Sword and Shield post because thats what this turned into

[shwarm_after]

Who knew that i'd need to make an open window sex Post. But here we go.

Rules:

Ask for any of my boys.
M/M Only because I'm a Yaoibrat.
Commence window fucking.

THE FUCKING LIST STARTS NOW

Windowsex
Hot Springs
Blissed out Fucking
somnophilia
Daddy!Kink
Mirror Kink
Toys
Old MEN FEELS
Train Arguing/hatesex
THE ULTIMATE FLAVOR EXPERIENCE
LUBE SUMMON
Crossdressing (school uniform?)
Panties
Getting Tattoos??
NEW SCAR TRACING?
Handcuffs
Awful Sex/Sex gone wrong
DICK BITE
Drunk shenanigans
Carsex
In Charge KING!Noct
THRONE SEX
Slave Leia Gladio Lol
Domestic cute shit+royal duties+husbands
FLOWERS BECAUSE THEY'RE CUTE AND GLADIO IS TSUNDERE
ASS EATING. GLADIO HAS GOOD TASTE
Leather and cuffs
HEEEEYEAH.... I WANNA SCOOP BABEH
RESTRAIN GLADIO
CAMPING FISHING HONEYMOON
ABO SHIT
PRETTY KITTY COLLAR NOCT
Nipple Play
Heats
More Somno but with Sleepy Noct
Furry Shit (BURRS and Cats)
Slavery (both ways)
HATE SEXTING
AMNESIA???

Comments

Ayyyy

[sworn_shield]

[He doesn't usually go to Noctis' apartment- That's more of Iggy's style to baby him like that- But school is out for a week long break and as far as Gladiolus is concerned, that's too much time for the prince too be goofing off with. He gives him a few days, but by the time the middle of the week rolls around and Noct hasn't come by for pratice, he'll be taking matters into his own hands.

So it's the middle of the afternoon, the sun is already past it's highest point when he lets himself in. The lights are off, and the whole apartment is a little messy. He wouldn't be suprised if Pompto had spent the night and already jet off to go do...Well, whatever he does.]

You better not still be sleeping this time of day. [Gladio calls out as he opens the door, letting in the bright morning sunshine into Prince Sleepyhead's bedroom. You'd better get up Noct, or he'll flip the mattress with you still on it.]

[bullet_holes]

[ It was break. There was a round of exams that he crammed for that left him absolutely drained. Sure, there was more to do considering he had other duties (there was always a constant reminder of that) but he was exhausted. He wanted to have fun. Be a normal teenager for once.

So he did.

Prompto had stayed over the night before, and they'd played their fair share of games and eaten more junk food than either of them really should have.They had stayed up late into the night to the point where they could see the beginnings of the sun rise. Prompto had an early start to the morning (he'd whined about making bad choices before they knocked out) and had already let himself out.

That left Noctis alone to sleep for the morning.

He hears the faint noise of someone entering the apartment and he only pullshis blankets over his head. He needs to stay asleep for the next forever. Then he heasd Gladio's voice and he lets out a groan.

No, he wasn't getting up any time soon. Gladio just needed to get out.]

[sworn_shield]

[He hears that groan, and sees Noctis cocooning further into his blankets as if it will prevent Gladio from seeing him. The older man is a littler amused by this, but unfortunately there are duties they must attend to. And his is keeping the prince's skinny ass in tip top shape.

Well, and teach him to fight.]

That was cute the first few times ten years ago Noct, not anymore. [He scolds, but the man's tone is still playful. The curtians of the window get yanked open and he opens it up to let the smell of teenagers and doritos and mountian dew snacks air out before going to sit at the edge of Noct's bed, hand coming down to yank the covers off of him.]

Come on, a few hours of training and then you can be free to sleep the day away.

[fishingking]

[Sunlight flooded the room and Noctis buried his head into the pillow and screwed his eyes shut. No, it was still way too early to get up. He hadn't even gotten a good four hours in yet. Or at least it felt like he hadn't. He didn't actually know how long he'd been asleep, but however long it was, it definitely wasn't enough.

He felt the bed dip beside him and his fists clenched in the blankets.]

It's break. [And it might sound like a whine but, it's most definitely not. He doesn't whine, okay.] Just let me rest, Gladio. [The sound is muffled by the pillow, but he knows Gladio can understand him, or at least get the gist of what he was saying.]

