[ That first mission had been different, Gladio's physical nature and his caretaker instincts kicking in when Eichi showed signs of distress from intoxication, perfectly willing to let the man cling to him so long as it meant he slept it off. Here and now, Gladio is swept up in the passionate game of chicken they've both decided to abandon at the same time, taking this way too far and further still.
Neither of them have any business going this far in the state they're in, and it'll be something they'll both have to deal with when sobriety returns.
Eichi's squirming under his touch jostles the table in dull thuds and knocks, whining moans are starting to fill the kitchen followed by low sounds of muffled approval as Gladio mouths his way down his neck. He pulls away, rising to his full height as he runs his large, calloused hands down Eichi's thin chest and hips, pushes his thighs apart at the knees. He shifts his stance, makes a purposeful bump of his hips against Eichi a few times, smirking at the suggestive gesture. ]
Perfect height, nice.
[ Leaning over, he plucks at the bag to open it, rustling it as he picks through it's contents. He pulls out a tube of thick, greasy lubricant. He pours it out messily onto his fingers, his aim is a little off and a drop falls onto the table. Eichi looks wrecked already, his hair a mess, his face red and practically begging from his body language. ]
Why don't you pick out which one I'm going to use on you. If you can.
[ His hand disappears between Eichi's legs and his chin tilts up, looking down at the idol with lidded eyes as his fingers touch his asshole, smearing lubricant. This hunt for the right toy for the job is going to be a little distracting. ]
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Neither of them have any business going this far in the state they're in, and it'll be something they'll both have to deal with when sobriety returns.
Eichi's squirming under his touch jostles the table in dull thuds and knocks, whining moans are starting to fill the kitchen followed by low sounds of muffled approval as Gladio mouths his way down his neck. He pulls away, rising to his full height as he runs his large, calloused hands down Eichi's thin chest and hips, pushes his thighs apart at the knees. He shifts his stance, makes a purposeful bump of his hips against Eichi a few times, smirking at the suggestive gesture. ]
Perfect height, nice.
[ Leaning over, he plucks at the bag to open it, rustling it as he picks through it's contents. He pulls out a tube of thick, greasy lubricant. He pours it out messily onto his fingers, his aim is a little off and a drop falls onto the table. Eichi looks wrecked already, his hair a mess, his face red and practically begging from his body language. ]
Why don't you pick out which one I'm going to use on you. If you can.
[ His hand disappears between Eichi's legs and his chin tilts up, looking down at the idol with lidded eyes as his fingers touch his asshole, smearing lubricant. This hunt for the right toy for the job is going to be a little distracting. ]