[Just a little more is right. Eichi is impossibly close, overcome with pleasure from the intensity of these vibrations. He's not used to it at all. He's not used to any of this at all. His motions get more desperate the closer he gets, really grabbing at Gladio's arm as muffled moans and quick breaths are covered by that hand, and his hips keep trying to rock up to make that feeling last longer.
Soon enough, it hits the right spot long enough to send him over the edge. He comes hard, his whole body shuddering as his mess spills out over himself, and all of that sound slowly dies as his body practically melts through the table. He's breathing incredibly hard, and his heart beat is out of control— but it will stabilize.
He can't even keep holding on to Gladio, both of his hands dropping uselessly to his sides as he struggles to catch his breath. His eyes are only halfway open, if at all, as he tries to steal a glance up to Gladio. That bulge in those leather pants is too obvious, looks too painful, but he's too exhausted to even reach up to touch him.]
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Soon enough, it hits the right spot long enough to send him over the edge. He comes hard, his whole body shuddering as his mess spills out over himself, and all of that sound slowly dies as his body practically melts through the table. He's breathing incredibly hard, and his heart beat is out of control— but it will stabilize.
He can't even keep holding on to Gladio, both of his hands dropping uselessly to his sides as he struggles to catch his breath. His eyes are only halfway open, if at all, as he tries to steal a glance up to Gladio. That bulge in those leather pants is too obvious, looks too painful, but he's too exhausted to even reach up to touch him.]
Gladio... [Well, he's a satisfied mess.]