[fishingking]

[ It was early morning and the sun was barely starting to peak through the slit in the curtains of Noctis' room. Normally he wouldn't even be awake this early, but something had woken the prince up. Was it a dream? He couldn't actually remember, but it had him clinging to his bodyguard in his bed. At least he hadn't woken him up.

Gladio rarely stayed the night at his apartment, but last night had been the rare exception. He had stayed too late, drank maybe a little too much, so he climbed into bed with Noctis for the night. Not that the Prince was complaining. He was more than happy to have his shield by his side... Even if the older man sometimes snored and took up more room on the bed.

He pushed himself up on his forearm and brushed a strand of dark hair away from his face. He was already up and whatever he had dreamed about would keep him awake for the rest of the morning. What was he going to do now?]

[sworn_shield]

[Even with the sun starting to climb in the sky and Noctis awake, Gladiolus doesn't wake up. They were safe in the Prince's apartment, with no known threats currently abound and no reason to be on high alert, so the Shield sleeps.

It has nothing to do with that two or three extra beers he had last night, oh no.

Noctis' stirring does get one thing out of him however. With rhe orher curled close then moving away Gladio seeks out him. He turns his head and finds Noctis' shoulder, warm breath against his skin. In fact Gladio is nearly all warm skin at the moment, only clad ib his boxers that cling to mid thigh. Everything that doesn't seem to be made for him tends to fit a little small, but on days like this where he is giving Noctis slack, it doesn't usually bother him.

And well, it gives the other a lot nice to look at as well.]

[fishingking]

[ Gladio's moves towards him again and he huffs a soft laugh. He never excepted Gladio to be the clingy type but there he is, looking for the prince like a moogle doll. Noct looks over his body, eyes raking over toned muscle and inked skin. Hes warm (he always runs warm, the lucky bastard) and Noctis can't help but run his hand over warm skin.

He stops at the waistband of his too tight boxers and strokes the skin there for just a moment. Everything that his shield wears is always just a touch too tight and revealing too much skin. He leans into Gladio's chest, buries his face in the crook of his neck. He just wants to give Gladio something to hold on to. You know, cuddle.

And if his lips kiss at his neck and taste skin, it's by accident. ]

[sworn_shield]

[Insomnia tends to be all about sleekness. High rise buildings, glossy cars and pristine screens which play ads 24/7. Even the Citadel with its looming arches and imposing tower are always a pristine white.

It isn't a bad thing, but the city has an underside to it that is much more exciting. Diverse cultures that hadn't quite conformed to the city. Bright and dark colors meshing in strings of hand painted ads or colorful flags that hang across streets, with food so exotic and different that it is like a whole other world down here.

Gladio loves it. He's never been much for pomp and circumstance outside of his job, and once he had become old enough that his Father really couldn't tell him what to do anymore, he spent so many nights down exploring the underbelly of Insomnia, learning just what was around. Slowly he had let his hair grow wild and his arms and chest gained more and more ink to them, but instead of distracting the Prince's Shield it had only made him stronger for it. After all, Noctis was the chosen one. If he protects him, then he's protecting everyone if Insomnia, from those cut off from their home to those that have made it their home.

There isn't any fanfare or anything in his trips when he brings Noctis down with him. The first few times they only wander around, because he wants the other to feel the same way he did about the side of the city their kind- Future Lords and Kings alike- Don't really get to see. Today Noctis had seemed stressed about something, so Gladio had suggested they go relax, and had promised that it wasnt training with a laugh.

That alone should be enough to peak curiosity. When they get to the place it is like a piece of a faraway land had been dropped into the middle of their city. The Hot Springs weren't natural of course, but little of Insomnia was, and they had done a great job of hiding the fact with quiet technology and an authentic feel to the place.]

So, what do you think of the place? [He shoots a grin to the other, clad in only the robe they had been provided. Because it's Noctis with him he had ensured a little more extra privacy for them than usual, but other than that the springs that awaited them looked as good as ever.] Hurry up, let's get in.

[fishingking]

[ Everything Noctis is used to is sleek, clean, pristine. It's always the top of the line technology, the fastest cars, the latest and greatest in fashion. Noctis doesn't necessarily want it all. It's just what he's know and what he's given for most of his life. The palace is nearly secluded from the rest of the city, and the school he went to might as well have been. The area was always so clean, so closed off from everyone outside of the wealthy, that it might as well have been a part of the palace itself.

