[Gladio strokes him until there's nothing left. Noctis ends up a
panting mess with his face pressed against Gladio's neck. He's exhausted,
almost boneless but he feels great. It's almost impossible for him to think
clearly or string together any words. He doesn't know how long he sits
there in Gladio's hold, basking in the warm praise and affection.
He makes a sound. He wants to say yes, but his throat hurts so instead, he
gives a slight nod. Clean. They're both a mess. Right. He can still taste
cum on his lips. He can feel it against his thighs where Gladio touches.
It's a strange wake-up call back to reality, but it gets him there. Slowly,
he pulls away and begins to push himself up.]
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Date: 2017-01-30 09:26 pm (UTC)[Gladio strokes him until there's nothing left. Noctis ends up a panting mess with his face pressed against Gladio's neck. He's exhausted, almost boneless but he feels great. It's almost impossible for him to think clearly or string together any words. He doesn't know how long he sits there in Gladio's hold, basking in the warm praise and affection.
He makes a sound. He wants to say yes, but his throat hurts so instead, he gives a slight nod. Clean. They're both a mess. Right. He can still taste cum on his lips. He can feel it against his thighs where Gladio touches. It's a strange wake-up call back to reality, but it gets him there. Slowly, he pulls away and begins to push himself up.]