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[There's a few more thrusts and Noctis takes every hit to his throat. The fingers in his hair grip and he groans around that length. He can't move away, can't move his head. Then he feels a hot liquid release down his throat and he tries to swallow it down. It's a lot, almost too much, and the prince nearly gags. A strangled noise comes from this throat, but he forces himself to relax as much as he can.

He needs to be good. If he's good, he'll come and Gla--No, Daddy would be happy.

His fingers grip tight around the other man's thighs. All the while, he makes sure to look up at Gladio with blue eyes]