It was a challenge to not just gag or instinctively pull himself off of Gladio's cock, but one he was determined to overcome. And the way Gladio looked at him, talked to him right then? Well, it more than made it worth it. He moaned against Gladio, his own hand working himself as Gladio talked and touched him.

It was almost like some out of body experience really. The way he could still breathe but how it was still definitely hampered somewhat by Gladio's cock down the back of his throat, the way it felt to have his world narrowed to just that and his own hand around himself. He knew maybe he should be embarrassed by how depraved he probably looked then, tears in his eyes as he looked up at Gladio with such desperation to just keep going, keep using him for whatever he wanted. He was sure there was drool being washed away with the water… but Gladio kept looking at him like it was the hottest thing ever and that was all that mattered.

And like the night before he was vaguely aware of pain, the discomfort of being stretched and filled and a burning in his lungs from half breaths, but it swirled with the pleasure and became something else. Something he was very quickly getting addicted to.