[Gladio darting away was probably one of the cutest things that Aden had seen in a long while and he was glad that his chuckle was received by only open air. He hadn't really expected the man to call him 'sir' so quickly...but really, could he be surprised? Gladio was military trained and raised. Everyone was 'Sir' or 'Ma'am'.
He made a mental note of that and returned to his book.
Half an hour later-long enough for the man to finish showering and be mostly dry, he assumed-he strolled back inside and up the stairs, making no effort at all to be stealthy. He wanted Gladio to know where he was. Wanted him to not feel like Aden was trying to surprise him in any way. In fact, he gave the door a gentle knock before opening it to let himself into the guest bedroom.]
[The difference here is that Gladio is well aware of exactly what the different connotations are to calling Aden sir. But that's what he's signed up for this weekend so there's no point in avoiding the idea.
He's grateful for Aden's forward thinking. He's already nervous and if he'd been even remotely stealthy that could go south very quickly. Gladio is a reactionary creature at the best of times. His instinctive response to being startled is liable to be infinitely more violent than the average person's. But he pauses in his lap of the room, amber eyes brightening at the promise of food, a wry smile pulling at his lips.]
Good, Ignis has left us a lovely roast for dinner. But first, let's make you a little more comfortable, since I assume you wouldn't be if you were just naked in my home. Though...I will admit, the view is nice.
[The corners of his lips flirted with a smirk as he let his eyes roam over his boy's naked boyfriend. But for all that, he was mostly just teasing.
Crossing the room to the closet, he opened it and rummaged for a moment before he pulled two things from it. One was a small, neatly folded square of fabric that-when unfolded- turned out to be a pair of black biking shorts. The other was a harness of some type? Black leather and stainless steel rivets connecting the thick straps.
[That smile turns to a grin when he mentions Ignis' cooking and well, far be it for him to deny a little ogling. Don't mind him while he shifts his stance to put himself more firmly on display. Perhaps his tattoo should've been a peacock instead of an eagle.]
Who says I'm not comfortable?
[Aden you're fucking his boyfriend and he's just hung out in your guest room listening to the two of you bang. He has no shame okay. So he takes the shorts, cocks a brow, but makes no move to put them on yet. Especially not when the thing in your hands is much more interesting.]
[Up went that brow and the smirk stopped flirted and just happened. Keeping the harness at his side, Aden took the few steps needed to put himself firmly in Gladio's space...then reached out to cup his soft cock in his hand.]
Because without those, I can't promise to keep my hands to myself. So, if you're not comfortable with this, then I suggest you wear them.
[He did like the weight in his palm however, and if Gladio didn't immediately pull away, he would enjoy himself a nice fondle.]
[He didn't immediately pull away, though he did stagger back a tiny bit, startled by the sudden grope. His free hand came up to grab at Aden's shoulder to steady himself, next breath coming out in a low rumbling sigh. Still, Gladio makes no move to stop Aden from touching him.]
Sorta what I'm here for, ain't it?
[He knew it wasn't, or at least not completely. They'd gone through the negotiations properly. But he was hardly going to argue to hands nearly as elegant as Iggy's fondling him. As a matter of fact the suddenness of the touch and the thrill of knowing why he was here in the first place have his body responding quickly, cock beginning to grow firm in Aden's hand.]
[That rumbling sigh was met with a wicked, low chuckle...and then Aden was grinning at it wasn't an expression that meant happy fun times.
Or, rather, meant happy, fun times.
Gladio started to firm in his hand and he enjoyed the sensation, making a low sound in his throat to show his appreciation....but he didn't move his hand to allow his cock to actually grow. In fact, his hand was ..
tightening?
Yep. A slow, meticulous squeeze that Aden measured by Gladio's reaction to it, stopping only when the man gave his first hitched breath.]
You are a beautiful creature, do you know that? I'd love to watch you two one day if you'd be willing. See you spread him open until he's as vocal for you as he is for me. I wonder how it sounds when he screams for you instead of me.... Tell me, is there a difference?