Noctis is more than aware of the darker parts in the city. He's heard the stories, seen the news footage. He's also heard everything from Gladio. He's seen how he's changed over time with his long hair and each new tattoo see sees on his arm. Eventually he takes Noctis with him, shows him around, answers most of the questions that the prince asks. Hell, he even lets him try his first drink.

Their outings down here are still rare, but they're always the bright spot in Noctis' week, sometimes even month. He knows that they can't come down here often, but it's always fun to just let loose and mingle with people he'd otherwise never get to meet. Experience things he'd never get to even think about back at the palace.

Today had been particularly hard. The new political reports had come in. The tension between Lucis and Nifflheim was only getting stronger. His father was doing everything he could to keep the wall up at the cost of almost everything. Eventually he'd pass on and Noctis would be...Whatever. He couldn't do anything about it. Not now.

So when Gladio had suggested they get away for a minute, Nocits was more than happy to go along. He'd been suspicious at first (training was the last thing he wanted to do today) but he was pleasantly surprised when Gladio dragged him to this side of the city. However, they didn't hit their usual haunts. Instead, his shield had taken him someplace new.

The springs were beautiful, mimicking something he had briefly seen in Tenebrae. It was completely different than anything he'd seen in the city and it was amazing. ]

It's great! [He looks back up to Gadio with bright eyes. He begins to push off the robe that was already too big and loose on him to begin with, and he heads for the water.]

[sworn_shield]

[Gladio knows that the newest news about their relationship with the ever present threat of the Empire is tough on Noctis. Every momemt he is not in school, not training with him Ignis is surely leaving him large imposing reports to read.

For now however, that is neither here nor there. He smiles at the bright look Noctis has, watching him head to the water.] Thought you might like it. It's a hisden gem of a place down here.

[And hw knows the usual staff well enough that they would be discreet about their visit, with enough money and his usual smooth charm. It takes him a moment, but Gladio realizes he is getting left behind, and with a chuckle undoes the belt of his robe, pulling the thin fabric away from himself and discarding it to the side to join the other.]

Much better than a regular pool, right?

[fishingking]

[ It was just a joke. That's how it all started. Ignis had insisted that he eat some vegetables, and Noctis made a comment about him being 'mom.' It was just a snide little comment to get under his skin. It hadn't (at least not that Noctis could tell) but it did lead to Gladio asking if he really called him mom.

And that's when Noctis simply replied, "If you want, I could call you daddy."

And then things got... weird? It was a joke. It wasn't meant to mean anything, but for some reason he felt his face flush a tiny bit. And maybe he kind of liked it, but it was weird. Whatever, it wasn't that important. Just a small instance that he'd ignore for the rest of their lives.

Except he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Especially now when he's leaning against his Shield on the couch while playing Kings Knight. He swipes and tries to defeat an enemy, but his mind isn't completely focused because he keeps thinking about that one stupid word and-- ]

Aw man... [His character dies a firey death on screen with a flair of dramatic music. He turns off his phone screen in frustration and puts the device down. Why couldn't he stop thinking about that stupid word?]

[sworn_shield]

[Ignis had been able to hide his scandalized look pretty well, though being the mom-friend is a joke about how he fusses over all of them and has been made before. Gladio, however, nearly dies choking on his drink at the sudden snappy response from the Prince, and that fucking word. .

Of course Gladio couldn't let himself just get so embarrassed without a parting shot, so he had replied back with something snappy cool to say so he doesn't get shown up. 'I only let good boys and girls call me daddy.'

Iggy scolds him of course, because even tho Noct started it the retainer is too damn soft on the teenager and probably thinks his ears are delicate and he hasn't heard worse stuff in school. Or that Gladio's got a bit of a reputation for being a hedonist. Ignis doesn't know what they've been getting up to or at least he pretends he doesn't for the sake of needing to bleach his brain, and after throwing his hands up and promising to be more 'wholesome' so as not to scandalize their future King, they had let the subject wander into something else.

Except now Iggy is gone and it's just the two of them. Gladio was planning on staying because they have warp-strike training at an awfully early time in the morning and they have to get there before the Glaives nd somebody has to get the prince out of bed, but something's been weird since dinner. Noct isn't even paying attention to the boss they were mutually trying to strike down, and Gladio groan in frustration when the other gives up on him.]

Man, you're concentration is shit today Noct. You'd better pull it together tomorrow or Nyx is going to kick your ass.

