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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[Well. Ravus' ass is a meal Gladio is invited to partake of any time he wishes. Ravus' moaning ratchets up to shameless.]

...fuck, how are you real? How are you single?

[The thought is baffling and Ravus has less than half a brain cell to devote to it while Gladio has him spread open to devour.

Ravus is an opportunist, though. This campus's criminal oversight shall be his gain. This glorious man is giving him the go-ahead to choke him on his cock, and Ravus is going to snatch up the opportunity.

He grips Gladio's hair tighter and bucks into the tight warmth of his mouth. This can't last long, and Ravus is greedy for more, even while he's taking full advantage of Gladio's tongue and lips.]

Are you going to fuck me? You can.... You can flip me over and use me.

[He's single by choice, though he hasn't said as much to Ravus yet. Before meeting and wooing the man Gladio had been well acquainted with much of the student body, using his good looks and rugged charm to fuck his way through countless one night stands. None of them had ever made it into his apartment, the Amicitia heir not wanting to showcase his wealth to just anyone, and none of them had been anything serious.

Ravus is different. He's been different since Gladio first met him in the quad and with every interaction since then, Gladio's attraction to the man has grown.

As Ravus thrusts into his throat, Gladio moans and shamelessly humps the mattress beneath him. His eyes, closed in bliss as his mouth is fucked, snap open and bore heatedly into Ravus' after the man's deliciously lewd suggestion. After swallowing a few more thrusts, Gladio pulls his mouth off of Ravus' cock and growls.]

Turn over, babe. Get on your knees and spread that pretty ass for me. [His voice is sandpaper, courtesy of the face-fucking, and his eyes are molten as he slips out of the bed to rummage through the nightstand, making a triumphant sound upon locating the lube. Holding up a condom, he offers Ravus a moment to decide.]

Your ass, your choice. I'll fuck you into next week regardless.

[Gladio's throbbing erection twitches as he younger man watches Ravus get into position and he is less than two seconds away from simply diving back onto the bed and fucking his lover raw, the brunet wanting to fill Ravus' ass with his cum.]

You filled me with your seed twice last night, Gladiolus. There's little sense in me protesting it now.

[He turns, the way Gladio ordered, and parts his legs to give Gladio space to kneel behind him and thrust in. He arches his back, wanton and goading.]

Use me like you've wanted to the whole semester. Make up for all that lost time. You don't have to hold back.

[Ravus is no delicate lass. As he's proven last night, he can not only withstand a rigorous fucking, he'll welcome it.]

Hey, you can always change your mind about wantin' my cum in your ass. I'd be a poor lover if I always assumed what my partner wants.

[His smile, initially warm and soft, morphs into a feral leer as Ravus gets into position and gives him permission to go wild. Growling lowly in his chest, Gladio dives back in to lick one final stripe over his partner's hole before lubing his fingers and shoving two of them inside unceremoniously.]

Fuck, you're still so loose. Bet I could slam into you right now and you'd take it, love it. [Gladio's fingers crook to tease Ravus' prostate momentarily, the younger man relishing his lover's sharp inhale, and tugs his fingers out. He uses them to coat his cock with lube, a generous amount of it, and in almost no time at all Gladio kneels behind Ravus.

Massive hands caress the firm globes of Ravus' ass, spreading the cheeks open and ghosting his thumbs down the sensitive crack and over the winking entrance.]

Gonna make you scream for me, Rae. [Ravus has a split second of feeling the blunt head of Gladio's cock nudging against his hole before Gladio grunts and snaps his hips forward, fully burying himself inside of Ravus in one hard thrust.

The bed bangs against the wall and begins a repeated, rhythmic thumping as Gladio pulls out entirely and slamming back inside at an impressive pace. His hips are going to leave bruises on Ravus' ass with how hard their bodies smack together but Gladio doesn't care and he doubts his lover cares either.]

Yes, do it, YES... [Ravus goads as Gladio teases him with those huge, callous fingers.

Gladio is so infuriating thorough with his movements, checking and prepping and confirming. Ravus wouldn't trust him with this if he wasn't, though in the heat of this particular moment, he's quietly cursing anything that prolongs this pre-fucking torture.

Gladio's cock, when he finally shoves it in with a single decisive push, is a goddamn godsend. Loose and ready as Ravus is, he can appreciate the skill behind the pounding that was lost to him last night during the fever of their last encounter. Gladio fucks like an olympian, with form and precision and stamina finely honed to impress the judges.

Ravus lets his forehead drop to the mattress as he raises his ass to give Gladio a better angle for his assault. His fingers scramble for purchase on the headboard, which is being slammed against the wall. No neighbors, he reminds himself, and thank the Astrals for that. He rocks back, determined to be an active participant in this debauchery in spite of his offer to let Gladio use his body however he wishes.]

