[Somehow, Gladio covering his mouth with his hand is even more attractive. He can't keep his own hand still over his own mouth, so this is much needed with how noisy he's getting. Now he can grab at Gladio's wrist just to have something to squeeze, his other hand curling uselessly against the table.
Then the vibration is turned up. It's so intense that Eichi cries out right away, so it's good that that hand muffles it so thoroughly. His squeeze tightens on Gladio, but he can't even find the energy to be tense anymore. It feels so good, even if the intensity is actually drawing it out longer than he thought it could, and his hips lift and shift and his legs spread a little more and he absolutely sounds the furthest thing from an angel.
His eyes can't stay open, closed to focus on the pleasure as he gasps and moans. They're quick noises with barely any space in between, a crescendo narrating just how close he's getting like this. He can't even attempt words, not that this hand would let him get them out, anyway.]
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Then the vibration is turned up. It's so intense that Eichi cries out right away, so it's good that that hand muffles it so thoroughly. His squeeze tightens on Gladio, but he can't even find the energy to be tense anymore. It feels so good, even if the intensity is actually drawing it out longer than he thought it could, and his hips lift and shift and his legs spread a little more and he absolutely sounds the furthest thing from an angel.
His eyes can't stay open, closed to focus on the pleasure as he gasps and moans. They're quick noises with barely any space in between, a crescendo narrating just how close he's getting like this. He can't even attempt words, not that this hand would let him get them out, anyway.]