[Ravus inhales sharply as Gladio's teeth touch his throat. The skin there is pale and will show off any marks. Thank the Six for his high-collared coat.
Ravus should shove Gladiolus backwards and deck him for daring to bite him, the former prince of Tenebrae, but...
...but he is so rarely touched like this. No one dares, and Ravus never permits it even if they did. The bulk of Gladio's frame pressed against him, the nipping pain soothed by the seductive drag of tongue against his pulse point, the heat after so long of cold indifference to his own needs...
Ravus should push Gladio away, but he doesn't. His fingers tighten in Gladio's dark locks, keeping that wicked mouth from stopping the assault on his neck. His magitek arm sneaks up behind the Shield, gripping that perfect ass with his metal fingers.]
Speak of this to no one.
[And with that, he pulls Gladio closer, grinding their groins together.]
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Ravus should shove Gladiolus backwards and deck him for daring to bite him, the former prince of Tenebrae, but...
...but he is so rarely touched like this. No one dares, and Ravus never permits it even if they did. The bulk of Gladio's frame pressed against him, the nipping pain soothed by the seductive drag of tongue against his pulse point, the heat after so long of cold indifference to his own needs...
Ravus should push Gladio away, but he doesn't. His fingers tighten in Gladio's dark locks, keeping that wicked mouth from stopping the assault on his neck. His magitek arm sneaks up behind the Shield, gripping that perfect ass with his metal fingers.]
Speak of this to no one.
[And with that, he pulls Gladio closer, grinding their groins together.]