[fishingking]

[ Their relationship is more or less kept secret. Noctis has a sneaking suspicion that Ignis might know, but if he does, he doesn't say anything and the prince is grateful for it. They don't even really name this... whatever it is. It's just the two of them fooling around, and they just...hang out at each other's places every once in a while? Whatever it is, it's nice.

Except now that he's acting weird and causing them to lose against a boss. Crap. ]

Sorry, I... just got a lot of my mind. [A single word, actually. But it was so distracting. The way Gladio had choked was almost hilarious, but he snapped back with something about good boys and--

He was thinking about it again, dammit. He could already feel his face begin to heat up a bit at the memory.] Maybe I just need to go to bed.

[And then maybe he'd stop thinking about it. It was too early to really want to go to bed, but maybe Gladio wouldn't question it. Hopefully. ]

[sworn_shield]

[It's been two weeks since the Sun had risen above Lucis. Two weeks since Noctis had returned, a week since Gladio had begun making trips back and forth from Lestallm to bring more people and Caravans to Hammerhead. There was no moment of rest for the rightful King and his brothers in arms, even with the long night gone some demons still lurked about.

But time needed to be made for their sake. Celebrating the breaking of the curse had only been done in passing, but worth it when people had walked up to Noctis and offered their alligence, expertise, and gratitude. But despite it being two weeks it has been ten years since Gladio has been with Noctis alone, and the busier they get, the more time drags on, the harder it is to keep away.

Finally it is too much. It is the middle of the morning but Gladio doesn't care. Noctis has meetings to attend but Ignis can fucking handle them. They are in a tiny caravan and might be heard from outside but by this point, who cares?

He walks into Noctis' tiny caravan turned royal bedroom and shuts the door like he belongs there. Locks it after him. Hell, the King may still be asleep by this point, but maybe a ten year nap finally knocked him out of the habit?]

Noct?

[fishingking]

[Two weeks. It's been two weeks since he's woken up. Since he brought back the light. Since they took Ardyn down. Since then, he's been spending most of his time in meetings and in caravans. He's been helping the others take out the demons (he's not going to let them do all the work on their own). Everyone has been helpful, and offered their assistance, which the pri-no, King (that was still strange to think about) was grateful for.

But despite everything, it was a little too much. He was tired, exhausted. With everything going on, it felt as though he could never get a moments rest. It feels as though he can't find a moment to sit and think, or even just a chance to be alone with anyone he cared about. Sure, there were very short moments they he could steal with Gladio--quick kisses and passing touches, but it wasn't enough.

Last night was no different. He was up late into the night discussing a few things with a few advisors (Ignis had been there the whole time). The only moment he had with Gladio was the long look across the room, and a passing touch on his shoulder. Soon after that, they had all gone to bed which was where he currently was. There were some meetings he had to attend, but he'd let Ignis take care of it. He was tired, and he just needed a moment to rest.

He was awake, but he was still lazing around. He eventually heard the door open, and the heavy footsteps that could only belong to his shield. It was only confirmed when he heard his low voice. ]

Mn, yeah? [His voice was still rough with sleep, and he still had his head against the pillows. Maybe he'd get up in 5 more minutes.]

[sworn_shield]

Morning, King Sleepyhead.

[Gladio teases with a smile as he catches sight of the other. He moves to come over, boots heavy on the floor, but that doesn't matter when he sinks a knee into the side of the bed. He is wearing rhe lower half of his Kingsglaive outfit, but his shirt is a threadbare beater from some long ago age. Leaning down and over the other to run a hand over his cheek.]

I thought that if you were determined to spend your morning in bed, I might as well come join you until they need me.

[He leans down and kisses the other, chaste and warm against dark hair. ]

[sworn_shield]

[Gladio and Noctis had been winding down for a quiet evening of King's Knight when the call had come in. It sucked that Gladio could so easily be pulled away on Crown business, but as a Shield to the Prince one day it will be his job to be calling these meetings, informing instead of participating. His Father is a great hand of the King and Gladio has much to learn from him, bug he still had groaned and grumbled a little bit when he had to shed off his sweatpants and put on clothes more appropriate for a KingsGlaive meeting.

Or, you know. A shirt in general.

"I'll be back soon." He promised Noctis, grabbing a piece of toast from their Breakfast-for-dinner and heading out the door. It wouldn't be this late at night if it wasn't important, they both knew, and he ruffles Noctis spiky locks as a tease before leaving.

