sonoftenebrae | College AU

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[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 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.]

[He trembles when Ravus' hand caresses his ass and bites back a whine when the warm contact disappears. His ears pick up the sound of Ravus padding quickly to the bedroom and back and Gladio sighs blissfully as two fingers press unceremoniously into him.

The fingers are a pale imitation of his lover's cock but fuck the intrusion is more than welcome.]

Please... fuck me. Fill me. [Gladio throws a wanton look over his shoulder, precum already dripping from his weeping slit to join the juice on the floor.]

Take me.

[Gladiolus begs so prettily. Well, let it never be said that Ravus Nox Fleuret is not a man of charity. He parts the bath robe he stole from Gladio's bathroom and gives his cock a few pumps to slather it in lube.]

What did you do before you had my cock, Gladiolus?

[He slides his cock between Gladio's ass cheeks, prodding his hole with the head of his cock but not shoving in yet. A reminder for his wanton lover that Ravus is in control.]

You need frequent ravishings, don't you? Everyone wants you to hold them down and fuck them, but you're just writhing to have your ass filled.

[He gives his head a shake in mock sympathy. Poor, poor Gladio, so hot nobody knows what to do with him. But Ravus knows, and he'll see the Amicitia stuffed full and sated.

He grasps Gladio's hips with bruising force and holds him still while he pushes in.]

Hnnhh-- Used my fingers... other things... [He tries to be good, to answer Ravus' question but feeling the cock he craves pressing against him but not entering him drives him wild and full sentences become a thing of the past.]

Y-yes need -- fuck - [Gladio wants to tell Ravus that he's right, that everyone else only saw what they wanted and never asked what he wanted, but fingers dig into his hips and suddenly he is speared by his lover and he very nearly cums immediately at the burning stretch. Thankfully his control is still somewhat intact and he staves off an embarrassing early orgasm.

He white-knuckles the table, panting as he waits for Ravus to start fucking him in earnest.] Ravus, I need... fuck me, please fuck me.

[As he looks longingly over his shoulder, his eyes are glassy and distant. There's no hesitation as he begs Ravus, no fears about vulnerability or weakness or judgement; there's only deep affection and a trust the depth of which he'll only realize when he comes back from the space he's happily, eagerly, slipped into.]

[With a mind to how thoughtfully Gladio indulged him last night, Ravus wastes no more time in pumping his hips and giving the brunet the fucking he so desperately needs.]

You don't need fingers...or toys....You need a cock, don't you...boy?

[Ravus rolls his hips and reaches up to tangle his fingers into Gladio's hair. He's quite invested in selling Gladio on the virtues of an authentic Fleuret cock for all of his sexually-submissive needs. Quite a cure-all for what ails the man.]

Yes...H-haah--! [With his body stretched over the table and his legs spread with his feet flat on the floor, Gladio doesn't have much leeway to move and assist his lover but damned if he doesn't try.

He lifts up onto his toes to get a little leverage and starts wantonly shoving his ass back onto Ravus' cock, trying to meet him thrust for thrust and alternating between gasping and moaning. Pleasure zips up his spine and down his scalp, back arching as Ravus tugs on his hair.] Need your cock -

[The specification matters to him even in this state. Skin slapping against skin fills his ears, then he registers the slight creaking of the surprisingly sturdy table, but what makes Gladio mewl and writhe and beg for "harder, harder, harder" is the dull thud his cock makes as it slams against the underside of the table with each powerful thrust. After recognizing the sound, his body processes the sensation and his earlier almost-orgasm threatens to overwhelm him again.]

Gonna - f-fuck m'gonna -- [There's no stopping it this time. Gladio cums with a howl, cock untouched but for the slapping of it against the table, and his legs twitch as his eyes roll back in pleasure, white jets painting the kitchen floor. His breathing is ragged, throat raw, and once his cock finally stops spurting he sags boneless on the table. Ravus can use him like a sleeve, he thinks, because all of Gladio's strength has left him.]

[Gladio comes, and Ravus slows his thrusts to savor the feel of those tight walls convulsing around him. Once Gladio stills beneath him, Ravus pulls out and lets his cock rub along Gladio's crack.]

Good, you're so good at taking my cock....You'll look gorgeous painted with my cum....

[He reached down and strokes himself. It's not long before he spills his seed over the small of Gladio's back with a grunt.]

Look at you...filthy, beautiful man...

[Gladio barely manages a pleased whine when he feels his lover's cum coat his lower back and he smiles softly at the praise. He was good for his partner and he's been rewarded with warm white streaks across his sweaty skin.]

Your filthy beautiful man... [He's still very much floating but the cool air on his still-sensitive skin makes him shiver and he attempts moving. After his legs refuse to cooperate he resigns himself to living on the table until he can move. Or until Ravus moves him. Surprisingly enough the thing holds his weight well.

