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.
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Date: 2018-08-05 04:47 pm (UTC)"... it's too much. It hurts."