The timbre of Gladio's voice felt like velvet against his overheated skin and each touch seemed to stoke the fire in him a bit higher. A low moan of assent came as he watched the glove slowly slide from his hand and the moment it was freed, he moved to cup the side of Gladio's face, a moment of tenderness in the midst of his aching want.

"... it's too much. It hurts."