[ Drink it in, angel. Gladio will make a point to grin widely when Eichi rubs against it, feeling him through his pants. He pushes into the touch, letting him touch all he likes. The warmth of his hand and the pressure of it is both light, but bleeds through the leather. ]

Technically speaking, giving me the same feeling would mean putting a toy in my butt.
I'll pass this time.

[ This is really a bad idea. But YOLO, Gladio's too fired up, too drunk and also no good story ever started with the 'having a salad'.. (but plenty of bad ones are attributed to alcohol). Gladio hums into the second kiss, pulling away only to pose an idea if Eichi is lacking for a suggestion of his own. ]

Besides, now that you've tried the other two. Wanna try me on for size?