[Aden's hand tightens on him and that alone is enough to make him twitch, muscles clenching, cock filling out that much faster. Trying to at least. It's uncomfortable but somehow that only makes it more exciting. It's certainly not long before his breath hitches, though. Not with Aden painting such a lovely image in his mind.]
Yeah... 's not as high, not desperate like he does for you. Unless I have my tongue up his ass. You can watch next time. Yeah, that'd be hot.
Aden's lips curled into a smile and he leaned in close, using his grip on Gladio's cock to keep him from moving away.]
I think I'd like that very much, Gladiolus. I think I'd also like to see your face while he fucks you through your mattress.
[One last squeeze and then he was releasing him and stepping away, back over the bed as if he hadn't just had his hands all over his boyfriend's boyfriend's junk.]
I think you'll appreciate a harness. Do you have any immediate objections to the idea?
[Aden leans in and the last thing Gladio's thinking of doing is stepping back. He wavers slightly towards the older man, smiling. Then that squeeze and the thought of Aden watching Ignis take him apart and the Shield's hips jerk against Aden's grip, groan turning to gasp when he suddenly lets go.
His next breath comes out hard, rough and disappointed as he watches Aden return to the harness.]
No... [A deep, steadying breath, trying to cool his arousal and knowing it's only going to get worse from here.] No objections.
[The 'sir' causes little shivers to race down his spine and he had to admit...the title sounded very nice coming from this powerful man. Gladio reminded him a great deal of his first love...and while that was a bittersweet memory, it also meant that he wanted to do this right.
Swallowing back the habitual 'good boy' for now, he faced the Shield once more and held out the hanger with the straps.]
Good. Because this should frame you quite nicely. Kneel and I'll help you put it on.
[He's familiar with the praise, has seen Aden gift Ignis with such a response hundreds of times so the fact that he doesn't get any sort of answer for it has doubt flickering across his face, clear as day. Hiding what he's feeling will never be something Gladio excels in but especially not now and not from a man as well versed as Aden. Still he nods at the orders, sinking swiftly to his knees.
Even as he goes he's shifting the towel over his shoulders, scrubbing it through his hair one more time before draping it over his knees for the time being. He wants to both keep it out of the way and off the floor and there's really nowhere else safe to put a wet towel than on his body so... lap will do for now.]
[He saw that confusion and automatically set that to his memory. Apparently, his assumption that Gladio would be uneasy with his favorite form of praise was inaccurate. That was a good thing.
Reaching out, he ran his fingers through that damp hair, massaging the younger man's scalp a little.]
Good boy.
[He let that praise sink in through his massaging fingers, soaking into the man kneeling in front of him. Once he felt like Gladio had fully acknowledged the praise and registered it, only then did he move forward with his plan of helping the Shield into the smooth leather of the harness.]
[He lets his head loll slightly at the strong fingers working through his hair, a heavy breath that's not quite a groan escaping. Or at least starting to before it cuts of in surprise, a soft hopeful kind of sound following, head trying briefly to tilt up to look at Aden. He doesn't fight the fingers in his hair though, lets his eyes close again and his body slowly, gradually relax a little further. His head falls forward a bit, offers Aden the finer hairs at the back of his neck.
He's not sure what changed between one moment and the next, maybe it was just that Aden appreciated the sight of him on his knees or that he's not a total heathen and kept the wet towel off the floor but he sinks into that praise eagerly, flashing an uncharacteristically shy smile up at the other man when he finally moves to settle that harness into place. No cockiness or bravado just soft, genuine appreciation.]
[Ahh, there it was. He'd stumbled onto it, not something he did very often anymore, but it was always nice to be proven wrong every now and then.
He'd been confident that Gladio would respond well to the pressure and edges of the harness. He was also still confident that the man would enjoy the quiet grace of the positions. But he hadn't expected Gladio to be quite so accepting of praise.
Though, really...he should have expected it. A solider, after all, does his work without it every being acknowledged. A Shield's work was their life.
