[Intense? He's about to ask, but those fingers are already out of him, his spread legs bent and stretching slightly like he wants more, and just as soon, the toy presses into him. He's relaxed now, so it goes in smoothly even if this is his first time. His back arches significantly against the table, and he moves an arm back over his mouth to muffle his louder noises. He's only vaguely aware in his drunken mind that people might be able to hear him through these walls, and that he should be quiet. More than that, he doesn't want Gladio to hear him this embarrassing.
But there's no hiding it. He's flushed and sweating and a squirming mess, no matter how he tries to regain his composure.]
It's so— [He can't seem to finish any sentence, and it's muffled against his arm anyway. Sounds come out more often, moans and gasps and groans that are exhausting him. Gladio better help himself pretty soon or he won't be getting any help at all, with how things are going.] D-don't...
[Look at him, he means, or stop, for that matter. He's sounding so embarrassing, he feels like he's never going to live this down.]
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But there's no hiding it. He's flushed and sweating and a squirming mess, no matter how he tries to regain his composure.]
It's so— [He can't seem to finish any sentence, and it's muffled against his arm anyway. Sounds come out more often, moans and gasps and groans that are exhausting him. Gladio better help himself pretty soon or he won't be getting any help at all, with how things are going.] D-don't...
[Look at him, he means, or stop, for that matter. He's sounding so embarrassing, he feels like he's never going to live this down.]