[Of course Gladiolus would not merely let himself be kissed. Astrals forbid a Lucian prove useful. Ravus is pressed against the wall, lifted off his feet by Gladio's brute strength.
Gladiolus disarms and engages in this new battle. Ravus lets his saber drop so he can bury his fingers into Gladio's hair. He gives it a tug as he opens his mouth to lick at Gladio's lips.
As they kiss, function returns slowly to his left arm, first with a twitch of metal fingers, then in the joints of his arm. He could shove them apart, pick up his sword, and keep fighting... or they could keep up this skirmish. It's a simple matter of coming out of it with less manna, or with significantly more than he started with.
Logically, it is no contest. And maybe Gladiolus' shirtless form will be less frustrating to look upon once Ravus has indulged himself. One can only hope.]
[He is being useful. This is providing manna for both of them, is it not? There's a sizzle from synchrony between them, making Gladio feel a tad bit lightheaded as if urging him to get more of this. And Ravus is not fighting back, even when his arm starts functioning again. Instead, he just grips onto him and Gladio happily gives into this.
Maybe they'll regret it. Maybe they won't. But it's currently helping with their cravings and needs and he's not going to deny it.
From Ravus' lips, Gladio's move to his chin, then up to his ear and down to the neck, biting and dragging his teeth across the skin, his hands gripping firmly onto him, fingers digging into the hips to keep himself from rocking forward. He's not sure how much appreciated that will be.]
[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.]
[He should push him back. Because this odd craving that's bubbling up in him is becoming harder and harder to control. The tightness in his hair, and the grip on his body, pulled in for a slow, but deliberate grind- it makes Gladio groan in the back of his throat, breath a bit shorter now.]
I don't kiss and tell.
[-and no one would believe him even if he did anyway. Which is fine, he doesn't care, more for him.
With this new permission, his own hand leaves Ravus' side to slide down over his hip, to his ass, down the back of his thigh, lifting his leg up to get it up and around his hip. The pull makes the friction of their groins even stronger, the new angle making it so much easier. Gladio's mouth return to get another burning kiss, biting on the lip, as an outlet for the steadily building frustration.]
[Oh, Ravus is planning on more than just kissing. With Gladiolus' discretion assured, he releases his grip on the Shield's hair and sneaks his hand between their bodies. It isn't easy to begin unfastening buttons while they are pressed together, but Ravus is willing to put in effort to overcome the challenge. He refuses to come in his pants like some ill-prepared youth.
The bare skin of Gladio's washboard abs is scalding hot as he brushes past it. Even if they can't fully disrobe here, he wants to lay eyes upon the greatsword this man surely has hidden in his trousers. After he unlatches the buttons of his own pants, Ravus moves to the Shield's, navigating by feel while Gladio kisses his breath away. It will be a very different, and ultimately much more satisfying, crossing of swords once he gets the both of them exposed.]
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Gladiolus disarms and engages in this new battle. Ravus lets his saber drop so he can bury his fingers into Gladio's hair. He gives it a tug as he opens his mouth to lick at Gladio's lips.
As they kiss, function returns slowly to his left arm, first with a twitch of metal fingers, then in the joints of his arm. He could shove them apart, pick up his sword, and keep fighting... or they could keep up this skirmish. It's a simple matter of coming out of it with less manna, or with significantly more than he started with.
Logically, it is no contest. And maybe Gladiolus' shirtless form will be less frustrating to look upon once Ravus has indulged himself. One can only hope.]
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Maybe they'll regret it. Maybe they won't. But it's currently helping with their cravings and needs and he's not going to deny it.
From Ravus' lips, Gladio's move to his chin, then up to his ear and down to the neck, biting and dragging his teeth across the skin, his hands gripping firmly onto him, fingers digging into the hips to keep himself from rocking forward. He's not sure how much appreciated that will be.]
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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.]
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I don't kiss and tell.
[-and no one would believe him even if he did anyway. Which is fine, he doesn't care, more for him.
With this new permission, his own hand leaves Ravus' side to slide down over his hip, to his ass, down the back of his thigh, lifting his leg up to get it up and around his hip. The pull makes the friction of their groins even stronger, the new angle making it so much easier. Gladio's mouth return to get another burning kiss, biting on the lip, as an outlet for the steadily building frustration.]
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The bare skin of Gladio's washboard abs is scalding hot as he brushes past it. Even if they can't fully disrobe here, he wants to lay eyes upon the greatsword this man surely has hidden in his trousers. After he unlatches the buttons of his own pants, Ravus moves to the Shield's, navigating by feel while Gladio kisses his breath away. It will be a very different, and ultimately much more satisfying, crossing of swords once he gets the both of them exposed.]