[Gladio is saying something, he's pretty sure, but none of the words make it through to Eichi this time. He's too distracted by the constant excitement running through him and at every touch. Hands over him idly like that, up his neck and causing him to shiver, squeezing at his thigh—
Eichi lets out a breath quite suddenly, not pulling back so much as he simply turns his head. His lips brush past his neck, his jaw, and their noses touch gently as Eichi finds himself too drawn in to bother thinking logically. Something about steam...?
He decides that it doesn't matter what Gladio had just said. They're already so close, and so what harm could this bring? His mind is foggy, his body is buzzing, and when his lips brush against Gladio's, he automatically relaxes into it. Eyes flutter closed and he kisses him, slow at first but quickly growing past something sweet and chaste.
He doesn't know what he's doing at all, and that's why it's so exciting, he thinks. What is this, exactly...?]
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Eichi lets out a breath quite suddenly, not pulling back so much as he simply turns his head. His lips brush past his neck, his jaw, and their noses touch gently as Eichi finds himself too drawn in to bother thinking logically. Something about steam...?
He decides that it doesn't matter what Gladio had just said. They're already so close, and so what harm could this bring? His mind is foggy, his body is buzzing, and when his lips brush against Gladio's, he automatically relaxes into it. Eyes flutter closed and he kisses him, slow at first but quickly growing past something sweet and chaste.
He doesn't know what he's doing at all, and that's why it's so exciting, he thinks. What is this, exactly...?]