sonoftenebrae | College AU

[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.

[Ravus shifts his body closer to Gladio's as he awakens, sleepily gravitating to the heat and grinding. He feels lazy, his muscles sore but not unpleasantly so, the ache a reminder of a night spent in perfectly pleasurable exertion.]

You've no need of flattery. I told you, you can have me any way you want this morning.

[His voice comes out in a sleepy drawl, though Gladio's movements are bringing him into wakefulness.]

Though with the amount of energy you put into it, I'm surprised you don't want breakfast before you ravish me.

[He welcomes the closeness, arms winding loosely around Ravus to bring them fully into one another's space.]

And if I want you for breakfast?

[The question is a purr, Gladio's hand teasing along Ravus' hips. He can't imagine a better way to pamper and pay loving homage to the man who's stolen his heart.]

[Ravus lets out a long sigh and tilts back his head to bear his throat.]

Ah, now there's the catch. I've been waiting for it. A cannibal. I suspected you were too good to be true.

[It's all deadpan joking. It looks like all it takes for Ravus' sense of humor to surface is a night of rigorous pounding. Who knew?]

[A bark of laughter escapes Gladio, his heart warming further as his lover's sense of humor thoroughly washes over him. Gods, this man is an absolute gem.]

Yup. Why else would I have such state of the art security? Can't let my prey escape once I catch them.

[Even as he teases right back, his hands dip lower and lower until they slide into Ravus' sleep-pants to palm his cock.] And I think I know exactly where I want to start my feast...

[Gladio's lips and tongue play with all the skin they find along their descent, his free hand tugging on Ravus' pants in order to shimmy them down just enough to free his prize. As he slides down the bed he takes the covers with them, wanting Ravus to watch. He nuzzles into one hipbone, nose brushing the silver hair surrounding the base of the rapidly hardening member still trapped beneath his palm. There's an audible inhale, Gladio shuddering as he savors the musky scent.]

You smell delicious, Ravus... [Honey eyes, pupils already blown wide with want, look up.] Won't you let me have a taste?

[He moves his hand as he asks, lips barely brushing over the head of Ravus' cock, hot breath ghosting over the heated skin.]

[Ravus lifts his hips so Gladio can strip him.]

Straight to the main course, you uncultured barbarian. [He teases with words as Gladio teases with feather-light touches on his cock.] At least you appreciate a fine cut of meat when you find one.

[Humble, Ravus is not. He knows he's not just a snack, he's a fine dining experience.] Go on, then. Eat your fill. I'm trapped here at your mercy.

[There's not a shred of shame on Gladio's face when Ravus teases him, only unbridled want.]

Don't mind if I do. [Smirking, the brunet licks a stripe from base to tip and lets his tongue swirl around the crown before swiping over the slit to catch the hint of pre gathering.] Mmm. Definitely the finest I've ever had.

[He parts his lips slowly, licking them lewdly before wrapping them around the perfect cock in front of him and sliding down the shaft until his nose brushes soft silver. Gladio pulls up achingly slowly, savoring the flavor and heaviness in his mouth, until just the tip remains inside. Then he repeats his earlier motion, keeping an arm over Ravus' hips to prevent him from simply thrusting up and ruining his languid motions.

He'll keep it slow and heated for now. Simply bobbing gently and making sure Ravus enjoys the wet heat of his mouth and throat, Gladio moans appreciatively around the meat in his mouth.]

[Ravus lets his head fall back against the pillow. He moans, unabashed and unconcerned with being overheard. It's a perk of the apartment's abundant security features.

Gladio's mouth is lazy but no less exacting for it. The steel bar of an arm over his hips ratchets up the sensation. Not being able to move makes him want to fuck Gladio's mouth even more, and the desire simmers to a boil as Gladio slowly devours him.

He twists his fingers in Gladio's hair and gives it a tug.]

I thought you said you were hungry.

[He spreads his legs wider apart, a buffet to pique Gladio's appetite.]

[Fingers pulling at his hair makes Gladio moan, the vibrations traveling through the cock in his mouth before the brunet pulls off with a wet pop. He purrs, an appreciative rumble, when he sees how Ravus spreads himself further.]

Ravenous, my dear. Starving. And now you've added to my banquet... [Gladio presses the flat of his tongue firmly against Ravus' pretty pink hole and mouths at his rim, groaning at the flavor and teasingly wiggling the tip of his tongue inside. One hand slowly pumps at Ravus' cock, maintaining his earlier glacial pace, as he takes a few moments to sloppily eat his lover's ass.

Once Ravus' hole is covered with a layer of spit and slightly loosened, Gladio covers one of his fingers with a generous amount of saliva before replacing his tongue with a finger and mouths at Ravus' sac before resuming his earlier sucking. He knows that they'll need lube if he wants to genuinely finger Ravus so right now he simply searches for Ravus' prostate and "randomly" brushes over it at impossible-to-determine intervals.

Taking pity on his most likely flushed and very needy lover, Gladio finally removes his arm from over Ravus' hips and catches his lover's eyes. He winks, trying to show Ravus that he's ready for his face to get fucked.]

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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