Once the harness was in place and tightened so that it sat snug against those muscles, Aden hummed in appreciation and let his fingers trail over the edges so that he stroked both skin and leather.]
You are a beautiful man, Gladiolus. And a very good boy. Go. Look at yourself and see.
[He swatted that tight ass, that gestured at the mirror on the closet door.]
There's something familiar and grounding about the feel of leather on his skin, far tighter than his crownsguard attire but still looser and less stifling than the heavy Kingsglaive uniform. It's a very satisfying feeling and that combined with the praise has him practically purring when he finally gets up to look in the mirror. The swat gets a huff of laughter, smirk already forming when he finally gets a look at the stark black lines that cut across the eagle.
He takes a moment to admire it, turning and flexing to see how it looks across thick muscle, finally rolling his shoulders back and breathing in deep to let it pull taut, forcing him not to take a full breath.
That cocksure attitude was back and Aden smiled to himself upon seeing it. He loved how clueless Ignis could be about his own beauty, but there was something to be said about watching someone who took pride and effort in their body.
Strolling up behind the man, he scratched his blunt nails along the man's spine, hooking into the leather with a firm downward pull.
"On your knees, boy. Back straight, knees shoulders apart, toes touching. Rest her hands on your knees, palms up. Head down." He wasn't sharp or mean about the orders. Just matter of fact and no nonsense, all of him just expecting Gladio to follow them without question.
Gladio arched into the scrape of nails, breath rumbling out in a pleased sigh that halted abruptly with the tension on the harness. Pulling down like that, pulling his shoulders back, it was impossible to breathe in too deeply and he relished that for a moment.
Before he falls obediently to his knees he catches Aden's gaze in the mirror, quirking a brow and lips curling up into a suggestive smirk. Then he turns around so he can face the older man, sinking down far less graceful than Ignis might have been but still more smoothly than one might expect from a man his size. He adjusts, squirms a little as he tries to figure out where is the most comfortable way to hold that position.
Once he finds it he visibly relaxes into it, tension bleeding out of his shoulders and thighs, settling back on his heels, bowing his head and even nodding very slightly to himself. Okay, this is surprisingly comfortable.
That grace wasn't lost on or even a surprise to Aden. Gladio was a man who knew his body without question. Had trained it to it's perfection and knew every muscle with intimate detail. He had no doubt that Gladio would have the reaction time of a cat with a sensuous grace to match.
But this wasn't about Gladio's reaction time. This was about testing his body.
Running his fingers through damp curls, he gave in to the urge to tug a little. "From this point on, unless I tell you otherwise you are to be at my left side, two steps behind me. When I stop, you stop and this is the position you take. When I want a different position from you, I will put you in that position, am I understood?" He never once rose his voice or changed his tone. Just commenting on the weather, really. And telling it in no uncertain terms that his word was to be obeyed.
Aden tugs and Gladio's head lolls back with that pressure, not even a hint of resistance. Even Aden knows by now that his hair is the fastest way to get him out of his head, it's something Iggy exploits quite regularly.
There is a little hesitation in responding to those orders though, a small thoughtful hum. He nods slightly but there is a touch of uncertainty in his voice. "Yes, Sir... I'm used to being on the right. Sorry if I mess that up."
Ignis is the one at Noctis' left. Gladio always at his Prince's right. It means he will have to make a conscious effort to correct his habits here. The rest of it, two steps behind, is his usual position anyway. And this? This is pretty comfortable. Not that different from settling in for tea with the Marshal.
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Date: 2019-05-07 04:10 pm (UTC)He made a mental note of that and returned to his book.
Half an hour later-long enough for the man to finish showering and be mostly dry, he assumed-he strolled back inside and up the stairs, making no effort at all to be stealthy. He wanted Gladio to know where he was. Wanted him to not feel like Aden was trying to surprise him in any way. In fact, he gave the door a gentle knock before opening it to let himself into the guest bedroom.]
Are you hungry?
