[It's a good thing Gladio does stop, because Eichi is so out of breath he's feeling dizzier than just the alcohol. He gasps against him, breathing hard and suddenly very aware of every spot that his body is touching Gladio's. He's sensitive, he's on fire, he's all worked up and he thinks if this stopped right now, it would crush him.]
No. [His answer is firm, even if quiet thanks to his lack of breath. He squeezes Gladio's hand where it is, then lets go, letting those fingers touch to Gladio's chest between them, instead. He wants to kiss him again. Fingers trace over muscles and scars and his lips brush hungrily over Gladio's, but he's taking another breath just as soon.]
Not at all. [There. You know, just to be clear that his nervous hand movement wasn't a signal to stop. He's embarrassed, he has no idea how else to explain himself; he's never been at so much of a loss for words. What solves this, to him, is another kiss, muffling another little noise of his effort as his tongue searches out Gladio's right away, his hips slid as close as they can be in his lap but still shifting.]
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No. [His answer is firm, even if quiet thanks to his lack of breath. He squeezes Gladio's hand where it is, then lets go, letting those fingers touch to Gladio's chest between them, instead. He wants to kiss him again. Fingers trace over muscles and scars and his lips brush hungrily over Gladio's, but he's taking another breath just as soon.]
Not at all. [There. You know, just to be clear that his nervous hand movement wasn't a signal to stop. He's embarrassed, he has no idea how else to explain himself; he's never been at so much of a loss for words. What solves this, to him, is another kiss, muffling another little noise of his effort as his tongue searches out Gladio's right away, his hips slid as close as they can be in his lap but still shifting.]