It's just... not that comfortable. And so Gladio shifts and shuffles, trying to ready his body to move.]

[Ravus isn't going to be able to physically carry Gladio anywhere, so he hooks a foot around a chair leg and drags a chair over for Gladio to sit in. He runs a hand through his hair, a rare affectionate gesture. With his other hand, he snags a napkin from the table and swipes up the seed on Gladio's back.]

Yes, good boy. Sit. I'm going to draw you a bath, and we'll get you cleaned.

[Maybe Ravus isn't the most equipped to administer after care, but once he's gotten the tub full, he'll guide him over and lather up those sweat-soaked locks of hair while Gladio soaks.]

[He leans into the hand carding through his hair and hums in acknowledgement of Ravus' words. Once his back is wiped off Gladio slips into the chair and starts coming back to himself. It's a little unnerving to do so while sitting in the kitchen and while is partner is in another room but the sound of running water and the memory of a gentle hand combing through his hair helps ground him enough for now.

When Ravus returns, Gladio reaches out to him in an embarrassingly needy gesture. He's grateful to be lead to the tub, soaking up Ravus' presence even as he settles in to soak and recharge.

Hands in his hair a second time startle him, momentarily, but he closes his eyes and huffs contentedly as Ravus washes his hair.] Mmhh... s'nice... [The very few times he's fallen into subspace in the past he'd always appreciated physical contact during aftercare and he finds himself falling a little harder for Ravus as he does this simple thing for him.

Once he's fully back in the real world, he tilts his head and uses one arm to coax Ravus into a tender kiss.] Wanna switch places, Rae? I can drain the tub, fill it with some fresh water for ya, and feed you the rest of your breakfast while you relax.

[This weekend is supposed to be all about Ravus, after all, and Gladio is eager to spoil the older man in an effort to help him de-stress from the craziness that consumed everyone during finals week.]

Or do you have somethin' else in mind for your first day of break?

[Ravus shakes his head. He'll steal the washcloth from the tub and give himself a quick swipe, but he's not in the mood to lounge any more just yet.]

Feeling like yourself again? Good. I need you dried and dressed. I'll go mad if you wait on me hand and foot all day. We're going to go for a walk.

[Gladio would probably prefer a run, but Ravus doesn't care much for running. He's in shape and keeps active, but he prefers to do it at his own pace.]

[Gladio huffs out a chuckle. He should have figured that Ravus wasn't one to be a complete lay-about for even one measly day. With a hum of acknowledgement the brunet gets to his feet, water sloshing in the tub as he unstops the drain before stepping onto his plush bathmat and wrapping a towel around his waist.

Droplets cling to his skin as he multitasks, using a second towel to dry his hair while he shuffles into the bedroom. After a quick wipe down, he deems himself functionally dry and dons a pair of black boxer-briefs, a pair of black joggers, and a comfortable grey cotton tee. Grey no-show socks follow and so does a pair of clean running shoes. Before shrugging into a black zip-up hoodie, on with his father's business logo, Gladio pulls his damp hair into a messy bun.]

Ready when you are, Rae. [Yea, that nickname is here to stay because he loves the way it rolls off of his tongue. Gladio makes sure to grab his wallet and keys before going into the kitchen to give it a quick clean, if needed, while Ravus finishes getting ready.]

[Ravus pulls on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. He steals a second hoodie from Gladio's closet, and pulls it on in front of him. He considers for a moment, then steals one of Gladio's hair ties as well, pulling his hair up into a loose ponytail to keep it out of his face.]

Is there a path that leads away from campus?

[Ravus wants to enjoy nature, and Gladio's company too, and he's in no rush to be seen by anyone else he knows in such a... casual... state of dress.]

[Having seen Ravus dressed in various styles - the polished TA look in classes, that criminally handsome Knight costume at the Halloween party, naked - Gladio is woefully unprepared for how stunning the older man looks in casual clothes. He gapes for a moment, entirely entranced by the sight.]

Yea... [Is that his hoodie? It is.] Yea, there're a few paths that head away from campus. Got one in mind that you'll really enjoy.

[Smiling warmly, Gladio takes Ravus' hand in his and leads them out of the apartment. He'd grabbed his keys in case they needed to drive anywhere but the path he wants to show Ravus isn't too far away and it's nice outside. So walking just makes more sense.

The sun plays brilliantly in his lover's hair and Gladio knows that the trail he's chosen is the perfect one for today.]

[Ravus lets Gladio keep hold of his hand until they reach the sidewalk outside, then he takes his back. What they have is between them, private and intimate. But he keeps close to Gladio, enough that they can bump elbows as they walk.

