( there's an expectant breath, tented around his lips, but gladiolus doesn't go for the obvious heat between his legs--he goes for his legs, period, a warm tongue that laps over one of his stockings, and he can't help the way his muscles flex on either side, thighs tightening and then forced loose again. a husky laugh escapes, like he hadn't quite realized that as much as he wants to be in control, here, as much as he's brought this situation into being: in the end, it's going to be gladiolus running the show. he gets to decide what to do, under that tented skirt; he gets to decide how far to go.
so he shifts, slightly, not escaping the hold of gladiolus' hands on his hips, but rather, angling his back so that he can brace one hand behind him, holding himself up; that palm rests, light and sure, on gladiolus' stomach behind him, forcing him to let out another slow breath, his stomach tightening with interest underneath the stiff fabric of the dress. )
Guess that means you're not interested in anything else.
( lightly, but his eyes go up to the ceiling--the light's a little bright, especially with his nerves singing in interest, his cock twitching almost expectantly, a little flick at the head. )
That's fine with me.
( but there's a small tremor in his voice, betrayed by another husky laugh--he forces his eyes closed, lounging back on his arm, the other hand sliding into his own lap to grip at some of his skirts for something to hold onto. he'll start whining in a second, if he isn't presented with at least gladiolus' hot breath on hard skin. )
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so he shifts, slightly, not escaping the hold of gladiolus' hands on his hips, but rather, angling his back so that he can brace one hand behind him, holding himself up; that palm rests, light and sure, on gladiolus' stomach behind him, forcing him to let out another slow breath, his stomach tightening with interest underneath the stiff fabric of the dress. )
Guess that means you're not interested in anything else.
( lightly, but his eyes go up to the ceiling--the light's a little bright, especially with his nerves singing in interest, his cock twitching almost expectantly, a little flick at the head. )
That's fine with me.
( but there's a small tremor in his voice, betrayed by another husky laugh--he forces his eyes closed, lounging back on his arm, the other hand sliding into his own lap to grip at some of his skirts for something to hold onto. he'll start whining in a second, if he isn't presented with at least gladiolus' hot breath on hard skin. )