[ Gladio grunts, his breath catching when he feels that mouth leave a mark on his skin. Note to self: wear high collared Kingsguard uniform until that shit heals, resort to curatives or magic if absolutely necessary.
What, don't think a guy who takes strangers home with him comes from a well-adjusted and happy family? Actually, no. He's not going to ask that, doesn't want him to answer it either.
He laughs away the comment, but he neatly side-steps any details. He'd rather not talk about his family, but the best way he's found to side-step around personal shit is to crack a joke and then distract. When Genji climbs into his lap, this presents him with ample opportunities to do so. Excellent, because this now allows him to cease all further questions that are off-topic. Meaning, anything that doesn't eventually lead to sex. ]
Not exactly. [ He doesn't bother elaborating, instead just seeks out some cluster of nerve endings to set things back on track, starting with a kiss to his clavicle that ends in another hungry scrape of teeth, followed by mouthing his way down his chest. He closes his eyes as if the taste of his skin is the best thing he's ever tasted - he's showing off, of course, and like the peacock that he still is after all these years, he opens his eyes and looks up through his lashes as plush lips capture the pale cap of his nipple and sucks.
Gladio must have worked some kind of towel tying magic on this thing because even with pulling Genji the rest of the way onto his lap, the thing miraculously stays on as he grips his hips. There's an audible pop as he pulls off and grins. ]
You gonna keep asking questions? Or should I find a better way to shut you up?
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What, don't think a guy who takes strangers home with him comes from a well-adjusted and happy family? Actually, no. He's not going to ask that, doesn't want him to answer it either.
He laughs away the comment, but he neatly side-steps any details. He'd rather not talk about his family, but the best way he's found to side-step around personal shit is to crack a joke and then distract. When Genji climbs into his lap, this presents him with ample opportunities to do so. Excellent, because this now allows him to cease all further questions that are off-topic. Meaning, anything that doesn't eventually lead to sex. ]
Not exactly. [ He doesn't bother elaborating, instead just seeks out some cluster of nerve endings to set things back on track, starting with a kiss to his clavicle that ends in another hungry scrape of teeth, followed by mouthing his way down his chest. He closes his eyes as if the taste of his skin is the best thing he's ever tasted - he's showing off, of course, and like the peacock that he still is after all these years, he opens his eyes and looks up through his lashes as plush lips capture the pale cap of his nipple and sucks.
Gladio must have worked some kind of towel tying magic on this thing because even with pulling Genji the rest of the way onto his lap, the thing miraculously stays on as he grips his hips. There's an audible pop as he pulls off and grins. ]
You gonna keep asking questions? Or should I find a better way to shut you up?