.] ...please.

[Each breathy word spurs him on and Gladio's eyes never leave his lover's face, watching carefully for any sign that whatever they're doing is too much for Ravus.

But he can't help it when his eyes flutter shut the moment the plea leaves Ravus' mouth. He doesn't think he's ever heard the man say the word 'please' yet here, in this moment where Ravus is quite literally laid bare beneath him, the word finally tumbles from kiss-swollen lips.

Without missing a beat Gladio swoops down to kiss the corner of Ravus' mouth before sweeping kisses across his cheek and towards his ear.] Anything for you. [Gladio's voice is a heated whisper, and unabashed adoration spills from him as he continues with a litany of praise.]

Beautiful... so fuckin' gorgeous like this. [He increases the speed of his rolling hips, starting to thrust shallowly.] Letting yourself be so open... so vulnerable... [The fingers that had been toying with the cock ring find the latch and rest against it.] So good for me, askin' all nice.

[Gladio starts thrusting in earnest now, one hand more than enough to keep Ravus from moving as skin slaps against skin, and finally releases Ravus' swollen and weeping cock from the cock ring.] Cum for me.

[The command is soft steel, whispered with the sharp edge of authority, and it pairs perfectly with a thrust that has Gladio's cock once again nailing Ravus' prostate.]

[Thank the Astrals that Gladio's walls are sound-proofed, because Ravus cries out with ecstasy as Gladio plows into him.

The orgasm that tears through him the moment the ring is released is akin to a religious experience. Ravus transcends to another plane of existence in that moment, one of pure white light and overwhelming pleasure. He is vaguely aware of the noises he makes as he returns to his shuddering body, because his throat feels raw.]

Gladio...Gladio...Astrals, fuck...

[Everything feels smoldering hot and intense and balancing on the knife's edge of too much to take. Gladio's cock is overstimulating every nerve in his body, but the thought of him pulling out and leaving Ravus hollow and devoid of that burning heat is unimaginable.]

...come in me, fill me, do it...

[Watching Ravus come undone like this is indescribable. The sounds coming out of his lover's mouth are raw and and everything Gladio has ever dreamed of hearing but better.

And when Ravus flies over that edge, painting both of them with his release, Gladio keeps thrusting. Keeps hitting that sweet spot with grunts and snarls as he focuses on prolonging Ravus' orgasm even has he feels his own orgasm building.]

Gods Ravus - [He immediately shuts up when Ravus starts speaking and the heat pooling in his lower belly rises to an inferno.

Ravus is using his nickname. And now he will never hear it again without thinking of how it sounds right here in this moment as a thoroughly blissed out Ravus wantonly pleads to be filled.]

Fuck yes! [Gladio somehow manages to increase the pace of his hips and he knows Ravus will have bruises tomorrow but now it's time to take what he wants, what he needs.

And he needs to give his lover what he so beautifully begged for.] So good. Gonna fill you up - hnng...!

[With a final, bed-rattling thrust, Gladio's orgasm rips through him and he cums with a thunderous roar. His cock pulses as he fills Ravus' ass for a second time that night and his vision blacks out momentarily.

When he regains the use of his brain, he realizes that at some point between nirvana and waking he leaned down to attach his lips to Ravus' neck. And when he pulls back he sees the rapidly darkening mark he's left behind. Whatever. Ravus can yell at him in the morning.

Thoroughly sated and unwillung to pull out of his lover, Gladio flips them over as he flops onto the bed. Ravus is a welcome and warm weight atop him and Gladio wraps his arms around the older man. One hand immediately starts carding through silver locks.]

Astrals... you are perfect...

[Ravus' body trembles from exertion. He wasn't even the one moving, just receiving.

...just the one begging...

He tugs at the ripped sheets around his wrists, freeing his hands from the makeshift binding. Gladio's softening cock is still inside him, keeping him unbearably full.

His frantic heart rate should be slowing down, but it doesn't. He begged. It's never been like this. It's too much. He can't breathe with Gladio wrapped around him, feeling every empty space.

Ravus pushes up on his knees, off of Gladio's dick. Seed dribbles out of him, down his thigh.]

Let me up. I need your bathroom. [He wiggles against Gladio's grip on him. He needs to clean himself up, make himself presentable again, get a little bit of space between himself and this giant, impossible man before he starts freaking out. He begged. No one has ever made Ravus Nox Fleuret of Tenebrae beg. He hates it.

He...thinks he hates it....

...he needs a shower and room to breath before he can figure out what he feels about any of this.]

[Gladio basks in the afterglow of intense lovemaking for all of three seconds before he feels Ravus moving. At first he thinks it's to return the embrace but when he realizes it's to free his hands, the undergrad flushes with embarrassment - he should've done that immediately. He knows about proper aftercare, dammit, and a mind-blowing orgasm is no reason to throw that out the damn window.

But then Ravus is pulling himself up and off and in the span of a minute Gladio is suddenly alone in his bed as the bathroom door closes with a sound that drives a spike of fear through him.