They're both long legged, so Ravus can set a brisk pace and expect Gladio to keep up without much trouble. No running, not after the pounding both of them have taken over the last 24 hours, but walking with purpose. Even if that purpose is just to be outside and beside one another in nature.]

Are you spending all of your break here?

[He doesn't say anything when Ravus pulls his hand away, though a flash of something crosses his face and leaves just as quickly as it came. Maybe Ravus isn't much of a hand-holder. It's fine. Besides, their arms brush together as they walk so they're still touching. Sort of.]

Planned to. Dad's with the King on some diplomatic thing and Iris went to visit her girlfriends, so I figured I'd stick around here. [Gladio doesn't bother saying that he'd been hoping to spend the break, or at least part of it, with Ravus and that he decided to stay at his apartment long before Iris and Dad made their plans. It seems like too much to say this early, so he keeps it to himself.

The sun on his face and the fresh air feel wonderful as he easily keeps pace with Ravus. Gladio guides them down an empty path, the trail not quite as worn as the others they've passed, and as they walk the trail becomes significantly more unkempt. But it's still walkable. Plus Gladio shows no signs of stopping.]

And you? Where are you spending your break?

[Ravus easily keeps pace with Gladio, even when the path begins to grow wilder. Still no hand-holding. Ravus is a private person, especially with the things he values.]

I will travel back to Tenebrae for the days of the winter festival. I planned for most of my break to be here, though. Professor Highwind agreed to let me borrow some texts from her private library after all of the overtime hours I worked for her, getting those papers graded.

[So the answer to Gladio's question, 'where are you spending your break' is 'with my nose in rare old books.' With breaks to be fucked silly, of course.]

[Gladio sends a warm smile Ravus' way, utterly enamored with the mental picture of his lover sitting with his his face completely buried in a rare book, eyes focused on the pages and mind somewhere far away from wherever he's sitting.]

If you're planning on reading, my place has a lot of natural light. [Is he trying to bribe Ravus into possibly spending more time at his place?

Yes.] Definitely more private than the library plus I bet it's bigger than your apartment. And you know what they say- [He leans a little closer to whisper in Ravus' ear.] Bigger is better.

[He pulls back with a wink and a chuckle, heading straight for what appears to be a solid wall of green, brown, and yellow. Since the barely-trod path veers away from the apparent wall it would stand to reason that nothing more than wild and unkempt forest lay beyond.

Yet Gladio pushes one hand through the wall and pulls the strange curtain to the side.] S'just some Lucian Moss. Got thick enough that the trees grew slower so all the branches and leaves make it look like a brambly mess back here but we can get through if we duck a little.

[Another smile, this one a little softer, eyes imploring as he reaches out a hand.] Trust me, it's worth it.

I thought it was 'how you use it' that matters. But your space is used effectively. I suppose I could stop by.

[He's underselling just how fully he plans on living on Gladio's couch over break. It really is a much more comfortable option than anywhere else he'll be able to access while campus is closed.

He doesn't do anything so overt as wink back, but he does raise an eyebrow and give Gladio a quick smile.]

You know quite a few oddly secluded places in this town. [Hearkening back to his teasing about Gladio's fortified bunker of a penthouse. It doesn't stop him from ducking under the branch.]

[That smile does things to Gladio and he offers a witty retort of his own as they proceed through the brush.] Makes it easier when I have to dispose of the bodies.

[After ten or twelve steps, Gladio brushes aside another curtain of moss to reveal a quaint pond, fed by a handful of gently babbling brooks and surrounded by soft grass and colorful wildflowers. The grass surrounding the pond is taller than most lawns but appreciably shorter than long-grass, likely due to animals that enjoy resting at the serene spot and also, in part, to how frequently one man appears to practice kata forms and meditations when the weather (and coursework) allows.]

A little slice of paradise, eh? [His voice is soft, an attempt to keep the peaceful atmosphere as unspoiled as possible.]

[Ravus looks over the spot with an appreciative eye.]

I'd not though I'd see such natural beauty outside of Tenebrae.

[Almost on Tenebrae's level is about the highest praise he can give. Looking back at Gladiolus, he quirks an eyebrow.]

It must be well-fertilized by all those bodies.

A gentleman never tells. [The lighthearted banter reminds him of their early interactions.

Gladio internally laments his lack of forethought; next time he'll pack a light picnic so the two of them can spend even longer admiring the secluded scenery and enjoying one another's company. Ravus, handsome on any given day, looks absolutely breathtaking among nature's beauty.]

You're stunning...

[Sometimes he speaks without thinking.

Closing the distance between them, Gladio brushes his fingers along a porcelain cheekbone and whispers the desire shining in his eyes.] May I kiss you, Ravus?

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he may or may not be pouting

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Lucian Moss = Spanish Moss but without the tropical/subtropical requirement

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