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Date: 2019-05-09 06:58 pm (UTC)He's grateful for Aden's forward thinking. He's already nervous and if he'd been even remotely stealthy that could go south very quickly. Gladio is a reactionary creature at the best of times. His instinctive response to being startled is liable to be infinitely more violent than the average person's. But he pauses in his lap of the room, amber eyes brightening at the promise of food, a wry smile pulling at his lips.]
Always.
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Date: 2019-05-14 05:12 pm (UTC)Good, Ignis has left us a lovely roast for dinner. But first, let's make you a little more comfortable, since I assume you wouldn't be if you were just naked in my home. Though...I will admit, the view is nice.
[The corners of his lips flirted with a smirk as he let his eyes roam over his boy's naked boyfriend. But for all that, he was mostly just teasing.
Crossing the room to the closet, he opened it and rummaged for a moment before he pulled two things from it. One was a small, neatly folded square of fabric that-when unfolded- turned out to be a pair of black biking shorts. The other was a harness of some type? Black leather and stainless steel rivets connecting the thick straps.
The shorts were handed over first.]
Those you shouldn't need any help with.
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Date: 2019-05-15 08:31 pm (UTC)Who says I'm not comfortable?
[Aden you're fucking his boyfriend and he's just hung out in your guest room listening to the two of you bang. He has no shame okay. So he takes the shorts, cocks a brow, but makes no move to put them on yet. Especially not when the thing in your hands is much more interesting.]
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Date: 2019-05-15 08:42 pm (UTC)Because without those, I can't promise to keep my hands to myself. So, if you're not comfortable with this, then I suggest you wear them.
[He did like the weight in his palm however, and if Gladio didn't immediately pull away, he would enjoy himself a nice fondle.]
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Date: 2019-05-15 09:37 pm (UTC)Sorta what I'm here for, ain't it?
[He knew it wasn't, or at least not completely. They'd gone through the negotiations properly. But he was hardly going to argue to hands nearly as elegant as Iggy's fondling him. As a matter of fact the suddenness of the touch and the thrill of knowing why he was here in the first place have his body responding quickly, cock beginning to grow firm in Aden's hand.]
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Date: 2019-05-15 10:01 pm (UTC)Or, rather, meant happy, fun times.
Gladio started to firm in his hand and he enjoyed the sensation, making a low sound in his throat to show his appreciation....but he didn't move his hand to allow his cock to actually grow. In fact, his hand was ..
tightening?
Yep. A slow, meticulous squeeze that Aden measured by Gladio's reaction to it, stopping only when the man gave his first hitched breath.]
You are a beautiful creature, do you know that? I'd love to watch you two one day if you'd be willing. See you spread him open until he's as vocal for you as he is for me. I wonder how it sounds when he screams for you instead of me.... Tell me, is there a difference?
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Date: 2019-05-16 10:53 pm (UTC)Yeah... 's not as high, not desperate like he does for you. Unless I have my tongue up his ass. You can watch next time. Yeah, that'd be hot.
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Date: 2019-06-02 07:07 am (UTC)Oh really now?
Aden's lips curled into a smile and he leaned in close, using his grip on Gladio's cock to keep him from moving away.]
I think I'd like that very much, Gladiolus. I think I'd also like to see your face while he fucks you through your mattress.
[One last squeeze and then he was releasing him and stepping away, back over the bed as if he hadn't just had his hands all over his boyfriend's boyfriend's junk.]
I think you'll appreciate a harness. Do you have any immediate objections to the idea?
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Date: 2019-06-05 10:38 pm (UTC)His next breath comes out hard, rough and disappointed as he watches Aden return to the harness.]
No... [A deep, steadying breath, trying to cool his arousal and knowing it's only going to get worse from here.] No objections.
... sir
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Date: 2019-06-11 12:38 am (UTC)Swallowing back the habitual 'good boy' for now, he faced the Shield once more and held out the hanger with the straps.]
Good. Because this should frame you quite nicely. Kneel and I'll help you put it on.