Was he too rough? Had Ravus not actually wanted or enjoyed any of this? Shit, did Gladio only see what he wanted to see, what he'd hoped and prayed to see? Did he hurt Ravus? Was Ravus more affected by the alcohol than Gladio thought? Astrals... had he... had he basically raped him? Confusion and guilt surge through him and he wants to be sick.

Jumping to conclusions is never good, but this reaction is beyond unexpected and it leaves Gladio reeling.

With a deep, shuddering breath, he sits up and grabs some wipes. First he cleans himself off and tosses both the wipes and the remains of Ravus' restraints in the trash. He needs to change the sheets and, after putting on some loose sweats and a soft, well-worn tank top, he remakes the bed with fresh linens. Anything that can be put in the wash is, including Ravus' socks and underwear, and a fresh glass of water is placed on the nightstand along with a few pieces of fruit.

The last thing he does is grab the overnight bag Ravus brought. Padding softly towards the bathroom door, he knocks hesitantly and opens the door just a crack - just enough to let his voice be heard.]

H-hey... I, uh, 'm putting your bag right inside the door here.[He opens the door a bit wider to slip the bag inside before immediately closing it almost entirely.]

There's some stuff on the nightstand for you, if you want it when you're done. I'll... I'll be outside on th' balcony so... yea.

[He probably sounds pretty pathetic right now but he wants to reassure Ravus however he can. All he wants to do is hold the man and whisper apologies and adoration to him but clearly Ravus wants space and Gladio will give him as much as he possibly can, considering they are at his own apartment.] Just... [Fuck he must've really done something wrong. He needs to clear his head and figure out what.]

M'sorry.

[Closing the door softly, he pads over to the nearly invisible sliding doors and opens them to step outside. On nice days he does yoga and meditation out here, so this space is already set in his mind as a place to let everything else fade away. Without care for the chill, Gladio sits in the lotus position and immediately starts to think, going over every single detail of their evening from the moment Ravus arrived to the second he made an almost panicked escape to the bathroom.

Time falls away and he could stay out here all night. If Ravus decides to leave, as Gladio fears he will, Gladio just might spend the night lost in thought on his balcony high above the rest of the world.]

[Ravus turns the water to the hottest setting and steps into the shower. His whole body feels frozen without Gladio's heat against him.

...what is he doing? What are they doing? Ravus receives as often as he gives, but he's never subservient. He never needs someone else.

He hears Gladio's sad puppy voice at the door, and he shrinks into himself. Ravus fucked this up, and somehow the thought of disappointing Gladio makes his stomach turn.

He lets the water scald his skin for a few more minutes. It doesn't help. He turns off the water, towels his body and hair dry, and ignores his bag in favor of a robe he steals from Gladio's rack.

Barefoot and still pink from the water, he tugs open the balcony door. Gladio seems far away, distant, and Ravus' heart aches.

He doesn't need Gladio's approval, or his warmth, or his strong arms wrapped around Ravus' waist like steel bands...

...he doesn't need any of that, but he feels empty and alone without it.

Ravus sits beside Gladio and scoots to lean against his side. ]

I didn't mean to....

...It's cold. Come to bed.

[Gladio's so deep inside himself that even his unconscious mind fails to register the soft slide of the door and the shift in the air as a body settles next to him. It's only when that body leans against his that he very abruptly snaps back into awareness.

Wide eyes take in the form of Ravus wearing his bathrobe and he hopes the image of the fluffy, pure-white cotton cocooning the Tenebraen never leaves his memory.]

Ravus... [His hands twitch, but he doesn't let them move.] I should've - I'm sorry. For whatever I did to hurt you.

[Gladio doesn't really feel the cold but he can see how pink Ravus' skin is and knows that the wind, soft though it is, can easily chill freshly heated skin. So he heeds Ravus' request and gets to his feet. Only habit has him offering his hand for Ravus to take - Gladio himself doesn't think he deserves to touch any part of Ravus after causing him to run for the shower like that.]

You should have some of the fruit. And the water. They can help with... the ... after.

[He still hasn't quite figured out what he did wrong, but the least he can do is take care of Ravus.]

[Ravus snorts.] As if you could hurt me.

[He narrows his eyes at Gladio. What is the fool apologizing for? Ravus' reactions are his own, and just because he is feeling odd and vulnerable, it doesn't mean Gladiolus did something wrong. Ravus is annoyed that Gladio would think that.]

Come to bed. [He repeats, taking the hand and giving it a none-too-gentle squeeze. It's cold out here, and his feet feel like ice already.] I don't need you to fuss over me. I need....

[He doesn't know what he needs, or why he reacted like he did, and it in equal parts scares and annoys him.]

...I need you to come lay down with me so I can think. [When he's warm and curled up beside Gladio, maybe he can make sense of all of this.]