But by the six, was this boring. He wishes it was over, but he geographical surveys of certian areas of Lucian territoty and their increase in daemon activity in the sewers was actually kinda important. Not enough to stop his mind from drifting, but obviously they were going to have to go in and deal with the problem. If he goes along depends on how many glaive are available and his and Noctis'... schedule, but thankfully they aren't being told to go in tonight.

When they are done, Gladio pulls out his phone to send Noct a text.]

>>Meeting over. All about dumb💩 see u in a few xx

[There, that should do it.]

[fishingking]

[ It was going to be a quiet night for the two of them. They'd settled in for a few rounds of Kings Knight and maybe even an early night to sleep in. Noctis was on break from school for the month, so they really had no obligations or plans. Just a lazy night. That was, until the Kingsglaive called Gladio in. Noctis understood that Gladio had to go when he was called. He'd do the same if his father or the Kingsglaive had done the same for him. But still, it left him alone in an empty apartment. Not that he minded. He enjoyed living on his own prior to Gladio moving in, but now that he was used to his shield staying with him everything just felt... empty.

He talked on the phone for a few minutes with Prompto until his friend had to go with a'Hey my parents are actually home, gotta go!' The prince couldn't blame him for wanting to spend time with family he rarely saw. So he spent another hour or two playing a single player campaign of Kings Knight. It wasn't nearly as fun, and the boss was almost frustratingly difficult.

Eventually he was tired with his game, and was about to call it an early night when there was a knock on the door. He looked at the time. Who would come this late? Cautiously, he opened the door, and was relieved to see a package at his doorstep with the courier already heading down the hall. He didn't remember ordering anything recently. Could it be Gladio's? He brought the package inside and and noticed that it was addressed to him.

Huh.

Tearing into the package got him a whole lot of packing peanuts, but at the very bottom was a...group of leather straps? And rings? He lifted it out of the box, took a closer look and-oh. OH. He vaguely remembered a conversation about Gladio wanting to get one of these for him. Maybe he could... try it on? You know, just to see if it fit.

And that's how he ended up on his bed in nothing but his boxers and a tight leather harness over his chest. It was a little tight, but he supposed that was the point. The straps rested right over his nipples and he could feel the leather nearly tug at them with each movement. He stands up and looks at himself in the mirror. It's a little obscene to see himself like this, but he's seen (and done) worse with his shield, before.

He lets his hands trail down the leather strap in the center, tug at one of rings toward the botto--

He stops abruptly when his phone vibrates on the bed. The Prince has to smile when he sees that it's Gladio. Apparently it wasn't anything too pressing which is always a plus. ]

>>Glad it wasn't anything important. Now hurry back home.

[ And then he gets an idea. He lays back on the bed and takes a qick selfie of himself, making sure to show as much of the leather as he can. ]

>>PS. The gift you ordered me came in the mail. I think it's a little too tight.

[sworn_shield]

[Gladio hates driving, and it is so late that is only real choice to get home is to take up one of the stewards on their offer to drive him back. He demures his thanks to the man and is settling in to the backseat when the first text comes in. He checks it, smiling btiefly, and chats with the driver for a few minutes until the next one comes in.

He isn't expecting it to be from noctis again, but his suprise in that gets thrown by the way side when he sees the picture itself. Shiva, Noctis' selfie game had really improved since he met that Prompto kid, and he spends a good moment looking at how black leather strains over lean muscle if his Prince's body before he replies back.]

》It will break in. But damn do you look sexy. Looks better than the model it was on when I found it.

[Which is very, very true. The world might tell him that he's genetically disposed to thinking that Noctis, his Prince, is hotter than anything around, but he's never seen anyone come close , not even other omegas like Noctis.]

》Send another one?

[fishingking]

[Like most things in their relationship started, this started out as a challenge. In fact, like other things, it started out as a joke. It started one day when Noctis had decided to actually pick up one of Gladio's trashy romance novels. This one in particular was especially Trash, and Noctis couldn't help but laugh aloud as he read a passage from 'Fifty Shades of Mage.'

And so the conversation of whether or not this kind of crap turned Gladio on or not. Noct would make fun of him and Gladio for his awful taste in literature, and the Shield made an off handed comment about how imagining Noct in the position of one of the characters made it tolerable. It was supposed to make the prince blush, and flail, Noctis suggested that they should try it out.

Not that he was serious.

Except apparently he was because one thing lead to another now he sat at his Gladio's (now his 'Prince's') feet, leaning his head against his thigh. That in itself wasn't the worst part about it though. The worst (okay, maybe best) part about all of this was the outfit he was wearing. There was a sheer lacy top that barely covered anything and was attached to a collar tied around his neck. The lace brushed against his nipples every time he moved, or there was a draft and it left him squirming.

