[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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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.]