[Strong hands give Ravus' hips an appreciative squeeze when he lifts his ass higher. And when Ravus starts rocking back onto him, Gladio only thrusts harder and faster, determined to pull screams from his lover's throat.

A sheen of sweat covers his skin, glistening in the soft light filtering in through the window and he's pleased to note a similar shine along the beautifully arched column of Ravus' spine. Leaning down, Gladio's taut abs press against every slick inch of skin and he releases one of Ravus' hips to instead fist his hair, forcing a deeper arch.]

You love it rough, don't you? [His breath comes out in sharp, punctuating pants against his lover's ear.] Fuck, you're takin' me so perfectly. Feel so good around my cock, Rae. N' you look damn good too.

[The way Ravus moves with him drives Gladio wild and he snaps his hips harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping together only fueling his ardor.] Touch yourself. Fuck your fist while I fuck your ass.

Yes, just like this.... [It's rough and mind-numbing and perfect. Ravus has been so tense all semester, and this is like a hard refresh for his system.

He grips his left hand tight against the headboard to keep himself braced against the onslaught while his right hand reaches for his cock. Gladio is pressed against his back like a second skin, and his muscles strain to keep in position. Their rocking has his hair tugged taut in Gladio's hand, forcing Ravus's head up when he would normally drop it to focus more intently on the sensations in his body.

The whole bed frame rattles, and Ravus spots something wedged between the mattress and headboard, being slowly jiggled out of hiding. Is that...the hilt of a katana?]

Fuck...you madman...do it harder, come in me!

[There is a sword in this man's bed and Ravus is about to spill his load at the thought of Gladio's hands curling around the hilt. Fuck.]

Madman? [His question ruffles Ravus' hair, lips brushing against his ear. Looking down, his eyes catch what Ravus must have noticed and he purrs.]

Surprised? I assure you, I know how to handle a blade. Or are you thinkin' of how my hand wraps around the hilt? Wishin' it was wrapping around your cock? [Gladio chuckles and lifts off of his lover's back, shifting his weight to his knees and getting a firm, bruising grip on Ravus' hips.

Though his thrusting never faltered, the movement became ever so slightly weaker as he verbally teased his boyfriend(?). In this new position, he knows he'll be able to put more power into every thrust and he wants to wreck Ravus. Pulling out entirely and grinning wickedly at the mouthy protest, Gladio puts all of his weight and power behind him as he slams back inside. The bedframe rattles dangerously and Gladio knows that the katana should be slowly getting more and more visible.

He keeps up his earlier frenetic pace, panting and grunting at the effort of using most of his power with each and every thrust, but damn it's worth it with the way Ravus sounds. Watching the usually composed man come entirely undone is more arousing than any sight he can remember and Gladio's orgasm builds with each cry and gasp.]

Gonna-- gonna cum in your ass. [Release is so close, the drag of his cock against Ravus' walls frantic can hot and so slick, Ravus' sounds the most erotic thing he's heard, and Gladio moves desperately faster as he chases his orgasm.

When it hits, he sees stars. Literally, the world blacks out for a moment and all he can see are tiny silver dots. His hips, thankfully, keep twitching and rolling as his cock pulses inside his lover.]

[Ravus works his cock with frantic pumps, growling at Gladio's teasing in his ear. He wants to be shown, later, but he doesn't have the breath to say it. Gladio may well be a daemon for all the stamina he has.

He wants to see Gladio use that sword...he wants to be overpowered and fucked with that katana close at hand...but right now, what he wants, what he needs is to be stuffed full of cum.

And Gladio, proven reliable up to this point, indulges him once more. Ravus feels his lover reach his peak, a quick succession of tensing, then slackening against Ravus' back. The Amicitia pumps hum gloriously full, cum hot and thick within him, making him filthy.

Ravus shudders and cries out. The ring of his fingers that he's been fucking grasps tight, and he shoots his seed on Gladio's ridiculously high thread-count sheets.]

[Hearing Ravus cum and feeling his walls tighten pulls a pleased rumble from Gladio's chest and he presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the base of Ravus' neck. When he feels Ravus relax, he rolls them both to their sides, making sure to keep Ravus from laying in his mess.]

Fuck, that's a good way to wake up. [Gladio's breath still comes in soft pants, his hands tracing idle patterns on his lover's sweat-slick skin.] S'it too early to say I could get used to this?

[There's a smile in his voice as he says it, Gladio ready to deflect it as a joke if he needs to, but in reality... well, he wouldn't mind waking up to Ravus again. And again. Especially if some of their wake-ups result in sex that leaves them both panting like this.