But they were nothing like the panties. The panties that hugged him in just the right spots and pressed tight against his cock. The cool silk was smooth against his cock and he let out a soft sigh as he shifted from his spot on the floor, silently cursing himself for opening up Gladio's stupid book.]

[sworn_shield]

[The costume is almost an exact replica of the one the captured, busty heroine had been in on the particular chapter Noctis had chosen to read, the author of said book known for her detail in flashy clothes and her lack of knowledge of how sex worked, making the book a hilarious yet intriguing read. While Gladio could go without reading about some 'Inner Goddess' or galloping abs (seriously?) Some of the ideas were intriguing, which is why he liked this sort of thing in the first place. Playing with setting, feeling, all sorts of interesting things can happen.

The sex in the book itself is trite- Badly understood BDSM and a love story that can be predicted from a mile away. Noctis on the other hand looked amazing, the flimsy fabric of his outfit and panties fitting his slim form just right. Like all their other fun toys, Gladio doesn't skimp on quality despite the alarming amount of these sorts of costumes on the market. He'll, even his sweatpants are rich cashmere, just like the story went.]

What's wrong, pet. Not enjoying the festivities? [He teases with a line from the book, but quickly abandons following it to a tee. Instead he gently tugs on Noctis' leash, ordering him up without words.] Mm, but I think I've got a much better idea than something long and drawn out, huh?

[He leans in to kiss Noctis, one arm wrapping around his waist to pull his dolled up Prince in.]

[fishingking]

[Noctis has to roll his eyes at the cheesy line. It's awful. The only good thing about all of his is the fact that the fabric of Gladio's pants is soft and nice to lean his head against. Unfortunately that doesn't last too long because he feel the leash attached to his collar. It's not the first time he's worn something like that, but the whole situation just makes everything... different.

He's not sure if it's a good type of different or a bad one just yet.

He crawls up onto the couch and into his shield--prince....master's (???) lap. He kisses him back nice and slow. It's a distraction more than anything. He's trying to draw it out. He knows he's supposed to say something in response. What was the line, again? ]

What did you have in mind, your majesty?

[Was that the line? Oh well, it would have to be good enough.]

[sworn_shield]

[A week. That's how long Gladio has been away from Insomnia, training with the crownsguard and Kingsglaive. When he was a kid this was his dream, but being so far away from home and his charge, the Prince he is suppose to shield makes him a bit antsy.

On top of that, Noctis had left him with some...strict orders about his time away. Bossy Prince he was, Gladio thinks fondly. The Shield doesn't really mind, not when it makes Noctis feel better while he is gone and hopefully behave. Nonskinnoff his nose- Though well, he huffs an amused noise as he stretches in his seat, subtly adjusting himself below the belt- His nose hadn't been exactly what the Prince was after.

But they are almost home, and Gladio is glad to be. On top of being ready to eat some damn good food, he's been half hard for over a day now with pent up want. Noctis' no touching rule had been rough to follow, even as slightly older than the other that he was.

Finally, when he's settled back and released from the citadel, he shoots noct a text, phone finally back in his hand. He's sure the other would be expecting him.]

[fishingking]

[It's been a week since Gladio's away. One week since Noctis had last seen his Shield. One week since they had sent a last few texts before Gladio's phone was taken away for training. Sure, the prince could order his Shield stay with him but that wouldn't be right. This was something that Gladio had wanted for as long as Noctis could remember. So for one week, they could live apart.

But that didn't mean Noctis wasn't going to have fun.
He had given his shield one last order before he had left. It was whispered against lips while they said their last goodbyes at the Citadel. They were hidden behind one of the corners in a hallway, griNding against each other, Noct pinned against the wall. And after they both had exhausted themselves, Noctis finally gave the order.
'Don't touch yourself until you come home.'

And now the week was over and the prince noticed his phone vibrate next to him.]

[sworn_shield]

[The message is simple. Gladio misses him, is glad to be back, but instead of running all the way over to his house only to rub into iris or ducking the guards at Noctis apartment, they can just go to the simple little room Noctis has at the citadel. Still far away from every one else, but kept clean and modern since the Prince has to spend nights there sometimes. Nobody should think to bother them.]

>>Missed u. Come meet me. Got something for u 🍆💦

[Genius and subtlety strikes again.]