He continues to pet him, Gladio all too happy to give his lover what he wants. He turns his head to catch one of those kisses with his mouth, drawing his lover in to just exist in the pleasure of being mates.

"Course-" He sighs, and reaches to the bag he had packed and left on this side of the tent. It is a little buried under blankets, but he still finds it and opens it easily, retrieving the lubricant.

"Want me to go slow or hurry, love?"