[If he hadn't somehow hurt Ravus, physically or emotionally, Gladio wonders what set the other man off like that. Unless... no, that couldn't be it. All things considered their "scene" wasn't even that involved so it couldn't be something like sub-drop, could it? He realizes he doesn't know as much as he should, as he thought he did, and decides to look into it. Hell, this could be something as simple as Ravus not bottoming very often. It's not like Gladio knows everything about his previous sexual adventures.

Right now, though, he is being ~~ordered~~ asked to go back to bed with a beautiful man that he wants to care for and fuss over. The squeeze to his hand doesn't even faze him but he recognizes it for what it is and pulls the older man to his feet.]

Okay. Let's go... [Gladio doesn't let go of Ravus' hand as the re-enter the bedroom, using his free hand to close the door behind them and to pull down the covers before falling into the bed and tugging Ravus along with him.

He wraps himself loosely around his lover's body and noses into the back of Ravus' neck, pulling the covers back up to encase them in a soft warmth.]

... I like havin' you here... in my arms.

[Ravus keeps his hold on Gladio's hand as he curls up on the bed. As much as he tends to bristle away from gratuitous contact, he needs that hand in his to feel grounded.]

That was...good. I was good. [He says into the empty space in front of him.] You liked it.

[He tries not to give any indication he needs reassurance. Statements of fact only. Gladio's warm bulk against his back is a constant reminder of his presence. Ravus made that man come hard. He's not sure why his heart is craving Gladio's approval.]

It's never...been like that before. [He's bottomed, but he's never surrendered himself. Ravus has always had control. This is uncharted territory for him.]

[Gladio softly squeezes the hand still in his and presses chaste kisses to the nape of Ravus' neck.] You were perfect, that was amazing, and I loved it. Thank you... for trusting me with that part of you.[His free hand slips under his lover's head and curls up to play with silver hair, fingers gently curling soft strands and faintly scratching at the Tenebrean's scalp.

He figures that Ravus hasn't ever begged, and if that's true then Ravus probably hasn't given up control like that either. His heart soars at the thought that he was trusted enough, that he was the first one gifted with Ravus' submission, and he vows to treat that trust like the precious gift it is.]

As long as you enjoyed it. You did like it, at least at the time... right? [He needs to establish that first, because if Ravus hadn't enjoyed it then there's nothing else to discuss because Gladio refuses to push or force something like that.]

[Ravus purrs his approval of Gladio's praise and shifts to nestle into the curve of Gladio's body more snugly.]

It was good. Intense. Just what I needed.

[Anything else he is going to say on that topic is forestalled by a yawn. He is well and truly exhausted.]

Sleep. You have a reward to claim in the morning.

[Gladio's lips quirk up into a smile against Ravus' neck as he tenderly assists Ravus with his nestling, gently pulling him closer and tangling their legs together. He also sighs in relief, a soft exhale ghosting over his lover's skin. Next time he wants to see if Ravus looks as adorable as his yawn sounds.

His own exhaustion claimed him nearly immediately after such intense lovemaking, so Gladio's eyes slide shut and his breathing evens out rather quickly. But not before he whispers possibly the cheesiest, lamest thing he's ever said and meant with his whole heart.]

Wakin' up t'you 's all th' reward I need. [Sleep slurs his words but he's reasonably certain Ravus understands them.

[Gladio sleeps more soundly than ever and wakes up slowly, refusing to open his eyes until absolutely necessary.]

[Ravus snorts. Are all the boys in Lucis as stupidly earnest as this one? If he'd known, he'd have visited much sooner.

Being beside Gladio is like curling up beside a furnace, and he falls asleep with sore muscles soothed by the heat.

Usually, Ravus gets himself up early for classes, but this weekend is about indulgence. He'll sleep until his body or the one beside him wakes.]

[As he wakes, Gladio becomes blissfully aware of the man still sleeping beside him. His lips curl into a fond smile and he slowly props himself up on one elbow to better observe a completely relaxed Ravus Nox Fleuret.

In sleep he is equally stunning as when awake, though the creases from irritation at students or peers are absent from Ravus' face as he dozes and he looks somehow softer, almost delicate. But Gladio knows that Ravus is far from a delicate flower and warmth floods him as he remembers their date and their night together.

With morning's arousal still lingering, and memories further igniting his ardor, Gladio presses his hips to Ravus' behind and slowly grinds his semi against his bedmate. He also leans down to press a soft kiss behind Ravus' ear.]

G'morning gorgeous. [The words accompany a hot breath puffed over said ear.

Despite his lazy grinding, Gladio isn't trying to push for morning sex - though he won't say no if Ravus is interested. He simply wants the other man to know that his desire hasn't faded and that he thoroughly enjoys waking up with Ravus beside him.

A large hand combs gently through silken hair as his voice rumbles.] You're beautiful when you sleep.

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

Sorry not sorry

OMG is he going into a subspace?!?!

maaaaaaybe

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Afterglow? What's that?

Cue confusion and angst #topdrop

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