[Every thrust hits him in just the right spot. His fingers try not to dig into Gladio's skin, but he can't help it. He needs to cling on to something, he needs to feel Gladio closer, needs to hold on to him. Something to let him know that he needs this as much as he needs air. He needs this man.
Finally, he comes, moaning out his shield's name. His back arches off of the bed as he spills over Gladio's hand and between them. It's hot, it's intense, and he can only cling on to the other man as he shudders through it.]
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Date: 2017-03-05 06:56 am (UTC)Finally, he comes, moaning out his shield's name. His back arches off of the bed as he spills over Gladio's hand and between them. It's hot, it's intense, and he can only cling on to the other man as he shudders through it.]
Gladio.