Honestly he could easily close his eyes and take a nap now, warm and content, but it's about time for breakfast and he wants to continue wooing Ravus. That means cooking for him whenever possible.]

[Ravus lays for a moment, catching his breath. Right now, filled with cum and endorphins, he wants to demand this treatment every morning. But that's not practical.

He reaches over and pats Gladio's tattooed shoulder.]

Keep it up and I might be persuaded.

[He leans in and kisses Gladio, then starts to push himself up.]

I'm stealing your shower.

[Gladio melts into the kiss languidly, smiling gently when Ravus pulls away.]

I knew it, you're only here for my shower. [He playfully swats at Ravus' ass and chuckles, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and rising with a stretch. Looking around the room, he shrugs and opts to remain naked for now.]

Got any requests for breakfast, Rae?

[Padding into the kitchen, keeping his ears open for his boyfr-*lover's* response, Gladio dons an apron and starts brewing coffee and tea. Part of him wants to join Ravus in the shower because who wouldn't want to stand under steaming water with someone as beautiful as the older Tenebrean, but he doesn't want Ravus to think of him as too desperate. Plus he's already feeling hungry so cooking wins out over his romantic wishes.]

[Ravus plods barefoot into the bathroom.]

Hmmm, make me pancakes.

[He has no idea what Gladio's kitchen is stocked for at the moment, but he has a sweet tooth, and he likes bossing Gladio around. It's thrilling.]

I'll make it quick.

Pancakes it is! [Thankfully there's still some pancake mix in a box in his pantry because if Ravus truly is taking a quick shower Gladio doesn't have time to make any from scratch. Spying some remaining berries in his fridge, the Amicitia heir smiles and gets to work.

By the time Ravus exits the shower and joins him in the kitchen, looking impossibly beautiful with his still-damp hair, there's a stack of pancakes on the dining room table along with a small plate of artfully arranged mixed berries and a pitcher full of a sparkling orange drink. Should Ravus take a sip from his already-poured glass, he'll discover that Gladio made mimosas to accompany their breakfast.

Still naked but for his apron, Gladio slides up to Ravus and kisses his cheek.] Breakfast is served.

[And if there's a slight dusting of pink on his cheeks, he'll blame it on the lingering heat radiating from his partner.]

[Ravus takes his seat as if it were a throne, and he absolutely takes a sip of the drink before anything else. Yum. He lowers the glass and raises an eyebrow at Gladio.]

Don't dress yourself yet. Sit. If this tastes as good as it looks, I will need to kiss the cook.

[His eyes flick down to the very little territory the apron covers. Kiss the cock, he might as well have said.

He turns to his plate and slowly cuts a bite-sized morsel of pancake with all of the toppings. He brings it to his lips with teasing sense of leisure. Anticipation is such an important part of seduction, after all.]

[The need to obey, to please his lover, consumes Gladio when Ravus so casually ogles him after commanding him to sit. So he perches eagerly on the edge of a chair, body thrumming with anticipation as Ravus languidly cuts a bite of his food and slowly brings the treat to his lips.

He leans forward minutely, every sense attuned to the man in front of him as he watches pale lips wrap around the fluffy treat. His hands clamp onto his thighs as he hangs on every movement of Ravus' jaw as the man chews and finally finally swallows the bite. Pupils dilated already, Gladio's whisper breaks the heated silence.]

What's your verdict, [Taking a risk, a hesitant leap, Gladio adds to his inquiry.] Sir?

[Ravus smirks over his fork. He can already see the effect his orders are having on Gladio.

He takes the bite and chews, still unrushed. Making Gladio wait is part of the game. Finally, he swallows, then takes another sip of the cocktail.]

I'm very pleased.

[He places a bare foot on Gladio's chair between those massive thighs. He toes his way under the apron so he can give Gladio a nudge.

He keeps his foot there, teasing, but returns his gaze to his plate for another bite.]

[His breath comes faster now, just from Ravus so blatantly savoring his first bite of breakfast. A pleasant shiver works down Gladio's spine when his lover verbalizes his enjoyment and he spreads his legs a little wider to better accommodate Ravus' naked foot, sucking in a short gasp of air when the soft sole rests against his rapidly growing interest.

He swallows, throat dry, watching Ravus prepare to take another bite. Muscles twitch and spasm, Gladio desperate for more yet aware enough to know that his obedience more than his cooking is pleasing the maddeningly sensual man in front of him.]

What else can I do to please you, Sir? [Amber eyes glitter with want, Gladio on the precipice of subspace, cock filling and throbbing where it sits under Ravus' foot.]