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Date: 2019-06-11 08:31 pm (UTC)Even as he goes he's shifting the towel over his shoulders, scrubbing it through his hair one more time before draping it over his knees for the time being. He wants to both keep it out of the way and off the floor and there's really nowhere else safe to put a wet towel than on his body so... lap will do for now.]
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Date: 2019-06-27 05:51 am (UTC)Reaching out, he ran his fingers through that damp hair, massaging the younger man's scalp a little.]
Good boy.
[He let that praise sink in through his massaging fingers, soaking into the man kneeling in front of him. Once he felt like Gladio had fully acknowledged the praise and registered it, only then did he move forward with his plan of helping the Shield into the smooth leather of the harness.]
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Date: 2019-07-04 04:20 am (UTC)He's not sure what changed between one moment and the next, maybe it was just that Aden appreciated the sight of him on his knees or that he's not a total heathen and kept the wet towel off the floor but he sinks into that praise eagerly, flashing an uncharacteristically shy smile up at the other man when he finally moves to settle that harness into place. No cockiness or bravado just soft, genuine appreciation.]
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Date: 2019-07-25 04:11 am (UTC)He'd been confident that Gladio would respond well to the pressure and edges of the harness. He was also still confident that the man would enjoy the quiet grace of the positions. But he hadn't expected Gladio to be quite so accepting of praise.
Though, really...he should have expected it. A solider, after all, does his work without it every being acknowledged. A Shield's work was their life.
Once the harness was in place and tightened so that it sat snug against those muscles, Aden hummed in appreciation and let his fingers trail over the edges so that he stroked both skin and leather.]
You are a beautiful man, Gladiolus. And a very good boy. Go. Look at yourself and see.
[He swatted that tight ass, that gestured at the mirror on the closet door.]
fuck brackets
Date: 2019-07-26 04:04 pm (UTC)He takes a moment to admire it, turning and flexing to see how it looks across thick muscle, finally rolling his shoulders back and breathing in deep to let it pull taut, forcing him not to take a full breath.
"This? ... is nice."
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Date: 2019-11-17 12:55 am (UTC)Strolling up behind the man, he scratched his blunt nails along the man's spine, hooking into the leather with a firm downward pull.
"On your knees, boy. Back straight, knees shoulders apart, toes touching. Rest her hands on your knees, palms up. Head down." He wasn't sharp or mean about the orders. Just matter of fact and no nonsense, all of him just expecting Gladio to follow them without question.
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Date: 2019-12-02 12:11 pm (UTC)Before he falls obediently to his knees he catches Aden's gaze in the mirror, quirking a brow and lips curling up into a suggestive smirk. Then he turns around so he can face the older man, sinking down far less graceful than Ignis might have been but still more smoothly than one might expect from a man his size. He adjusts, squirms a little as he tries to figure out where is the most comfortable way to hold that position.
Once he finds it he visibly relaxes into it, tension bleeding out of his shoulders and thighs, settling back on his heels, bowing his head and even nodding very slightly to himself. Okay, this is surprisingly comfortable.
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Date: 2020-02-08 08:20 pm (UTC)But this wasn't about Gladio's reaction time. This was about testing his body.
Running his fingers through damp curls, he gave in to the urge to tug a little. "From this point on, unless I tell you otherwise you are to be at my left side, two steps behind me. When I stop, you stop and this is the position you take. When I want a different position from you, I will put you in that position, am I understood?" He never once rose his voice or changed his tone. Just commenting on the weather, really. And telling it in no uncertain terms that his word was to be obeyed.
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Date: 2020-02-25 03:45 am (UTC)There is a little hesitation in responding to those orders though, a small thoughtful hum. He nods slightly but there is a touch of uncertainty in his voice. "Yes, Sir... I'm used to being on the right. Sorry if I mess that up."
Ignis is the one at Noctis' left. Gladio always at his Prince's right. It means he will have to make a conscious effort to correct his habits here. The rest of it, two steps behind, is his usual position anyway. And this? This is pretty comfortable. Not that different from settling in for tea with the Marshal.