[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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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.]