[Ravus takes another bite, and lets the tines of the fork rest against his lips as he looks Gladio over. He withdraws the fork and points it at the plate stacked high with pancakes.]

Eat your breakfast.

[He gives his foot another shift against Gladio's cock. 'Eat while I tease you.']

[He's so eager to comply he nearly drops the silverware as he grabs them, cutting into his stack of pancakes and taking a large bite. As he chews he realizes he should have taken a smaller bite, that his cheeks are puffing out unattractively, and Gladio almost chokes when he tries to swallow.

So much for painting an pretty picture, so to speak. His hands don't shake when he sips his orange juice but his thighs keep twitching with the effort it takes not to rut brazenly against the foot pushing deliciously against his cock.

The next bite of breakfast is smaller, much more manageable. Not that he tastes much of it. How can he focus on the food's taste when Ravus keeps moving his foot? Fuck it's maddening. It's amazing. He wants more just as much as he wants to finish his damn breakfast so that Ravus can stop teasing him.]

[Gladio's mouth stuffed full and choking has a certain appeal of its own. Ravus presses the ball of his foot harder against Gladio's shaft.

He takes another teasingly small bite.]

After such a rich meal last night, and this indulgent breakfast, we'll need some vigorous activity to balance the scales. I wonder what you might like to do today, Gladiolus.

[He brushes his big toe up and down the length of Gladio's cock, enjoying how much the larger man is struggling to keep his composure.]

[He tries to focus on what Ravus says, truly, he tries. His attention lasts until the words "vigorous activity" at which point his brain short circuits. Because he immediately pictures the vigorous activities in which they could engage and just as his brain supplies the best images Gladio feels Ravus deliberately run his toe up and down his cock and he jerks so hard his knee slams against the table.

With a few harsh pants, desperately trying to maintain his cool, Gladio takes another bite of his breakfast and swallows.]

Hnnh -- whatever you want... [His eyes smolder as he gazes at Ravus across the table. He's so close to the edge of losing control and it's going to end in one of two ways - him subbed out or him laying Ravus on top of the table and fucking him through it.]

[Ravus shakes his head slowly as Gladio jerks and bumps his knee. Dear, dear Gladiolus. It seems he just won't have the focus to enjoy this lovely breakfast until Ravus takes care of him. Well, Gladio has been so indulgent of Ravus this past evening. Perhaps he can show a little mercy.]

You wanton creature. It seems you can't fill your stomach properly until I've filled your ass.

[He sets down his fork and pats his napkin across his lips.]

Fine. Clear this table-- carefully, I want nothing broken-- and lay yourself out.

Yes sir. [The words escape him without conscious thought, and in some distant part of his mind he prays to the Six that Ravus didn't hear the truly pitiful whine that preceded them.

Gladio moves quickly, clearing their drinks first, but he moves a little too quickly and not quite smoothly enough to avoid sloshing some orange juice over the rim of one glass. A few droplets splatter on the kitchen floor and the sweet juice begins to dry on the skin of his hand as he continues his mission. The plates are next and thankfully he avoids dropping any food. Cutlery is last and Gladio haphazardly drops the silverware on the counter before taking his napkin and hastily wiping it over the table.

Hoping his lover is satisfied, Gladio pauses, unsure. He's been told to lay himself out but does Ravus want him face up and lying fully atop the table or should he instead stay partially planted on the ground, feet spread and upper body resting on their dining surface with his ass brazenly presented?

After his slight hesitation he decides on the latter. He makes sure his fingers wrap around the table's lip, arms stretched overhead, and he pushes his hips out, legs spread widely to provide ample room for Ravus between them.]

Please... please fill my ass. [His breathy words sound needy even to his ears but Gladio doesn't care. He is desperate, and he knows Ravus knows it.]

[Really, Ravus is baffled that no one claimed Gladio before him. How could this fine a delicacy have been allowed to go single for so long?

He runs a possessive hand along the muscled curve of Gladio's rump.]

Very well. You have been such a generous host thus far...

[There's no need for further teasing. It's quite apparently how far gone the man is already. Ravus gives his cheeks an affectionate pat, then steps back to steal the bottle of lube from the bedroom.

He slicks his fingers and sinks two digits in, knowing that Gladio needs no coddling. He'll be giving only the minimum prep before moving on to the main course for his starving lover.]

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<3

<3 <3 Can't remember if Gladio already pseudo-prepped Ravus but I figure Rae can take it...

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Is this when Ravus finds the hidden sword in the bedframe?

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Sorry I am so slow lately, I will be better! <3

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Is it evil of me to want Clarus to call? lmaooooo

He can if you want

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