[Suddenly Gladio's head tilts back and he feels those fingers grip at his PJ's. He pauses, stills for a moment. Did he wake Gladio up? He holds his breath but nothing happens again.
Okay then.
His lips work themselves against tanned skin again and his hand goes back to playing with the waistband of his boxers. Maybe he can get him to make that sound again. Maybe if he sucks and grazes his teeth against the skin, he can do it again.]
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Okay then.
His lips work themselves against tanned skin again and his hand goes back to playing with the waistband of his boxers. Maybe he can get him to make that sound again. Maybe if he sucks and grazes his teeth against the skin, he can do it again.]